Chapter 6

Grayson’s fingers traced over my skin, dipping between my thighs. His touch was electric, pressing against my slick folds before trailing back up to tease the tight ring of my ass.

"Has anyone taken you here before?" Grayson murmured, the tip of his finger slipping inside just enough to make me gasp.

I moaned around Harrison’s cock, nodding. I’d tried anal before—what Millennial hadn’t?—but it had never been anything spectacular. Yet somehow, I knew with these two, it would be different.

"I think we should both take you," Grayson said, his finger sinking deeper, moving in slow, deliberate strokes as I sucked Harrison. "Not today, but soon. One of us in your pussy, the other in this tight little ass."

"Fuck!" Harrison groaned, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he came. I swallowed what I could, but his release still coated my lips and chin. I licked them clean, meeting his heated gaze.

"You can have me anywhere," I rasped, my voice rough from use. "I want everything with you."

Harrison pulled me into a kiss, murmuring, "Challenge accepted," against my lips.

As much as I wanted them to keep going, they insisted I needed rest—unless I wanted to be unable to walk tomorrow. Reluctantly, Grayson left, leaving Harrison and me alone.

I changed back into my yoga pants and t-shirt, but even dressed casually, the way Harrison looked at me made me feel more desired than ever.

"I never saw you this way before," he admitted, settling beside me on the couch. "Not until you came home from college. Suddenly, you were this breathtaking woman."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Your mom and I were already falling apart. Sex was nonexistent. I spent more time with my hand than I had as a teenager." A dark chuckle escaped him. "Then one morning, I woke up hard, half-asleep, and thought of you. Naked in my bed, begging me to fuck you. I came so fast I barely recognized myself."

My chest tightened at his guilt. "Don’t apologize," I whispered. "I was probably in my room with my vibrator, thinking the same thing."

Harrison’s eyes darkened. "You have a vibrator? I’d love to watch you use it."

Heat flooded my cheeks. Even after everything, the thought of him watching me with a toy made me shy. Still, I nodded. "It was always you, Harrison. Every guy I’ve been with, part of me pretended he was you."

"And Grayson?" he asked, curiosity rather than jealousy in his voice.

"At first, he was a distraction," I admitted. "But then you came home, and I didn’t have to choose." A shiver ran through me at the memory of four hands on my body, two cocks stretching me. "It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt."

Harrison kissed me again, slow and deep. When he pulled back, I added, "If I had to choose, it would always be you. But if I can have you both? I’m never saying no."

Grayson showed up the next day, knocking despite having a key. He looked hesitant when Harrison answered.

"Wasn’t sure if I should come back so soon," he admitted. "Yesterday felt... unreal."

"Do you want it to be a one-time thing?" I asked from the couch, remembering exactly what we’d done there.

Grayson exhaled. "No."

"Then that’s all that matters," I said, standing. Slowly, I unbuttoned my shirt, letting it slide off my shoulders. "It was fun. We all came hard. And I want to keep doing it." I ran a hand over my stomach. "If either of you knocks me up, I’m not asking for anything. But admit it—you’d love to see me round with your baby."

"Fuck, yes," Grayson breathed, stepping closer to palm my breast.

"Absolutely," Harrison agreed, his hand mirroring Grayson’s.

Heat pooled between my thighs. This was happening again. And if I had my way, it would keep happening.

"I believe there was talk about my ass," I teased, turning to wiggle it at them. "Both of you inside me at once. That was the plan, right?"

Harrison smirked, gripping my hips. "Oh, I have plans for that ass. Let’s take this upstairs."

A bottle of lube waited on the nightstand, but right now, I didn’t care. I barely made it onto the bed before Harrison yanked my leggings down and buried his face between my legs.

His tongue dragged through my folds, and I collapsed face-first into the mattress, moaning into the sheets. He lapped at me greedily, fingers spreading me open for his tongue.

Then he flipped me onto my back, diving back in with renewed hunger. Two fingers slid inside, curling just right as his tongue found my clit.

I’d nearly forgotten Grayson until his mouth closed around my nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.

"Harder!" I begged.

Grayson obliged, nipping at my breast while Harrison sucked my clit, sending me spiraling into a screaming orgasm.

Harrison pulled back, licking his lips. "Delicious. Just wanted you nice and relaxed."

Clothes hit the floor. Harrison leaned against the headboard, stroking himself as he watched me. "Ready?"

I nodded, still buzzing from my climax.

Grayson slicked his fingers, then his cock. "Ride him first," he instructed. "Then it’s my turn."

I sank onto Harrison, his thick length filling me perfectly. Grayson’s lubed fingers pressed against my ass, one slipping in easily, then two, stretching me.

"Evan, just fuck me already!" I demanded.

Harrison chuckled. "Love when she gets bossy."

Grayson lined up and pushed inside.

The stretch was overwhelming—two cocks filling me, separated only by a thin wall of flesh. I gasped, struggling to breathe.

"You okay?" Harrison asked.

"Better than okay," I managed. "I’m so full. Just—move."

They did.

Grayson pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, driving me down onto Harrison, who thrust up in perfect sync.

I was lost in sensation, every nerve alight. "Fuck me! Both of you—harder!"

My orgasm hit without warning, my body clamping down around them.

"Too fucking good," Harrison growled.

"She’s squeezing me to death," Grayson groaned.

They lasted longer than I expected, pounding into me until Grayson came first, filling my ass. Harrison followed, spilling into my pussy as I shuddered through aftershocks.

We collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap.

"Wow," I breathed.

Grayson laughed. "Eloquent."

"Indescribable," Harrison corrected. "This isn’t a one-time thing."

"Ditto," Grayson agreed.

Curled between them, sore and sated, I couldn’t believe my luck. I’d gotten Harrison. And Grayson. And this was only the beginning.

A week later, Grayson moved in. The mansion had plenty of space, and now, so did our bed.