..continuation from Part I

We scurried down the hall like tipsy kids sneaking candy, fingers laced, giggles bumping off the walls. Linda nudged the bedroom door with her hip, letting the hallway light spill across the rumpled sheets.

“Lie back,” she murmured, eyes locked on mine.

I eased onto the mattress, the comforter still warm from earlier. Grant followed, settling into the armchair near the foot of the bed. His chest rose and fell fast, one hand sliding over himself in slow disbelief.

Linda crawled between my thighs with calm intention. Her mouth brushed the inside of my knee, then higher, until her tongue flicked my clit with a teasing patience that made me whimper. She kept her gaze on me while she worked, fingers gripping my hips to keep me from squirming away.

I turned my head toward Grant. The sight of him stroking harder, lip caught between his teeth, made my pulse hammer. He met my stare, and the sheer hunger in his eyes sent a rush straight through me.

Linda slid a finger inside me, curling up to the spot she knew would light every nerve. I gasped, eyes snapping back to hers. She held my gaze, tongue circling steadily while that single finger pressed and coaxed. The mix of his stare and her steady rhythm shoved me right to the edge.

“… oh fuck, Linda.”

Her eyes never left mine as I tipped over. And came hard, hips rolling against her mouth, a low moan ripping free before I could swallow it. She stayed with me, licking through every tremor until my legs finally slackened.

She kissed her way up my body, the taste of me still bright on her lips. I caught her mouth in a slow kiss, then turned to Grant, breath ragged.

“How are you doing over there?”

“Enjoying the show,” he said, voice rough. “Think I’m ready for round two.”

I slid off the mattress and reached for Linda’s hand. She followed without a word, her eyes bright. I guided her to the space between Grant’s knees and sank with her to the carpet.

Kneeling side by side, we turned toward each other first. Our mouths met in a slow kiss that tasted like wine and salt and heat. While we kissed, I curled one hand around Grant’s thick shaft, stroking lazily from base to tip. Linda reached up to cup my breasts, thumbs circling until my nipples tightened under her touch.

I broke the kiss, tilted my head so Linda could kiss me along my neck.

I guided Grant’s cock to my mouth and took him in.

“Uuuuffff,” he groaned, grabbing the side of my head with his hand, guiding me up and down on his cock.

As I sucked him deeper and deeper, Linda’s fingers slipped into my hair, tugging gently while she kept kissing along my neckline up to my ear and cheek. I used my free hand to direct her kissing and hold her closer.

Then in one long movement, I took him out of my mouth and held him upright with my hand turned, as I moved my lips to meet Linda’s. As our eyes opened inches from one another, we traded a silent “might as well” look before I guided her head down toward Grant’s cock.

She instantly took his full seven-inch thick cock all the way into her mouth, several times, with no hesitation.

We passed him back and forth, mouths gliding from tip to base, tongues meeting in quick, wet kisses before claiming him again. His breathing turned ragged, cock shining with our saliva, body jerking at every change of angle. Watching him teeter on the edge felt wickedly addictive, and neither of us let up.

Linda pulled back, lips wet, and looked up at me with a wicked grin.

“You’re a lucky girl,” she said, giving him one slow pump that made his stomach jump.

“I know,” I murmured, my fingers skimming the thick ridge of Grant’s shaft, feeling every twitch of anticipation under my palm.

“Feels even better than it looks,” I added, shooting Linda a quick, heated smile.

With my lips near her ear, I let the words slip out just loud enough for Grant to hear “Do you want him inside you?”

Her breath hitched. She nodded. Just once, but it was enough.

Grant’s eyes shot to mine, wide and hungry, that unspoken Are you sure? hanging in the air.

I held his gaze, steady and sure, and gave him a small nod, followed by a slow smile.

Linda and I leaned in one last time, dragging soft, lazy licks along his shaft. My mouth brushed hers, and we shared that familiar mix....him, me, her...and something else that felt new and dangerous but completely right.

Then we both pulled back, same grin curving our mouths.

“Bed?” I asked.

“Bed,” she answered, like a toast.

I rose first, tugging Linda up by the wrist.

Grant was still kneeling, eyes on both of us, lips parted like he was watching a dream walk into focus..

He stood slowly, still shaking a little, and grabbed both our hands. His voice came out low and reverent, like it had bypassed his brain entirely.

“Love you so fucking much.”

I squeezed his hand. “I know,” I said, soft but certain.

He nodded once, then led us to the bed, his steps sure now, but his eyes never leaving mine.

Linda lay back in the center of the bed, propped on her elbows, legs spread just enough to show how ready she was. Her eyes were on Grant, but she glanced at me too, making sure we were still in this together.

We were.

Grant moved between her thighs, his cock still slick, still rock-hard. He looked stunned, reverent, like he wasn’t sure how he’d gotten so lucky, but wasn’t about to question it.

He lined himself up and slid in slow.

Linda’s head fell back instantly. “Ohhh… fuck,” she breathed, her voice breaking open on the last word.

I crawled onto the bed beside her, leaned in, and kissed Grant again, deep, urgent, tasting the sweat on his upper lip and the raw edge of how turned on he was. He groaned into my mouth as he started to move—long, deep thrusts that rocked Linda’s body with every stroke.

His hand stayed firm on her hip, keeping her in place, while the other curled around my ass, pulling me in so our bodies stayed pressed together.

He was fucking her hard now, hips smacking against her with a sound that made my pulse spike. I pulled back from the kiss and glanced down to where their bodies met. His cock gliding in and out of her, slow at first, then faster. The way she opened for him. The way he filled her.

Linda moaned, hands clenching the sheets.

I leaned down and kissed her again...her lips soft, parted, needy...before trailing down to her chest. Her nipples were tight, flushed, begging. I took one into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it while her breath hitched and stuttered beneath me. Grant fucked her harder. She cried out.

I switched sides, lavishing the other nipple with slow, wet kisses, nips, and flicks of my tongue. Her chest rose and fell fast under me, the rhythm of his thrusts growing faster and rougher.

I felt it then, that edge again. Not mine this time. Hers.

I slid down between her legs, kissed her stomach, then lower, until I was face to face with the place they were joined.

It was mesmerizing, watching him disappear into her, again and again, his cock glistening with her arousal. The sound, the heat, the way she couldn’t stop moaning.

I tilted my head and dragged my tongue across the top of her clit, slow and deliberate.
Linda’s whole body jolted.

“Jesus—Tina—fuck—” Grant grunted above me, still thrusting deep, and I kept my face right there, tongue flicking over her clit as his pelvis bumped my cheek with every thrust.

I licked harder now, faster. That was it.

Linda’s back arched off the bed as she came, loud and raw and unstoppable.

Her legs locked around Grant’s waist, hands flying to her face as she moaned into her palms. Her pussy clamped down around his cock, spasming through her orgasm while I licked her through every twitch and cry.

When she finally collapsed, it was total. Her limbs slack, eyes glassy, breath ragged.

She let out a weak, stunned laugh. “Holy. Fucking. Shit.”

I smiled against her thigh, then kissed the inside of her knee as I pulled back, wiping my mouth.

Grant pulled out mid-orgasm, still hard, still aching, sweat dripping down his chest. He looked at me—really looked—and the expression there nearly knocked the air out of me.

“I want you,” he said, voice rough and certain.

I nodded and leaned back, letting him guide me down.

He kissed me hard...not rushed, but full, greedy, like he’d been holding back for hours. Maybe longer. Then he pushed inside me.

One long, deep stroke that made my whole body tense and melt at the same time. I gasped into his mouth, fingers digging into his back as he buried himself fully.

We moved together in this slow, primal rhythm—his hips rolling, mine lifting to meet him. Everything else dropped away for a second. Just him, just me. Skin and sweat and the way he looked at me like nothing else had ever mattered.

Then I turned my head.

And there she was.

Linda, still flushed and half-drunk on orgasm, sprawled near the edge of the bed, watching us with wide, hungry eyes.

One hand was squeezing one of her own nipples, slow and absentminded, while the other drifted down, fingertips resting just barely against her clit, like she wasn’t sure if she was ready to start again or just couldn’t help it.

“God, you two are hot,” she murmured, voice low and lazy, like it was physically draining just to speak.

I turned toward her, breath catching on another deep thrust, and managed a smile.

“Open the top drawer.”

She raised an eyebrow; then grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

She rolled onto her side, still deliciously naked, and reached over to slide the drawer open. A hum of amusement escaped her throat.

“Ooo... lookie lookie what I found.”

She held up the vibrator with two fingers, like she was plucking it from a treasure chest.

Without waiting, she flicked it on, just a gentle buzz, and slid back beside me. Her body curled close, like she needed to be near the heat again.

She kissed my bare shoulder once, warm and slow, then lay back down with her knees drawn up slightly and the vibrator pressed between her thighs.

The hum deepened. So did her breath. Her hips started to roll gently as the toy circled her clit.

Grant groaned above me, still thrusting into me deep and strong, watching the whole thing unfold with a look that was part awe, part desperation.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered. “This is unreal.”

Linda smiled through a low moan. “You’re welcome.”

Her hand found mine again and squeezed, anchoring herself to me while her body responded to the toy—slow pulses, little gasps, that hungry look flaring back in her eyes.

Grant didn’t stop. His thrusts were harder now, deeper. The sound of him inside me—wet and sharp and relentless—matched the flutter of vibrations beside me.

I reached down with my free hand, rubbing my own clit...

But Linda beat me to it.

She moved my hand away with surprising speed, replacing it with the vibrator. Pressing it to my clit with firm, steady pressure. Her hand didn’t tremble. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Then her mouth was on my breast, soft at first, just a warm brush of lips. But when I moaned, she latched on—sucking gently, then with more urgency, tongue flicking over my nipple until I was arching up into both of them.

Grant was still fucking me. Deep, rhythmic, everything inside me tightening with every thrust.

Linda’s mouth.

The vibrator.

His cock.

It was overwhelming in the best possible way.

I shattered.

My whole body clenched, heels digging into the mattress, a broken cry ripping out of me as I came harder than I ever had in my life. Vision going blurry, limbs twitching, breath gone.

I shoved the vibrator away and bucked my hips uncontrollably, too sensitive to let Grant keep going.

He pulled out, careful, brushing my hair back with a tenderness that normally would’ve made my chest ache, if I wasn’t already breathless, wrecked, melting into the bed between them.

Grant leaned down and kissed me, slow and deep, and Linda leaned in at the same time. Our mouths met in the middle—tongues sliding, lips parting in sync like we’d been doing this forever.

The three of us lingered there, mouths tangling, warm breath mixing, the buzz of everything we’d just done still thick in the air.

Grant’s cock was still hard, gleaming as he rubbed it slowly. His breath was heavy, ragged.

Linda was curled beside me, her skin flushed, her thighs slick, and that same vibrator still resting in her hand as she slid it back between her legs again, hips twitching at the contact.

We weren’t quite done yet.

I rolled to my side toward Linda, our faces inches apart. Her breath hitched as the vibrator pressed against her clit again, hips already starting to move.

I kissed her, slow and deep, our tongues still tasting of each other. She reached for me, pulling me close, her legs tangling with mine.

I slid my hand between us and guided the vibrator right where our hips met, nestling it between both our clits.

The sensation hit instantly.

A sharp, shared gasp passed between us.

The buzz was right there, firm and steady, pressed between soft, soaked skin. We started to rock, small movements at first, then more. Our breasts brushing, thighs tightening. I could feel her moaning against my mouth.

Behind her, Grant moved closer. His hand slid up the curve of her back, tracing along her spine before grabbing her hip and pulling her toward him.

He eased into her from behind.... Slow, steady. Her body jolted against mine.

“Oh fuck…” she gasped into my mouth.

He began to move. Thrusting into her slowly while we kissed, moaned, rocked.

Her clit pressed tight to mine, the vibrator buzzing steadily between us, her body caught in this rhythm of being fucked and grinding into me all at once.

Then he pulled out.

And slid into me.

I cried out into her mouth, grabbing her waist, our bodies still locked together. The vibrator stayed in place, buzzing, slick, relentless.

Grant groaned. His rhythm quickened.

Then he switched again.

Back into her.

Then me.

We kept moving like that, lips on lips, hips against hips, his cock filling one of us while the other whimpered and kissed harder.

The rhythm got messy. Sloppy. Perfect.

None of us wanted it to end.

I was close again. Linda’s breath stuttered with every stroke. Grant’s groans grew louder, more urgent.

My hands gripped Linda’s back, my lips brushing her ear.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again,” I said out loud—raw and shaking.

“Me too,” she gasped, her voice breaking.

Grant stayed buried inside me, not switching this time. He gripped my hips tighter, holding me in place, his breath ragged against my neck.

Linda's body started to tremble first. The vibrator still pressed between us, her thighs tightening, her moan deep and broken as she came hard...again.

That did it.

The second she clenched against me, her breath catching, I tumbled over the edge right with her.

But this time, I looked up, eyes locking with Grant's.

He was watching me like I was the only thing in the room. His pupils blown wide, jaw tight, hand wrapped around his cock as he pulled out of me at the last second.

Our eyes stayed locked as my orgasm hit. Intense and blinding. My body arched. I cried out his name, lips parted, still holding on to Linda.

Then he let go.

With a ragged, choked groan, Grant came. His body jerking, chest heaving, thick ropes of cum spilling across both our stomachs and chests, messy and hot and completely unfiltered.

He kept his eyes on me the whole time.

The room went still.

No sound but our breathing, heavy, spent, slow.

We collapsed together, tangled limbs and sticky skin, a mess of sex and sweat and everything that had just passed between us.

Grant curled around me from behind, still catching his breath.

I reached for Linda, pulled her close. She tucked into my side, warm and quiet.

No one said a word.

We didn’t need to.

We just let the silence settle, wrapped in it—wrapped in each other—until sleep came and took all three of us under.

Together.

[Stay tuned for one more night of fun to follow the next day to close out the series in Part III.]