I don’t answer him, just stare and hope he’ll see reason.
Spoiler alert: he does not.
“Oh, I see what you did. Quite the sneaky fox.” I frown at Parker, having no clue what she’s talking about. “The cameras are off.” Then she winks like all of this is acceptable behavior.
My mouth drops open, shock written all over my face, no doubt. Grinder leans forward, and with a finger under my chin, he pushes it closed.
“As much as I love seeing your mouth wide open and ready to suck my dick, you both need to eat first.”
At this point, I give up. It’s time for me to throw caution to the wind. Well, not every time, but at least for tonight. He’s gone all out for us, he deserves a memorable night.
The food is simple but nourishing and hits exactly the right spot. We laugh and trade stories, all the while watching the dolphins play in their element. Just like them, we play, and just like them, we exist together perfectly in sync.
In a moment of comfortable silence, I feel Grinder’s hand reach out and wrap around my neck, pulling me in for a deep, hungry kiss. It feels like he’s starving, at complete odds with the fact that we’ve just had dinner. Our tongues tangle and his teeth sink into my lip before turning to Parker and lavishing her with the same attention.
When he starts flinging his clothes off, my gaze collides with Parker’s and an entire conversation happens between us. I’m feeling a little adventurous, emboldened by the atmosphere,by the thoughtfulness of the entire scene. The tattoos. The dolphins. Us.
I make the first move to let her know my yellow light from months ago has gone green by pulling my shirt off and placing it carefully on the nearest pillow. Grinder stands between us, his hand on his cock, pulling with a firm grip.
Fuck, he’s so beautiful. He’s lean and tight, with that delicious Adonis belt pointing right down to his very hard, very thick cock.
“Like what you see, Doc?” My tongue licks a path across my bottom lip without instructions from my brain. Is he kidding?
“Can I taste?” I don’t wait for his permission. I drop to my knees and open my mouth, waiting for him to feed me.
Tapping the tip against my tongue once, then again, he places a hand on my head and slowly slides inside my mouth until he gets resistance at the back of my throat. To help him with the last couple of inches, I breathe through my nose and relax. Soon, the head of his dick is pushing past my uvula and massaging my tonsils as his groin now rubs against my nose.
His scent is all man. The spicy sandalwood cologne I know he spritzes once down here after each shower tickles my nose. I have no doubts his scent will be branded—yes, this time it’s appropriate—into my long-term memory until my dying breath.
Our eyes lock as he pulls back out, then thrusts his hips enough to fill my mouth again. Each time, he grunts, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life.
“Touch yourselves.” He’s speaking to the both of us, and although I can’t see Parker, I’m willing to bet that she’s obeyed just as quickly as I have. “Fuck yeah, that’s it. Swallow my dick like a good boy, Spence. Take it nice and deep.” It’s impossible not to feel a growing sense of belonging when his attention is solely focused on me. On my mouth and his cock and the way he’s fucking me with love and adoration.
Between the wet sounds of his cock driving in and out from between my saliva soaked lips, there’s a faint gasp and moan off to the side. I don’t dare move my gaze from the hold Grinder has on me, but it’s not a stretch to assume it’s Parker having a good time watching us.
“I think our dolphin is enjoying the view.” There’s no way for me to see what he means. In this position, all I can do is nod, and even that is barely perceptible. “Tonight, I’m not fucking you, Spence.”
The disappointment is like a hammer to my chest. Why the hell not?
Grinder lets a smile stretch out over his lips then winks.
“Tonight, you’re fucking me.”
Oh, shit.
Until now, we’ve been exploring this relationship, trying to find our place in the triangle. It’s fair to say I’m a bottom, I enjoy the power dynamic, the feeling of letting go because every other moment in my life, I have to be responsible for the well-being of everyone else. Sex is liberating. Being topped is freeing.
But what Grinder is announcing makes my dick twitch and my entire body buzz with energy. Sure, I’ve topped before, but the idea of fucking someone like Grinder, who exudes power and strength, is exhilarating. And from the excited grin he flashes me, I’m sure it’s written all over my face.
With a low grunt, he pulls out of my mouth, and with a reverence I seldom see in his eyes, he presses his thumb to my bottom lip and wipes away the string of saliva keeping us together.
“Red, yellow, or green? You fuck me while I fuck Parker.” He speaks low, this conversation private so I can answer without feeling the pressure.
It takes me a minute to answer, my mind projecting images of what it would be like. Me on top, thrusting, while beneath me,Grinder mimics the same action with Parker. I imagine her body covered by his, and me focused only on his pleasure as well as my own.
I think it has something to do with the atmosphere, the way the water is lulling my inhibitions to near nothingness, but it’s the only plausible explanation for my next words.
“Green.”