She wanted to show these gorgeous men how much she loved them. How much she needed them. How grateful she was for their support and devotion.
“Grant.” She heard the longing in her own voice. His name on her lips was laden with desire, and she knew he recognized the sounds of her need. His head snapped up, his gaze wide.
“Roxie?” He climbed on the bed. With Jack on her left and Grant on her right, Roxie felt utterly replete.
She belonged here. With them.
“I want you.”
Jack kissed her gently. “You are all that matters to us.”
“We’ll do whatever it takes to protect you, Roxie,” Grant said. He kissed her, a slow meeting of the lips that made Roxie’s heart pound. Desire curled through her.
She sighed into his mouth, suckling his bottom lip, tracing the upper one before spearing the seam. He tasted like mints. He groaned, and she swallowed the sound, angling her head to taste more of him. His tongue danced with hers.
Grant released her mouth and slid his lips along her jaw. Hot lust speared her, prickles of awareness driving a spike of heat into her groin. Her breath shallowed as his mouth traveled along her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts, and slowly, too slowly, along the line of her right breast.
“Roxie,” he murmured. His tongue traced the areola before he tasted her nipple. He licked and laved, and she knew he wanted to give her pleasure. She arched her back and pressed his head against her chest.
His groan shuddered across her flesh as his lips clamped the nipple and suckled it into a taut, aching peak. His other hand cupped her left breast, kneading it, two fingers pinching it’s hardening point.
Roxie pushed on his shoulders.
As he lowered to the bed, she tossed off the robe. She looked at Grant. His eyes were glazed, his body trembling, and his cock hard. God, he was beautiful.
“I know what you need.” She leaned forward and rubbed her nipples down his smooth chest, thrilling at his groans, his shudders. Her tongue lapped his flat, brown nipples. She kissed the ridges of his stomach, swiped each hip with a wet kiss then…whoa. She kissed the tip of his cock.
Her tongue swirled the ridge of his head again and again until his hands fisted the sheets, and his thighs trembled. She slid her tongue down his shaft, peppering it with tiny kisses and quick licks. She cupped his balls, playing with them before lowering her mouth to each one, suckling and laving. Then she returned to his shaft, to the tip, and she put it into her mouth, slowly, inch by inch, until she’d taken it all.
“Roxie. Oh God.”
Desire pounded an ancient rhythm that heated her blood, made her need grow and pulse inside—a living thing, consuming her.
Her mouth quivered with the familiarity of his cock sliding between her lips. Her tongue ravaged the hard length, licking and stroking. She took all of him as she went down again and again.
God, she was turned on. Her pussy was tight with an ache she needed her men to assuage. Grant’s buttocks tensed, and his hips lifted slightly as he groaned in ecstasy. He came hard, and she drank from his thrusting cock, swallowing his seed with feminine satisfaction.
When his cock stopped its orgasmic quiver, she lifted her head and smiled at him. He rose onto his elbows, grinning.
He sat up, leaned forward, and cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her jawline. “Sweet Roxie,” he brushed her lips with his.
Roxie laid between the two men, trembling in anticipation. Jack and Grant stretched out on either side of her. Jack looked ready to devour her, and Grant, already hard again, looked just as hungry,
“What do you want, Roxie?” asked Jack.
She licked her lips. “I want you to play with my breasts.”
“Which one of us?” asked Grant.
Roxie laughed. “Honey, I have two boobs, and two men, each with a mouth. How about you both take one?”
Grant leaned forward and cupped her breast, suckling the soft peak and laving it to hardness with his tongue. Roxie’s eyes drifted closed, and she sighed against the lovely assault. Then she felt Jack’s hand on her other breast, cupping and kneading, then…oh yes, then his mouth encircled her nipple.
Heat flooded her as Jack and Grant played with her breasts, their mouths warm and wet and hungry, their hands drifting down her rib cage, over her hip, down the inside of her thigh, then up again. She squirmed and moaned, arching up, offering her breasts as sacrifice, as penance.
Lust made her wet, made her slick and needy. She lifted her hips, a silent begging, then felt a hand slid into her curls. A finger stroked her clit, then parted the folds and dipped inside.
She pumped against the teasing fingers, pressed against the palm cupping her sex, and all the while Jack and Grant loved on her breasts, their hands stroking, touching, burning. Both men pressed against her, and she felt the thick lengths of their penises against her thighs.
“Roxie,” Grant breathed in ear, his lips against her temple, his thumb and finger squeezed her hard nipple. “Baby, I want you.”