I feel so incredibly vulnerable in this position. I know Ethan can see everything from where he kneels between my legs.
“Have you ever licked a pussy before?” Grayson asks. “Besides that little lick earlier, of course.”
Ethan wordlessly shakes his head, his gaze riveted to my heated flesh.
“Why don’t you start simple? Lick up the seam.” Grayson gives my nipple a sharp twist, and pain reverberates through me, eliciting a gasp.
“Is that okay, Izzy?” Ethan asks hesitantly, his gaze still firmly fixed on my pussy.
“Yes, Ethan. God, yes. I want to feel your mouth on me.”
He swallows again and then leans forward, his hands tightening on my thighs. Hesitantly, he darts his tongue out and licks at the seam of my pussy lips.
I rock my hips upwards as a moan tears through me.
“Faster,” Grayson instructs.
Ethan increases his speed, swirling his tongue through my most sensitive area.
While one of Grayson’s hands continues to fondle my tit, the other travels down my stomach, across my pelvic bone, and stops at my pussy.
“You see this right here? That’s a clit.” His thumb brushes over it, and I whimper, arching my back. “Why don’t you flick it with your tongue?”
“Fuck!” I cry out as Ethan moves to do just that, his tongue circling my sensitive clit.
My orgasm is rapidly approaching, but just before I can fall over that edge, Grayson leans over the bed, grabs Ethan’s neck, and pulls him away from my sopping cunt.
“Grayson!” I scream, tears pricking my eyes.
He simply smirks at me before turning towards Ethan.
“Grab my backpack. Front pocket.”
Ethan appears confused—and a little dazed—but does as instructed. I can’t help but watch his hard, weeping cock bob against his stomach with every step he takes. When he bends to grab the backpack, I gawk at his rock-hard ass.
Holy fuck. I knew Ethan was fit, but I didn’t know he was actually a chiseled god. He’s such a dorky nerd that it’s easy to forget he’s a shifter with incredible metabolism and athleticism. Not even him being completely hairless takes away from how attractive he is to me.
Ethan must find what he’s looking for because he returns a second later, a blush staining his cheeks.
And carrying a handful of condoms.
A smirk tugs up Grayson’s lips.
“You only need to put one on,” he drawls.
Ethan’s blush deepens, and he quickly tosses the other packets onto the nightstand. “Oh. I knew that. Of course.”
As Ethan opens the packet, I turn towards Grayson and pull his lips back to mine. I keep the kiss soft and sweet, then I pull back to search his ice-blue eyes.
“Are you sure this is okay?” I whisper, my words meant just for him.
The smile he grants me has my chest caving in.
“He’s your mate,” Grayson says simply. “I’ll never take that away from you. Just…” A tiny bit of hesitation enters his expression. “Just as long as you don’t leave me behind.”
“Never,” I vow, kissing him again.
Ethan climbs onto the bed and settles over my body, forcing my gaze to his. He stares down at me, his eyes full of nothing but tenderness and…love? Surely I’m imagining that.
