Page 426 of Seasons of Love
“Yes,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“I’ll bottom for you.” He kissed me again, and my brain went into overdrive at the thought of being caught appreciating his gorgeous ass, and the realization that not only was Mal happy to bottom, but that he wanted me to top him was almost more than I could handle.
Fortunately, my brain was too mushy, so I was unable to process all the information and have time to let any kind of nerves settle over me.
The only thing I could do was feel.
I didn’t know when we changed positions, but suddenly I was no longer the bread in our Mal sandwich. I was the filling.
Mal was behind me, his thick cock running up and down my crease while Griff went on his knees.
My next thought before my cock was engulfed in the wet heat of Griff’s mouth was how come we hadn’t run out of hot water. After that, I didn’t fucking care because the sight of Griff’s mouth wrapped around my cock while Mal’s dick was pushing gently against my hole was enough to make my orgasm build faster than I expected.
There was no time to warn Griff as I released into his mouth. My legs were jelly, and I was only held up because Mal had wrapped his arm around my waist.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry…I…fuck.” It seemed that my capacity for cognitive speech may have left me through my dick.
Griff stood up and kissed me, giving me a taste of myself, and then it was Mal’s turn.
“Hmm, you taste amazing,” Mal moaned into my mouth. I reached over my shoulder to keep him right where he was, with his mouth on mine.
I didn’t need to look to see that Mal’s free arm went around me to wrap around Griff because I felt him closer.
His lips latched onto my neck again and sucked. I knew I’d get a mark there, but I did absolutely nothing to dissuade him. Instead, I threaded my hand through his wet hair to keep him in place.
Somehow my spent cock still had enough life in it to twitch under the touch of both my men.
I opened my eyes and stilled at my thought.
“What’s the matter, baby?” Mal asked.
They weren’t my men, were they? Did I want them to be? Hell yeah, but what happened now? Last time, I’d run the moment they latched on to each other.
A small wave of panic rolled through me.
But they weren’t doing that now. I’d had my orgasm, and throughout it and after, they were still showering me with affection.
I could still feel Griff and Mal’s erections against my skin, but they hadn’t pushed for more. They needed their own relief, but they’d put it aside for me.
One of them turned the water off, and then I was pulled out of the shower and wrapped into a fluffy towel.
“Hey,” Griff said, placing his hands on my face and caressing my cheeks. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. My words were stuck in my throat, but I was too afraid to voice them, anyway.
Behind us, Mall was running a towel over Griff to dry him off. Even as Griff focused on me, his eyes never leaving mine, I saw Mal’s caring nature, making sure Griff’s wet hair dried.
He gave Griff another towel, and he did the same to me.
How ridiculous that I’d just had an amazing orgasm at the hands of these two amazing people, and now I was freaking out. Even more ridiculous was that they were caring for me while waiting for me to calm down.
“I don’t know how to say this, but suddenly I was scared,” I whispered. Afraid that if I said it any louder, my words would carry some kind of destructive power.
“What were you scared of, sweetheart?” Griff asked.
“My first thought after I came was that I was lucky to have you as my men. But then the image of you two together before I left last time…” I lowered my head, and Griff moved so it was resting on his shoulder. Mal came around the side to put his arms around me too.
