Page 425 of Seasons of Love
Our cocks were hard and desperate for relief.
“When’s Mal getting home?” I asked into his mouth.
“Anytime now.” He smiled into my lips.
So that was his plan, to work us both up and get us ready for Mal.
Mission accomplished.
The warm water cascaded over us as we continued to make out under the spray.
I grabbed the soap and squirted a good amount onto my hand, then lathered it and ran it over my chest and then Griff’s, feeling his muscles contract under my touch.
It was a heady feeling to see him as desperate for my touch as I was for his, and somehow, it still wasn’t enough. We needed Mal here.
“You keep doing that to my cock, and this show will be over soon.”
He laughed. “Maybe, in hindsight, we shouldn’t go without sex for so long again.”
“I agree.”
The bathroom was so steamed up I had to run a hand over the glass. Not that I needed it to know who’d just arrived.
Mal stood by the bathroom door, fully naked, stroking his cock.
“Fuck,” I rasped.
“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” Griff said into my ear even as he peppered me with kisses.
“Yes…” my voice was no louder than a whisper. I tried to keep my eyes open and focused on Mal, but when I felt the pad of Griff’s finger run down my crease and press into my hole, I couldn’t help closing them and resting my head on his shoulder.
“Look at him, baby. He’s so ready for you.”
I didn’t know if Griff was talking to Mal or me, but it didn’t matter. Whether I was topping or bottoming, I knew I was in for one hell of a ride.
I groaned when Griff removed his finger, but when I looked up, I saw he had his hand stretched out as an invitation to Mal.
Mal took one step forward, but then he stopped, and I knew he was contemplating the merits of watching Griff and me together. I couldn’t blame him in the slightest because I would soon stand back for the chance to watch them too.
How many times had I woken up in the middle of the night, my cock hard enough to pound nails, all because of the one image I’d had stuck in my head.
That split-second before I fled the resort room all those months ago when Griff had leaped into Mal’s arms just after he’d given me the best orgasm of my life.
I’d often wondered if they’d carried on after I left, but while I had decided it wasn’t worth revisiting that and asking, it didn’t stop my mind from imagining them together, drawing out their own pleasure from each other.
Fortunately, Mal took a few more steps forward until he was within reach. Griff and I pulled him into the shower and between us.
Mal was facing me, so I couldn’t resist pulling him in for a kiss. I needed it as much as I needed breath. Fuck me if I could understand why, but it didn’t matter. All I wanted was to taste Mal.
His kisses were so different from Griff’s. While Griff’s kissing was a full-body experience that you could feel from the top of your head down to the tips of your toes, Mal made me forget I had a body. The way he wrapped his hand behind my neck to keep me in place as he plunged his tongue into my mouth was like a pirate protecting his treasure chest. Focused, determined, and greedy.
Mal took it all, and in the process, he gave it all back too. Okay, so maybe not so much like a pirate.
I felt weightless by the time he was finished with me and turned to kiss Griff the same way.
While they kissed, I took my time to explore Mal’s body. He was softer than Griff and a lot hairier. I never thought I’d be turned on by an older man, but the dark hair on his back with a peppering of gray and white and the softness of his body over the hard muscle I felt underneath made me want to lick every inch of his body.
From Griff’s earlier demands, I could tell he was happy bottoming, but I wasn’t sure about Mal.
