Page 25 of In Their Hearts
Holy Shit.
The ache between my legs is throbbing, and I feel like I need to do something.
“Want a taste of my husband, Jo?”
I lick my lips. Do I really want to try? Sucking cock? Clay's cock?
The simple answer is... yes.
“I want to learn." I breathe out and try to press my thighs together.
“Good girl, Jo." Grant praises. "I want to teach you how he likes it, and I'm pretty sure this will wake him up. It’s really the best way to wake up.”
“Okay.” My hands shake a little, and I haven't even done anything. My nerves are rising.
I scoot down. Grant takes my hand and wraps it around Clay's shaft with his. I can do this.
Clear liquid appears at the tip, and before overthinking it, I lean down and dart my tongue out.
“Hmm...”
Grant keeps our hands moving up and down Clay’s length, gliding easily from Grant's saliva.
“Now watch me take him in my mouth.” As if I could look anywhere else.
Grant's lips stretch, taking in Clay’s cock like a pro, saliva dripping onto our hands. A moan slips free. So fucking sexy.
“Ah... what…" Clay groans as he finally begins to wake up.
“Open your eyes, love. I'm showing Jo what you like done to your cock.”
I slowly take the head of his cock into my mouth. It’s soft, warm, and hard all at the same time. I take in more until I hit our hands, then come back up.
“Jesus, Jo. So good.”
His words encourage me to keep going. With each suck, lick, and taste, I'm getting more antsy. The aching is growing. Wetness coating my thighs. But I don’t stop, trying to suck like I watched Grant do before.
“I'm close... Jo... close..." Clay groans.
I stop. Unsure if I want to taste that much of him.
“Let me." Grant takes my place, and I watch as his cheeks hollow out. Clay's hips buck uncontrollably as he chases his orgasm.
“Fuuuck.” Clay shouts.
My eyes are glued to Clay as he lets go. Eyes closing as he fists the sheets. Grant continues to worship his cock. My thighs rub together. Unable to resist the attention my pussy wants. I've never been so turned on.
“You taste better than ever, love."
Grant says as he finishes licking Clay's cock clean.
“You have a little..." Screw it. I lean forward and lick the cum from the corner of his lips.
“Hmm." Salty goodness. I notice the head of Grant's dick peeking out of his boxers. I want to taste him too, but I don’t get that chance.
“My turn. I didn't get enough last night.” Clay grabs my hips, moving me over his body.
“What are you doing?” I squeal in surprise. Grant is helping him move me.
