Sweet Surrender
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Micah stretched and plundered her ass as he reamed her with his cock. Gray filled her mouth, butting against the back of her throat as he matched the intensity of Micah’s thrusts.
Micah shoved forward and stilled against her, his cock buried as deeply as he could go. “I’m going to take this condom off and come all over you, baby doll,” he rasped. Then he ripped himself out, and she flinched as the head slipped past her tight ring.
Gray thrust deeply then he too tore himself from her mouth. He began working his cock with his hand. As the first splatter hit her face, she felt a hot stream of cum splash onto her ass.
It ran down the crack of her ass and slithered inside her still-open anus.
The two men groaned as they directed more cum onto her body. She was edgy with need. She’d been so close, and now she trembled, wanting nothing more than to finish what they’d started.
Gray reached out and wiped the cum from her lips with his thumb. She looked up to see him gazing at her, a fierce, possessive look on his face.
He stuffed his cock back into his pants then hastily zipped his jeans. Behind her, Micah smoothed gentle hands over her ass. He pressed a tender kiss to the small of her back. Then Gray reached for her, picking her up as though she weighed nothing. He carried her into the bathroom and started a shower.
He hurriedly stripped then pulled her into the shower with him. He gave her a quick rinse, and then he picked her up and placed her back against the wall of the shower. He positioned his arms underneath her legs and pushed her even higher up the wall until her pussy was at the level of his mouth.
“I didn’t allow you to come for him,” he murmured, his breath blowing over her wet curls. “Your orgasms are mine and mine alone.”
She trembled at the raw possession in his voice. He nuzzled between her folds and began licking her clit. She reached down to grasp his head, moaning as he sucked the tight little bud between his teeth.
As the water sprayed over his back, he tongued her entrance, lapping and sucking like he was starving. Her thighs began to shake uncontrollably as the sensations became unbearable.
His hands slid to her buttocks, and he squeezed as he deepened the assault with his tongue. He licked, sucked and then he thrust his tongue into her pussy.
She yelled hoarsely as, finally, her orgasm flashed, hot and painful. She gripped his head, holding him close as he lapped at the flood of juices from her pussy. He continued eating her until she could stand no more. She whimpered as he tongued her sensitive flesh, and he pulled away, allowing her to slide down the wall of the shower.
Her legs wobbled underneath her, and he grabbed her waist to steady her. He reached behind him to turn off the water, and then he turned back to her, his expression serious.
He nudged her chin upward with his finger. “Tell me the truth. Did I go too far?”
In that moment, she realized that she loved this man. No matter how forceful or dominant, he was only willing to go as far as she was comfortable with. Despite his concern that she was playing games, his desire was still to please her.
She cupped his face in her hands and pulled him down to kiss him. Their wet bodies met, and she wrapped her arms around him, wanting to absorb him.
“You were perfect,” she whispered. And it was the truth. He was taking care of her. It wasn’t about dominance. She didn’t have an overwhelming need to submit. What she wanted was a strong man to take care of her, to see to her needs, to satisfy her desires.
What she’d mistaken for submission was in actuality a need to connect to a man on an emotional as well as a physical level. The emotion had been what she lacked in her previous relationships. Without it, the sex didn’t measure up. Now she realized why.
Tears pricked her eyelids as she hugged him close. He squeezed her and kissed the top of her head before tugging her out of the shower with him.
He dried her, and all she could do was stand there numbly, overwhelmed by the depth of her feelings. She wanted to tell him what he meant to her, but she knew this wasn’t the time. Not with Micah here. No, this would be saved for when it was the two of them again. In the meantime, she’d enjoy having a man fulfill all her fantasies.
As he dried the last of the water from her body, he kissed her and pushed a damp tendril of hair behind her ear. “Watching you with Micah was unbelievably hot. Watching another man take what’s mine…I can’t even explain the turn-on. It may seem weird to you, but it’s indescribable.”
“You like to watch.”
He nodded, his eyes blazing with blue heat.
“I like to watch you watch me,” she said with a slight smile. “If you’re weird, I guess so am I.”
He slid his hand down her back and gently cupped her ass. “Are you sore?”
She flushed. “A little.”
He kissed her again. “We’ll let that part of your body rest for a while. This was your first time, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her heart melted just a little more at the gentle concern in his voice.
“Go into the bedroom and lie down on the bed,” he said. “I think Micah would like to taste your sweet little pussy.”
Her knees shook as she stepped around him to do as he’d told her. When she walked into the bedroom, she saw Micah lying on the bed, naked, his hand stroking his semierect cock.
He watched her with sultry eyes as she hesitantly made her way to the bed. His earring winked at her, and his shoulder-length dark hair fell over his ears, slightly damp from sweat.
She looked nervously over her shoulder to see where Gray was and whether he was coming. When she saw him standing just a few feet away, she relaxed.
“Come here,” Micah called from the bed. He held out his hand, crooking his finger.
She walked to the edge of the bed. Micah scooted down until his head lay in the middle of the bed and his feet dangled off the end.
“Climb up, baby doll. I want to taste that pussy.”
A low shudder rolled over her body as her nipples tightened, and she felt a surge of wetness between her legs. She got onto the bed, and he reached for her waist. He helped her straddle his face and slowly lowered her to his waiting mouth.
When his tongue touched her, she bucked upward. His grip tightened around her hips as he pulled her back down. As his tongue delved between her folds and found her clit, she turned her head toward Gray.
He stood across the room, and their gazes locked. Remembering what he’d said about watching, she became determined to give him a show he’d enjoy.
She slid her hands up her belly and to her breasts. She plumped them up and out with her palms and then rolled the tips between her fingers. Gray’s eyes flared, and he shifted his position.
She continued to roll her nipples, massaging and caressing her breasts. Her breathing picked up as Micah continued to lap hungrily at her. She was close. God, she was close. But she also remembered what Gray had said about coming only for him.
She opened her mouth to speak, but Gray had already crossed the room and stood next to her. He held out his hand, and she grasped it as he helped her off of Micah.
“Lay down,” he ordered.
When she complied, he pushed her toward the other end of the bed until her head dangled off the edge. Then he crawled up between her legs and spread her wide. His cock, hard, turgid, like steel, probed between her thighs and then shoved inside her with one impatient thrust.
Micah positioned himself over her head and tilted her head downward until she viewed his cock in an upside down position. He rubbed the head of his erection over her lips and then pressed inward until she relented and opened her mouth. He immediately slid in and began fucking her mouth in long, hard thrusts.
Gray pushed her legs upward, spreading her wider as he pushed deeper into her pussy. She moaned deep in her throat, vibrating against Micah’s cock. He began fucking her harder in response.
“Inside you, baby,” Gray uttered harshly. “This time we’re coming inside you. We’re going to fill you with our cum. Do you want that?”
It was a needless question. She was twisting and writhing, anticipating their release, wanting hers as well. It was freeing, not having to dictate, coordinate or direct the action. They gave her precisely what she wanted without her having to outline it in detail. All she had to do was lie back and feel. Allow herself to be taken care of.
Micah reached down and twisted her nipples between his fingers. She whimpered and squirmed restlessly as she skated closer to the edge of her orgasm. Gray slid back and forth, the friction he caused with his larger circumference sending exquisite shards of pleasure to her groin.
“Come for me,” Gray growled. “Only for me, baby. Let it go.”
As both cocks thrust to their limits inside her body, something within her snapped. Like a bowl of spilled sugar, her body crystallized and flew in ninety different directions. She jerked and heaved as the two men buffeted her body between them. The slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed loudly in the room along with their heavy grunts.
She opened her mouth to scream only to have Micah muffle it when he drove deep. Gray gathered her legs over his arms and yanked her back to meet his thrust. It hurt. It was pleasure like she’d never known. It ached. It was the most exquisite ecstasy of her life.
Her mouth filled as Micah flooded her with his release. She swallowed as more splashed onto her tongue. At the same time, she felt the heated spurts of Gray’s orgasm deep in her pussy.
They held her, they owned her, they filled her.
She lay there limply as she came down from her orgasm and the men above her eased back and forth as they finished within her. Micah was the first to withdraw. He reached down, lifted her head and kissed her forehead.
Gray slowly slid out of her pussy, a warm flood following his retreat.
“Stay right there,” Gray said huskily. “I’ll get a washcloth and clean you up. Then you can take a nap while I fix us something to eat.”
Micah sat down on the bed beside her head and looked down at her. His fingers trailed over her cheek as he pushed her hair away from her eyes.
She didn’t say anything, but neither did he. There was really nothing to say. She supposed she should feel awkward, but then he’d already seen her naked, touched her intimately.
Gray returned a moment later and gently wiped between her legs. When he was finished, he patted the pillow at the head of the bed. “Come on, baby. Crawl up here so I can tuck you in. We’ve worn you out.”
She wouldn’t argue there. She yawned and moved up then curled up and laid her head on the pillow. Gray tugged the covers up then leaned down to kiss her.
“I’ll wake you up in a little while.”
She smiled and nodded, but her eyes were already closing.
CHAPTER 35
“You’re a lucky son of a bitch,” Micah said as the two men stood in the kitchen.
Gray shoved a beer at Micah and nodded. “I know. Believe me, I know.”
“If she wasn’t so hung up on you, I swear I’d drag her home and tie her to my bed. I’d never let her out of my bedroom.”
Gray chuckled. He could understand that sentiment, because it was very much the way he felt. His smile disappeared when he remembered just how much he was deceiving her.
“What’s wrong, man?” Micah asked as he sat down on a barstool.
Gray took out a skillet and put it down on the counter with a bang. “I just hope she understands when I tell her the truth about why I’m here.”
Micah went silent for a moment. “I think she will. I mean, I’m with you, I didn’t see a need to keep what was going on from her, but I also understand Pop’s desire to protect her. Who could blame him? Faith just inspires a man to protect and shelter her.”
Gray nodded. “Exactly. I came here determined to tell her the truth and fuck what Pop wanted, but when I got here, I just couldn’t. I found myself willing to do whatever I could to keep her from any hurt.”
“You love her,” Micah said quietly.
Gray paused for a moment, prepared to deny it. But no, he couldn’t. Not when it was true. “Yeah, I do.”
“That certainly complicates things.”
Gray jerked his gaze to Micah. “What do you mean by that?”
Micah shrugged. “You live in Dallas. Your job is there. Faith lives here. Family is important to her.”
Gray stared at him for a long moment then looked away. He didn’t reply. He wasn’t sure what to say. Part of him was ashamed of the fact that since coming to Houston he’d thought very little about his job or Alex. He’d actually been able to get up every morning without having to force himself out of bed. He’d greeted his job with enthusiasm, not dread.
And then there was Faith.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to be a downer,” Micah spoke up. “Just saying you have a lot to think about.”
“Yeah,” he said grimly. “It would seem I do.”
Micah drummed his fingers on the bar. “Look man, I’m going to get on out of here. You two could use the time alone, I think, and I need to get back and see what the hell is going on.”