Page 127 of One Adult, Please

Grant presses in from behind, solid and warm, both arms wrapped around my waist so I'm basically suspended between the three of them. His mouth finds the side of my neck, gentle bites followed by soft kisses.

I'm floating. Held up. Surrounded. Beck's tongue circles my clit, then sucks. My hands flail for a second before they find Beck's hair with one and Joel's shoulder with the other.

"I'm… I'm gonna come." The warning is barely a warning. More like a desperate squeak.

Grant's voice is quiet thunder against my skin. "Let go."

Beck growls against me, the vibration shooting straight through me. My thighs clamp around his head, and a loud moan bounces around the tube while they hold me up. Joel's arm tightens, keeping me from collapsing. Grant presses a soft kiss to my shoulder like he's proud of me for falling apart.

Beck keeps licking me through it, gentler now, greedy little sounds vibrating against my soaked skin until I'm twitching and whimpering and laughing at the same time.

When the sparks finally stop exploding behind my eyes, Beck pulls back just enough to grin up at me, chin shiny, eyes pure chaos.

Joel huffs a quiet laugh against my neck. Grant just squeezes me tighter.

"Floor," I say. "We should... the floor is... can we be horizontal? Vertical is complicated."

Grant spreads one of the blankets on the tunnel floor and lies back, pulling me down with him so I'm straddling his hips. His cock is thick and flushed and perfect.

Beck has a handful of condoms, like a perverted magician.

"How many do you think we need?" I ask.

He shrugs and tosses one to Grant.

Grant opens it and rolls it on.

I sink down onto him slowly, feeling every ridge. The stretch is so good that I whimper. Grant's hands settle on my hips, thumbs stroking gentle circles.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he breathes.

I start to move, rolling my hips, riding him in slow, deep strokes. Every time I sink down he groans quietly, fingers flexing like he's trying not to lose control too fast.

Beck kneels behind me, hands smoothing over my ass. "Still with us, baby?"

"Mmhmm, very with you… oh god." Something cool and slick drips between my cheeks. "Wait, where the hell did you get lube?"

Beck laughs, bright and wicked, pressing a kiss to my shoulder blade. “Band-aid house. Medical lubricant, right next to the condoms.”

Grant's hips stutter under me. “You stole medical lubricant?”

“Reallocated. For medical-adjacent purposes," Beck says, already circling my hole with slick fingers. "You're welcome."

I laugh, the sound breaking into a moan as Beck presses one finger inside. He takes his time, adding more lube before working in a second, then a third, stretching me gradually while I keep riding Grant. Every time my body tightens, he stops and waits until I relax around him again.

“Still good?” he asks.

“Extremely good. Proceed with the group heart logistics.”

Joel moves in front of me, kneeling so his thick cock is right at eye level. He threads his fingers into my hair. "Open up, Grace," he says. "Let me feel that pretty mouth while they fuck you full."

I lean forward, taking him between my lips. Joel groans the second my tongue swirls around the head. "That's it. Good girl. Just like that."

I hear another condom wrapper, followed by another squirt of lube. Beck lines up behind me and waits until I push back against him before easing inside, slow and careful. The overwhelming stretch pulls a broken, happy sound out of me around Joel's cock.

"Easy," Grant says, hands steady on my hips, holding me together.

Beck bottoms out with a shaky laugh. "Holy shit, you're amazing."