Initiative (Suncoast Society #31)(33)

At some point during their talking, she felt Darryl’s cock harden between them. With a little bit of squirming on her part, she was easily able to slide him inside her with a satisfied sigh.

Grant propped himself up on his elbow behind her, leaned over, grabbed a handful of Darryl’s hair in his hand, and kissed him.

Pinned between them, all she could do was watch and enjoy the sexy show.

“Fuck our girl,” Grant hoarsely ordered. “Fill her up.”

They got her onto her back. Darryl’s eyes dropped closed as he started thrusting, pistoning his hips. There wasn’t much she could do to help except lie there and enjoy it, from the way Grant had her penned in.

“When you get done f*cking her,” Grant said, “You’ll get to show her how well you suck cock. You like sucking my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” he said, already sounding deep in subspace.

“I know one thing I’m going to enjoy doing this weekend is lying back while you sit on my cock and she sits on my face and I get to make both of you come.”

She tried to squirm a little against Darryl but she couldn’t manage quite the right angle to get her clit some action.

“Stop wiggling, girl,” Grant sternly ordered. “Let him f*ck you.”

She fell still, heart racing, body completely at their mercy.

Loving every second of it.

Darryl’s hips rocked, one hand holding onto her hip for traction even as Grant pulled Darryl’s head closer. “Whose cock is f*cking her *?” Grant asked.

“Your cock, Master. You own me.”

Holy…f*ck! It felt hard to breathe from how sexy this was.

Grant’s gaze dropped to her. “That’s right. Good boy. And whose * are you f*cking right now?”

“Your *, Master.”

Grant’s smile widened, pinning her in place. “That’s right. Good boy. Unless I say otherwise you have my permission to f*ck her whenever and wherever you want.”

“Thank you, Master!”

He leaned in, his lips directly over hers. “Who owns you?”

“You do, Master,” she whispered.

“Whose cock’s f*cking you?”

“Your cock, Master.”

“Good girl. And whose * is that? Whose sweet ass is that?”

“They’re your * and your ass, Master.” What little weight remained in her soul rolled off her shoulders, setting her free. She felt like if it wasn’t for the men’s bodies holding her there, she’d float right out of the bed.

“Good girl. Such a very good girl. My good girl.” He kissed her, lifting his lips from hers as he still stared into her eyes. “One of my rules,” he said, “is that if I want your body, I get it. Understand? You don’t tell me no.”

“Yes, Master.” That’d been one of her rules with John, too. No, he wasn’t an *. He’d never made her perform if she wasn’t feeling good.

Truth be told, she loved that he had that rule, though. Loved knowing he could and would take what was his, whenever he wanted it.

Including more than one time in the bathroom in his office at lunch, leaving her * filled for the rest of the day.

Or the times she’d knelt under his desk and blown him.

Thank goodness for locking doors and secure office blinds.

“And for the time being,” Grant said, “until I decide to rein him in, when slave wants your body, you don’t tell him no, either. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl.” He let go of Darryl’s hair and reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. “And what’s my rule about masturbation?”

“I don’t,” she said. “Not without Master’s permission.”

“Good girl.” He nuzzled the side of her neck, shocking her when he bit her, but the delicious pain triggering her orgasm. As she exploded, Darryl started moving harder, faster, catching up and finally coming, adding his load to her *.

Grant’s pleased chuckle filling her soul. “Such a good girl,” he said. “Oh, and I like to bite.”

She giggled. “I kind of figured, Sir.”

She felt his cock rubbing against her hip. “In fact,” Grant said, “I think it’s time you get to see how well he sucks cock.” He snagged Darryl by the hair. “You guys made me horny.”

Darryl untangled himself from her and she rolled out of the way so he could get into position between Grant’s legs. She snuggled close against Grant’s side, heart racing again as she watched the men lock gazes.

“Oh, no, sweetheart,” Grant said. “You get down there and watch him close up. In fact, why don’t you help him out? You can lick my balls while he sucks my cock.”

He pulled another pillow under his head and laced his hands behind him, smiling down at them as they got into position.

Darryl grinned at her, giving her a kiss. Then, still making eye contact with her, he slowly swallowed Grant’s cock right to the root.

She let out a noise, of need, desire. Fuck, that was damned hot.

“Get busy, sweetheart,” Grant said. “Don’t just watch.”

She did, cupping Grant’s balls in her hand and swirling her tongue around them.