either side of his slim hips. He groaned again, and simultaneously, Chase increased the pace of his thrusting fingers, still brushing his fingertips against my most sensitive spot before each slide in. I began moaning, slowly bobbing my head to work Grayson's granite-hard shaft in and out of my mouth, making him groan and growl, tangling his fingers in my long, dark hair.
My plateau of pleasure didn't last long, because it was a level of pleasure so intense I couldn't keep my body from hurtling toward a climax even if I'd tried. Soon I released Grayson's shaft from my mouth, crying out, while every muscle in my body seemed to clench and release at once, sending waves of pure pleasure shuddering through me. Chase drove his fingers deeper and deeper inside of me until the very last spasm of my ecstasy had passed, leaving me limp over his lap. Though not limp for long.
Once I'd caught my breath, I saw Grayson slowly stroking his manhood in front of me, obviously in desperate need of release if the rapid pace of his ragged breathing was any indication. I was more than happy to oblige him, especially since I wanted another release of my own, though this time with the feeling of his hardness inside of me.
Assisted by Chase, I got up from Chase's lap, my gaze on Grayson. "I want to ride you both, but you first, Grayson, because I think you might be in more desperate need."
Not even a fraction of a second after I'd finished speaking, Grayson pulled me down in the clover with him, somehow sliding into me even while he did so. The moment I was comfortably sitting on top of him, straddling his hips with his shaft buried deep inside of me, he began moving his hips, gripping mine while he did so. Moaning with my head thrown back, I soon began moving in rhythm with his upward thrusts while Chase undressed nearby, seeming to be fixated on my movements and my bouncing breasts.
Several minutes later, after Grayson had climaxed with a growl, filling me with the warmth of his masculine essence, Chase pulled me off Grayson and onto himself. Having come close to a second release with Grayson but not quite getting there, I began riding Chase eagerly, knowing I was close. And soon, while he groaned with his own climax, the ecstasy of my second one washed over me in waves, making me cry out his name, though my speech was so garbled at this point it was barely intelligible.
The three of us rested in the bed of clover, embracing, while the bright, late afternoon sun began to fade.
While Grayson smoothed my hair, I looked at him, smiling. "I think that was the most fun I've ever had without using a Tickler."
Holding me from behind, Chase planted a tender kiss along the nape of my neck. "And to think...other than Ticklers, we haven't even yet introduced you to anything in our little treasure chest of pleasure toys from Ashcrest. Firm emphasis on yet ."
CHAPTER SIX
Suddenly intensely curious, I turned my face to look at Chase. "What 'little treasure chest of pleasure toys from Ashcrest'? Where is it? And what's in it?"
Chase's jewel-green eyes twinkled in the fading sunlight when he responded.
"The 'treasure chest' is actually under your own bed, in your own cabin. You've just never noticed it before. As to what's in it...well, we'll show you sometime. Sometime very soon. But I'll just tell you now, as you can probably imagine, the 'treasure chest' is full of things to further increase your pleasure, which is something Grayson and I want, for its own sake, though we also believe that the more pleasure you experience, the faster you'll become pregnant.
“Which is something Grayson and I both want, too, very badly, needless to say. Though we've both obviously grown to care about you deeply since we purchased you at the auction, our mutual hope of having a child was, of course, the whole reason we purchased you in the first place."
With his eyes still twinkling, Chase paused
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