Chapter 2
1494 Words
Grayson
Fuck.
Ashley Johnson is something else.
I've had women throwing themselves at me since the day I took over the Crimson Reapers. Comes with the cut. The patch. The reputation.
Before I got married, I was running through a different chick every night.
Sometimes two.
Shit, sometimes even three.
Anything to shut out the noise in my head. To pretend I didn't need the pills just to keep breathing.
Never lasted long.
And I sure as hell never thought I'd be the type to keep going back to the same woman for a threesome—especially not my sister's childhood friend.
We're not exclusive. Made that clear from the start. Just a no-strings hookup. Still, I figured it would blow up eventually.
Ashley always struck me as the jealous type.
The slap-the-s**t-out-of-you-for-looking-at-another-woman type.
Turns out, I was dead fuckin' wrong.
Because right now she's sprawled out on this table, Diamond's head between her thighs, moaning like she was made for it—and loving every second as much as I am.
"Mmm, that feels so good," she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as Diamond's tongue teases her clit.
"No," I growl. "Eyes on me, little minx."
They snap open instantly, locking on like she knows better than to disobey.
I watch every twitch, every shaky breath, the way her hazelnut-toned thighs tremble. My fist works my c**k faster, feeding off every sound she makes.
"Good girl," I rasp, heat crawling up my spine. "Cover her pretty face for me, baby."
Diamond moans against her, her tongue moving quicker before sliding two fingers inside my girl's slick p***y.
Ashley unravels within seconds.
"Oh, f**k—Gray!" she cries, her voice nearly lost under the bass thumping through the club and the chorus of other people f*****g around us.
Her back arches, heels digging into the table as Diamond f***s her through the aftershocks.
I don't look away. Not for a second.
When she finally slumps back, chest heaving, my gaze cuts to Diamond.
"Come here," I order.
Her brown eyes go wide. She hesitates for half a beat, then moves toward me—like she can't decide if she's nervous or wet from it.
Probably both.
I pull her onto my lap, straddling me, my grip firm on her hips. I drag her mouth to mine, tasting Ashley's c*m on her tongue.
She moans into the kiss, grinding against the hard ridge of my c**k like she's trying to get herself off on it.
"Turn around," I murmur against her lips, low enough to sink into her bones. "I want her licking your p***y while I f**k you."
"Okay..." she breathes, the word a shiver more than a sound, wetness already dripping over me from nothing but the thought.
She pivots in my lap, and I hook my arms under her thighs, holding her wide open before driving her down on my c**k in one deep, claiming thrust.
She gasps loud, her head tipping back against my shoulder as I work her up and down my length.
Ashley's still watching, her eyes dark and hungry.
I lift a brow.
She drops to her knees without a word, palms braced on my thighs, and leans in. Her tongue flicks over Diamond's clit each time her ass meets my hips, making her jerk and tremble.
Diamond's cries spill out loud, desperate.
"f**k," I snarl, heat pooling low as I watch my girl push her higher with every stroke of her tongue.
Moments later, Ashley shifts lower.
The second I feel her tongue drag over my balls, slow and deliberate, my vision damn near whites out.
A deep growl rumbles from my chest.
"f**k, Ash..." My head tips back for a breath before I force it down again.
I want to see this.
Every fuckin' second of it.
Diamond shudders on top of me, still riding the rhythm Ashley set, and I catch that she still hasn't stopped rubbing Diamond's p***y even with my balls still in her mouth.
Talented little minx.
Ashley alternates between sucking and licking, rolling her tongue while she moans softly like she's savoring me. The vibrations shoot straight through my c**k, buried in Diamond's dripping p***y.
Diamond's hips jerk, her breath hitching. "Oh God—oh, God..."
Yeah, she's right on the edge.
So close I can feel her walls fluttering around me, trying to drag me over with her.
I lock my hands on her hips, keeping her exactly where I want her. "That's it," I growl in her ear, my voice rough. "Give it to me. Let her watch you fuckin' fall apart for us."
Diamond whimpers but rides me harder, her soft moans breaking into loud, desperate cries.
I sink my teeth into the curve of her neck and feel her come apart—her entire body quaking, soaking my c**k and thighs.
Ashley doesn't let up, her mouth still on Diamond's clit, sucking her through every shiver and gasp.
"Good girl," I murmur, lapping at the mark I just left. "Ride it out... let her devour every drop."
Diamond's nails scrape lightly over my arms as she tries to steady herself, her breathing ragged, head bowed until damp strands stick to her flushed cheeks.
Ashley finally pulls back, lips slick, a smug little smirk curving them as she looks up at me.
I meet her gaze, sliding Diamond off my c**k and onto the couch beside us—spent, trembling, and still trying to find her goddamn soul.
My fist closes around my c**k, stroking slow as I crook a finger at Ashley.
"Your turn, little minx."
She stands with that seductive sway in her hips she knows drives me crazy, her eyes locked on mine like she's already decided how this ends.
When she reaches me, I catch her wrist, pulling her into my lap. Her p***y hovers just above the head of my c**k, heat radiating between us.
"You gonna make me wait," I murmur, tweaking her n*****s through the thin material of her dress, "or you gonna be a good girl and take what I give you?"
Her smirk deepens, but she doesn't answer—just reaches between us and sinks down on me in one swift, greedy motion.
A groan rips from me, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "That's it. All the fuckin' way, baby."
She bites her lip, rolling her hips slow at first, savoring it.
But I'm in no mood for slow.
I haul her down onto me, her gasp shattering into a moan, and drive into her with steady, punishing thrusts that make her nails bite into my shoulders.
She doesn't flinch. Doesn't try to slow me down.
She takes it—lets me f**k her exactly how I need to.
Every stroke bleeds the tension out of me, violence and need twisted together, until the rest of the world is gone.
Her breath fans over my neck, her body tightening like she's trying to lock me inside her.
"Gray..." she moans, her voice breaking.
I grip her ass and force her down my shaft again, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing.
Buried inside Ashley's heat, my mind goes blissfully blank.
No thoughts about the club.
No endless list of responsibilities stacked up and waiting for me the second I walk out of here.
No replay of what I could've done differently to keep my wife from walking away.
Just this.
Pleasure.
Heat.
Release.
The only thing I want right now is more.
She moves with me, riding each thrust like she knows I'm using her to burn through every dark thought in my head.
"Baby," she breathes, her voice a plea and a challenge.
I hold her tighter, pounding into her until the table behind us rattles from the force.
"That's it, little minx," I growl, feeling her squeeze around me. "Let me ruin this sweet p***y for anyone but me. Let everyone here hear you scream my name."
"Oh, f**k," she mewls, but I don't ease up.
Not even a little.
I push harder, faster, each stroke tearing another cry from her throat until she's screaming, her body convulsing as she comes apart around me.
I bury myself deep, the heat in my gut snapping loose, and a guttural snarl rips from me as I spill inside her.
For a few long seconds, I hold her there—our hearts hammering together, her p***y milking every drop.
She hums a content sigh, but before it turns into something heavier, I slip out of her.
Diamond is still sprawled on the couch, watching us through half-lidded eyes, the slow rise and fall of her chest proof she's just barely recovered from her own high.
I lean back, take in the sight of both of them wrecked and glowing, and feel that familiar calm settle in—a rare, fleeting quiet in my head.
It won't last. It never does.
But for now?
It's enough.
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