Page 17 of My Three Hometown Firefighters (Aspen Springs #2)

I shake my head, and his shoulders relax a little.

Fingers move my face in the other direction. Grayson is standing beside the chair. “You said you didn’t want to be in charge. Correct?”

I nod.

His fingers trace down my cheek. “Well, I’m saying you can take it. He’s going to make you come so hard around his cock. Just relax and let him in.”

I drag in a deep breath, forcing my muscles to relax. Warren presses deeper and deeper into me. Just when I think I can’t take any more, I feel his thighs press against my ass.

Warren groans behind me. I let out a whimper.

Realizing I’ve abandoned Tucker’s cock, I wrap my hand around the base. “Sorry,” I whisper, peeking up at him.

“Don’t be. Watching you take his cock is hot as fuck.”

I swirl my tongue around the head before starting to bob up and down, working in time with my hand.

Warren grips my hips as he starts to move in and out of me. His pace is gentle at first, but when I grind my ass back against him, he deepens his thrusts.

He starts hitting that magical spot within me. I moan even though my mouth is full.

Warren adjusts his angle slightly and starts slamming into me even harder. He’s so big, and the sensations are too much. I feel like I’m going to explode.

I realize again that I’ve stopped sucking Tucker. My hand is just gripping him. I try to say something, but I can’t with the way my body is barreling toward climax.

Fuck, I’m not very good at this.

“Want me to fuck your mouth, so you can just focus on how amazing you feel right now?” Tucker asks, gently caressing my cheek.

I nod against his hand, still unable to formulate words.

“Slap my leg if you need me to stop,” he says, then slides back into my open mouth. He weaves both hands into my hair and starts to do just as he said.

His first few thrusts into my mouth are shallow, testing my limits. Soon, his pace speeds up as he presses further between my waiting lips.

I let go completely, forgetting about everything I should be doing. I can only feel the fabric on the back of the chair rubbing against my breasts, and every point of contact these men have with my body.

I implode into a mess of ragged moans and quivering limbs.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Warren groans from behind me, his grip on my hips tightening. His thrusts start to get erratic.

“I’m going to come,” Tucker says. He tries to pull away, but I’m not having it. I dig my nails into the backs of his thighs to keep him in place.

“Oh, fuck… fuck yes,” he groans as his hot come hits the back of my throat. I swallow all of it down.

Warren tenses behind me, cursing under his breath. Warmth fills me from the inside as he comes. His arms wrap around me, his face buried in my neck.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he whispers.

Tucker swipes over my bottom lip with his thumb. “I agree,” he says.

Warren’s lips graze my neck before he pulls out of me. I can feel wetness dripping down my leg.

When I peek over my shoulder, Warren has already tucked himself back into his jeans and is grabbing a tissue from my desk.

He stares at the mess running out of me, and I get the feeling he really wants to leave it. With a sigh, he wipes me clean, tossing the tissue in the trash can.

“You’re mine now, love,” Grayson says a moment before I’m swept into his arms. My back thuds against the door, and my arms and legs wind tightly around him.

He’s already pulled his pants down enough that his cock is out and ready. It’s currently nestled between my thighs. My dripping pussy slides against him with every movement either of us makes.

The silence as we stare into each other’s eyes is intoxicating. So many things said without a single word being uttered.

We can’t believe that we’re here right now. Neither of us regrets anything that led us to this moment.

“I’m not going to last long,” he says. “After watching that live porn show, I’m going to blow in five seconds.”

I giggle, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Can you get there fast for me?” he asks.

“Mmhmm,” I mutter.

“Good girl,” he says with a smirk, remembering how much I liked it when he said that to me.

Fuck.

He reaches his hand between us to position himself at my entrance. As soon as his hand is free, he slams forward.

I start to moan, but his mouth lands on mine. Any noise I make is absorbed in our kiss.

His hands firmly grip my ass as he slams up into me.

“Touch yourself,” he rasps out between heavy breaths.

My hand slides down between our writhing bodies, caressing my swollen bundle of nerves. I circle my fingers with the amount of pressure I know will have my tumbling over the edge again, especially with the way Grayson is destroying my pussy.

“Come with me,” he groans.

My muscles start to tighten. I glance for the first time over Grayson’s shoulder at the two men staring at us. Neither of them looks jealous. They just look hungry as fuck, and I happen to be the buffet.

Their lust-filled gazes send me into oblivion. My free hand grips tightly in Grayson’s hair.

As soon as I clench around him, Grayson lets out a string of curses as he comes. “Thank fuck. I wasn’t going to last another second.”

Our hips continue to slowly grind against each other until we are both wrung out from our orgasms. His forehead rests against mine.

“Damn,” he whispers. “I missed you.”

I drag in a heavy breath. “I missed you, too.”