his eyes flew open.
Cade moved further down, rimming his tongue around Grant’s navel. Vivi shifted to the side to give him room, and Grant let his hand comb through her hair and caress her spine. One on each side of his hips, Vivi and Cade kissed over his twitching erection. The picture they created charged boiling lust through his veins.
His palms dropped to their thighs—one hard and muscled, one soft and smooth. Vivi opened her knees, inviting his touch. Grant rubbed across her clit then sank two fingers inside. His gaze riveted to Cade’s rising cock. Playtime wasn’t over.
Rolling his tongue inside his jaw, Grant questioned his impulse. Cade’s shower-time blowjob had been amazing, and Vivi’s long, slow bobs on his cock always sent shockwaves through him. Could he give back even half as much pleasure? He was actually eager to try, to prove something to himself, to make himself special in Cade’s eyes.
Thick sticky liquid from Vivi’s pussy coated his hand as he pulled away. His fingers trembled, reaching out, but his mind was set. Judging by his own sensations after an orgasm, he avoided Cade’s tip, grasping the shaft gently. A groan peeled Cade’s mouth from Vivi’s. Fevered blue eyes flew to his but Cade didn’t balk, just held his breath, watching. Silky foreskin and silkier feminine gel created a sensual friction which thickened and hardened the flesh in his hand. Grant sat up, fascinated by the roadmap of veins and ridges growing under his touch. A slow, comforting stroke up his spine spread warmth through his blood. Vivi was okay with this. Would she be okay with more? He offered one hasty prayer then bent forward.
The firm muscles in Cade’s chest were rock hard under Grant’s lips as he lowered Cade to the mattress. Flat tan nipples drew taut under his tongue, unlike Vivi’s in texture and feel to Grant but no less fascinating. It took no coaxing for him to slither his mouth down Cade’s ridged stomach. The woodsy scent was now tinged with salt and Vivi and the seductive aroma of sexual bliss. Somewhere below Cade’s navel, Grant slowed and considered what he was about to do. Kisses and strokes were one thing but a blowjob was solidly in the actively bisexual camp. He batted the thought away like a fly. This didn’t deserve labels, it just was.
It wasn’t disgust or aversion that slowed him, it was inexperience. He had no clue how to begin. Eyes closed in uncertainty, he skimmed his tongue down one hip and lower to a corded thigh. He decided simple was best and began with just a lick, flicking his tongue over the head. Softer than he imagined, the smooth skin floated across his tongue like warm ice cream. The familiar taste of Vivi barely masked the stronger, more pungent flavor of Cade. Several more swathes and he closed his lips around the top of Cade’s cock.
Cade bucked, gripped his shoulders and made encouraging noises, so Grant lightly sucked. The sound increased and he stopped thinking about technique. How could something so hard feel like satin? He let his tongue slip across the hot skin, lap at the flared crown, tease more sticky fluid from the tip. He liked this, liked feeling the tense muscles under him quiver because of his mouth, because of his palm stroking to meet his lips. He wanted to hear his name spill out, flavored with Southern twang and ecstasy. Warm and supple, Cade’s balls filled his hand with a comfortable weight. Massaging them tightened Cade’s clutch on his shoulders. He drew as much pleasure as he could from his friend, from his lover, giving every bit he could imagine.
“Oh, Grant.”
The rich sound of his name uttered in a rough, lust-tinged voice strummed a primal chord. Grant gagged when he tried to take Cade’s cock deeper. His stomach lurched and his throat clamped shut. Firming his tenacity, he tried again and gagged once more. He pulled away with a soft curse.
“Slow down, honey, it’s okay.” Vivi’s gentle cheering made him grin. This
Cade moved further down, rimming his tongue around Grant’s navel. Vivi shifted to the side to give him room, and Grant let his hand comb through her hair and caress her spine. One on each side of his hips, Vivi and Cade kissed over his twitching erection. The picture they created charged boiling lust through his veins.
His palms dropped to their thighs—one hard and muscled, one soft and smooth. Vivi opened her knees, inviting his touch. Grant rubbed across her clit then sank two fingers inside. His gaze riveted to Cade’s rising cock. Playtime wasn’t over.
Rolling his tongue inside his jaw, Grant questioned his impulse. Cade’s shower-time blowjob had been amazing, and Vivi’s long, slow bobs on his cock always sent shockwaves through him. Could he give back even half as much pleasure? He was actually eager to try, to prove something to himself, to make himself special in Cade’s eyes.
Thick sticky liquid from Vivi’s pussy coated his hand as he pulled away. His fingers trembled, reaching out, but his mind was set. Judging by his own sensations after an orgasm, he avoided Cade’s tip, grasping the shaft gently. A groan peeled Cade’s mouth from Vivi’s. Fevered blue eyes flew to his but Cade didn’t balk, just held his breath, watching. Silky foreskin and silkier feminine gel created a sensual friction which thickened and hardened the flesh in his hand. Grant sat up, fascinated by the roadmap of veins and ridges growing under his touch. A slow, comforting stroke up his spine spread warmth through his blood. Vivi was okay with this. Would she be okay with more? He offered one hasty prayer then bent forward.
The firm muscles in Cade’s chest were rock hard under Grant’s lips as he lowered Cade to the mattress. Flat tan nipples drew taut under his tongue, unlike Vivi’s in texture and feel to Grant but no less fascinating. It took no coaxing for him to slither his mouth down Cade’s ridged stomach. The woodsy scent was now tinged with salt and Vivi and the seductive aroma of sexual bliss. Somewhere below Cade’s navel, Grant slowed and considered what he was about to do. Kisses and strokes were one thing but a blowjob was solidly in the actively bisexual camp. He batted the thought away like a fly. This didn’t deserve labels, it just was.
It wasn’t disgust or aversion that slowed him, it was inexperience. He had no clue how to begin. Eyes closed in uncertainty, he skimmed his tongue down one hip and lower to a corded thigh. He decided simple was best and began with just a lick, flicking his tongue over the head. Softer than he imagined, the smooth skin floated across his tongue like warm ice cream. The familiar taste of Vivi barely masked the stronger, more pungent flavor of Cade. Several more swathes and he closed his lips around the top of Cade’s cock.
Cade bucked, gripped his shoulders and made encouraging noises, so Grant lightly sucked. The sound increased and he stopped thinking about technique. How could something so hard feel like satin? He let his tongue slip across the hot skin, lap at the flared crown, tease more sticky fluid from the tip. He liked this, liked feeling the tense muscles under him quiver because of his mouth, because of his palm stroking to meet his lips. He wanted to hear his name spill out, flavored with Southern twang and ecstasy. Warm and supple, Cade’s balls filled his hand with a comfortable weight. Massaging them tightened Cade’s clutch on his shoulders. He drew as much pleasure as he could from his friend, from his lover, giving every bit he could imagine.
“Oh, Grant.”
The rich sound of his name uttered in a rough, lust-tinged voice strummed a primal chord. Grant gagged when he tried to take Cade’s cock deeper. His stomach lurched and his throat clamped shut. Firming his tenacity, he tried again and gagged once more. He pulled away with a soft curse.
“Slow down, honey, it’s okay.” Vivi’s gentle cheering made him grin. This
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