Page 43 of The Triple Play

Denver freezes, then chuckles. “Oops.”

“Told me what?” I say, my words coming out breathy and confused. Denver’s fingers are still inside of me, and we’re having a conversation about something he has to tell me? This can’t be good.

“Hey, stop freaking out,” the man himself says, reading my emotions clearly. He pulls his fingers out and plants his hands on either side of me. “It’s not a bad thing, I promise. In fact, I think you’ll enjoy it.” He winks, then shifts back to sit on his heels, his hand coming to cup his dick, still covered in his underwear.

“I’ve got some jewellery, if you know what I mean.”

“The guy’s a nut job and pierced his dick,” Griffin grumbles. “None of us could believe it when he waltzed into the showers after practice one day, swinging around a bedazzled dick.”

“It’s not bedazzled, it’s just one piercing,” Denver objects, hopping off the bed and yanking his underwear down.

My first thought is, damn, his cock is huge. My second thought is, Oh my god when I see the silver barbell glinting through the tip.

“Did that hurt?”

Denver just shrugs. “Sure. For a little while. But it was worth it. Trust me.” He winks again, then moves back onto the bed. Leaning down, he sucks my breast into his mouth again, grazing his teeth over the nub before releasing it. He moves between my legs, then the tip of his cock is nudging at my entrance. I can feel the cool metal of the barbell contrasting with his warm skin.

“Ready for me?”

“Yes,” I breathe, staring up at him. Well-defined pecs lead down to abs that I could count, then lower still is the cut of his hips, and then his perfectly thick and pierced cock, that he’s now pushing inside of me.

I gasp at the intrusion. Bigger than Griffin. And Griffin filled me completely.

“You can take it,” Denver growls, sensing my resistance. “Relax for me. Let me in.”

Griffin’s hand snakes down between the two of us and he toys with my clit, seemingly uncaring that his friend’s cock is right there. “So beautiful, Liv. So perfect.”

He kisses me, and my body relaxes, letting Denver push all the way in. The piercing drags along my walls, making me moan with the sensations.

His eyes close. “Oh shit, your pussy feels so good.”

I wrap my legs around Denver’s waist, resting my heels on his muscular ass. “Mmm. I want you to fuck me, Denver. Don’t hold back.”

He half groans, half laughs as his head falls back, his hips easing back slightly. “I’ll remind you later that you asked for it.”

He thrusts back in, and his girth stretches me deliciously.

“C’mere,” Griffin grunts, wrapping his hand around my throat and turning my head to the side. I kiss him eagerly.

“He’s hard again, Pix. Touch him,” Denver says, his breath coming heavy as he moves in and out of me. I do as he says, reaching over as Griffin continues to kiss me. I find his cock almost fully erect, just as Denver said. When I squeeze the base of it, Griffin moans into my mouth. Remembering what he asked me to do earlier, I pull back and lift my hand to my mouth. Locking my gaze on his, I lick my palm. His eyes darken as I do it again. Then, even as a part of me can’t believe I’m actually doing it, I spit into my palm.

“Fucking hell,” Denver whispers, his movements stalling for a second as he watches me. It’s a heady feeling, having both of them so focused on me.

I wrap my hand around Griffin’s cock again and slide it up his length. I lean back in and kiss him, pressing my tongue inside of his mouth at the same time as I squeeze his tip. He takes over the kiss, wrapping his hands around my head and tangling his fingers in my hair, fusing our lips together.

Everything fades away, so that all I hear, see, and feel are them.

Us.

My climax comes on slower this time, building inside of me with every stroke of Denver’s cock. His piercing adds to it all, catching on my G-spot every time he pulls out of me.

But a slow build apparently doesn’t mean less intense. It takes me by surprise when I feel my core clench around him. My thighs start to shake and I have to let go of Griffin’s cock because I’m overwhelmed by the cascading sensations consuming my body.

Pleasure that borders on pain so strong, it has me crying out, my hands wrapping around Denver’s wrists and holding tightly as my back arches and my stomach clenches.

Griffin swallows down my cries with his kiss, pressing my head back into the bed while Denver thrusts in and out of me until he comes, moaning my name.

We’re all breathing heavily as Denver pulls out and collapses down on the bed next to me, on the opposite side of Griffin. His head nuzzles into the crook of my shoulder as he drapes his arm across my chest.