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Twelve
Graham trailed his fingers through my hair and his mouth down my neck. This was tenderness blended with desire, like the perfect left of sweet meets tart cherry.
Not a single daydream I’d ever had about Graham came close to this. I needed to be a part of him. I nudged us both, my hands on his shoulders, my fists clenching his shirt, until he was sitting enough for me to climb into his lap and straddle his legs.
I was intently aware that Oz watched all of this, and that heightened my desire. He wanted to watch as much as I wanted his eyes on us, though I had no doubt he’d be happy to switch places with Graham as well.
Each kiss and touch from Graham, along my jaw, down my neck, around the curve of my ear, was delicate, as if he wanted to savor every moment.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Graham murmured against the hollow of my neck, below my ear.
My chuckle was strained with frustration. “I’m sure, and I’m going to be offended if you ask again.”
“I won’t.” He pressed his lips to the tender skin and traveled lower to drag his tongue along the exposed part of my chest. “I’ve always wondered what your freckles taste like.”
“Always is a long time.” A warmth brighter than the morning sun spread inside.
His light laugh hummed through my skin. “How about far longer than I should have.”
“What’s the verdict?”
“Better than I ever imagined.” Each time he shifted to kiss a new part of me, his erection pressed into me, hindered by the layers of our clothing.
The way he slid his palms up my thighs, pushing my skirt out of the way, was a stark contrast to Oz last night. Graham teased his thumbs under my panties, along my hips and waist. He moved his mouth back to my neck, sucking lightly at first, and then harder as I tilted my head to give him easier access.
I could make out with Graham all day. A different day. One where I hadn’t waited years to find out what this would be like with him, and where we didn’t have a captivated audience.
“I’ve fantasized about you for so long.” It was easier to let the confession out than I thought. Oz’s encouragement last night helped my courage, though I wouldn’t tell Graham quite the same things about my desires. I wanted something different from him… and to not scare him off. “About you taking me on your desk, with people passing by outside. With that thrill of getting caught.”
He glided his hands closer to the center of my need, brushing the edges of my pussy. “That would have been bad.”
“In real life. But in my head, it’s an amazing fantasy. Especially if someone wanted to watch. To get off to the sight of you fucking me.” Like Oz was now. I could hear his heavy breathing mingling with ours.
“I’ve had a few of those daydreams myself,” Graham admitted.
Hearing that added another spark to the already roaring inferno inside, licking at my skin. Wanting to be unleashed so it could consume us both. “Fuck me while Cole watches?” I let the pleading slide into my voice.
Graham let out a strained laugh. “You have so many hidden layers.” He promoted me to slide onto the blanket, then onto my back. “Let’s peel away another one.” He dragged my panties down my legs and tossed them aside, before kissing back up the inside of my thighs.
I squirmed at the light nibbles and scruff of his short beard on my skin. He didn’t tease, as he reached my core, dragging his tongue along my slit. My groan mingled with two others and I arched into his touch.
He licked along my slick flesh, burying himself inside me, drawing up to my clit the back down again, like I was the most delicious ice cream. I moved to tangle my fingers in his hair, to draw him in closer, and Oz grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head.
Oh geez. With Graham between my legs, licking, sucking, and tongue fucking me, and Oz keeping me from doing more than squirming, I was a bundle of nerve endings. Pleasure surged inside, inching toward climax.
Graham pressed his fingers to my clit as he probed my opening. I strained against Oz’s grip, and he tightened his hold, fingers digging into my wrists in the most delicious way.
Orgasm spilled through me. My cries of ecstasy and pumping hips spurred Graham to lick and finger harder, devouring me until it was too much. Until my body shuddered.
Oz let go of my wrists and pressed tender kisses to each of my bare shoulders. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come,” he whispered.
I flushed.
Graham pulled away, and I heard the tear of foil. He knelt between my legs, nudged my opening with the head of his cock, and slid inside me.
This wasn’t a hard thrust, it was a slow, delicious stretch as I opened up to accept his length, stretching out with each inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
Graham withdrew to the tip, before plunging into me again, over and over, in an agonizingly delicious build to a steady pace.
