“Fuck, that feels so good,” I say, reaching for his head and tugging it even closer.
Grayson pulls the bra cup down from my neglected breast and begins to play with my nipple, and the rough calluses of his fingers feel fucking amazing.
Then Grayson releases my breast and steps away.
“Enough,” he orders, his voice hoarse, and Ethan immediately lifts his head, a frown on his face.
Is this too much for my vampire? Does he not want to do this with us?
I search Grayson’s face desperately but only see lust reflected back at me. Lust and need.
The sight causes my heart to pound a little faster.
Grayson moves to sit in an armchair in the corner of the room, and he casually crosses one leg over the other. His hard erection strains against his jeans as he watches us.
“Ethan, stand behind her,” Grayson continues, and his husky voice sends a thrill through me. “Unhook her bra.”
Ethan makes a strange whimpering noise but goes to do as instructed. He tosses my bra onto the ground beside my shirt.
“Good boy,” Grayson says, and another sound escapes Ethan—a combination between a moan and a whine.
Holy fuck.
Does Ethan…like being ordered around? Does Grayson like doing the ordering?
A surge of heat rushes through me and dampens my panties.
“Why don’t you play with her pretty nipples for me?” Grayson instructs, his voice a gravelly coo.
Ethan’s hands reach for my breasts, but before he can touch me, I stop him.
Keeping my voice low so Grayson won’t overhear, I whisper, “Ethan, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Ethan lowers his nose to the side of my neck and begins to nuzzle the skin there. “I want to,” he breathes. “I want to so fucking badly right now. I don’t want to fuck Grayson or anything, but having him tell me what to do…knowing that he’s watching… Am I fucked up if I say that I’m hard as a rock right now?”
Though he tries to adopt a joking tone, I can hear a hint of worry underscoring it, as if he’s genuinely afraid of my reaction to this kink of his.
Instead of answering verbally, I push my breasts into Ethan’s waiting hands. He immediately begins to tweak my sensitive nipples as I moan and rock against him.
Grayson licks his lips as he unzips his jeans and tugs out his cock. I’ve seen it before—the first time we had sex—but there’s something almost…taboo about watching him stroke himself while I’m with another man. A needy flush erupts on my skin.
“Ethan, trail your hands down her stomach and to her jeans. I think those should go away as well, don’t you?”
“Fuck,” Ethan and I say in unison, and then we share a secret smile over my shoulder.
That smile instantly fades when Ethan caresses my sides and stomach before popping the button on my jeans. Slowly—tantalizingly slowly—he drags the jeans down my thighs and legs, dropping to his knees behind me to help me out of the stiff material, along with my socks and shoes. He then spins me around. This new position puts his face flush with my panties, and he inhales deeply, no doubt smelling my arousal.
I’m suddenly grateful that I chose to wear a cute pair of pink panties today—one with a tiny bow in the center. The style is more for decoration than support, if you know what I mean, so there’s a lot of me currently on display.
Usually when I’m with a partner, I’ll start to feel self-conscious around this time.
Having someone so close to my most intimate area…
Knowing that they’re seeing me in my entirety, all of my scars and imperfections…
But that pang of self-consciousness never comes. Maybe it’s because I trust Ethan and Grayson irrevocably, despite everything we’ve been through and all the secrets they’ve kept. Maybe it’s because I know on a soul-deep level that they’re my mates. Maybe it’s because the men I’ve been with in the past were douchebags. Either way, I feel sexy and powerful as they stare up at me, despite my vulnerable appearance.
“How does she taste?” Grayson asks curiously, cocking his head to the side.
