Grayson

 

Right up until that moment, when my hands slid around her waist, I still thought it was all going to fall apart. Sharing the girl I loved with my best friend... never once had I considered that this was an option.

But the second Cal spoke, I started moving.

I felt a little burst of triumph when I reached Harper's lips first, kissing her as I twined my fingers in her hair. She moaned into my mouth, a long, shuddering sound that I recognized because it was the same one that was coming from my own throat.

Fuck, how long had I been dreaming about kissing her? In my mind, it had been perfect, composed, a fucking sonnet in kiss-form, but the reality was desperate, anxious and full of aching need. I'd waited — what a decade now? — to kiss this woman and I crammed all that pent-up longing into it like I'd never have the chance again. I growled into her mouth, needing more, but at the same time needing to hold back because more than anything, I needed this to last

Cal was already kissing down her neck, brushing away the strap to her sparkling dress and letting it fall down so that the round, creamy top of her breast was exposed. I pulled back and looked down to see that he already had her nipple in his mouth and I sucked in the air through my teeth. "Is it as good as I thought it would be?" I asked.

Cal pulled back and licked his lips, looking up at Harper who was open mouthed, her eyes heavy-lidded. "Oh, it's even better," Cal said.

I wrinkled my nose, then pulled down the strap of her dress to expose her other breast. "My turn," I growled greedily.

God her breasts were just...perfect. High and sweet, with these little rosy nipples the same shade as her pretty pink lips. "These are just the prettiest shade of pink," I told Harper, who bit her lip. I caught her gaze. "In fact, I think they're the same pink as your lips. Do you have any other parts of you that are pink like this?"

Her lips curled into a sideways grin. "I...might..."

"Well I'm going to conduct a very thorough examination, just to make sure."

"You're such a goofball."

I bent and tweaked her nipple between my teeth, the lightest little nip, just enough to make her gasp. Then I grabbed a fistful of her ass and pulled her close to me, letting her feel how hard I was. "I assure you, I am not goofing around right now. I've never been so serious in my life." She bit her lip, eyes shining, and gave a slight nod. I fucking came undone again, kissing her hard before bending my lips to that perfect breast again.

As I brushed my lips up to that pearly tip, curling my tongue around it before taking it in my mouth, Cal moved around back of her. I heard the slip of metal teeth, and she shimmied a little to let her dress fall down over her hips. I stepped back and groaned to finally be able to brush my hand over her smooth, flat stomach. Cal was already on his knees, sliding her dress all the way down, but I'm a greedy motherfucker, so I put my hand between her legs first.

She yelped as a slid my finger against those soft folds, and rocked back on her heels. Cal stood up, catching her against his body as she sagged into my touch, already arching her hips against my hand in a frantic rhythm. I looked up and saw Cal watching as my fingers danced along her slit, which incidentally was a slightly darker shade of pink after all. "Is that as good as I thought it would be?" Cal growled, echoing me.

I grinned and looked up at Harper. "It's even better," I told her.

She sagged forward and I caught her with my other hand, cradling her head as I worked my fingers in and out of her. "How good?" Cal suddenly asked, his voice heavy and tight.

I kept my eyes on Harper. With every word I spoke, she shuddered slightly. "She's already so wet," I told Cal, watching her watch me.

"She wants this, she wants this so bad," Cal hissed against her neck. 

"She's trembling in my hand, Cal. I can feel her, quivering from the inside out." I pulled my fingers away. "You have to feel this."

Harper whined, but I covered her mouth with mine, devouring her soft sounds.

"I do," Cal growled, and suddenly his mouth was where my fingers had just been and for some reason, instead of being jealous, I just found it really fucking hot to know what he was tasting. I brought my fingers up to my lips to taste it on my own, then brushed those fingers against Harper's lips.

"You taste yourself?" I asked her. "This is the most delicious thing I've ever eaten," I told her.

"Me too," Cal mumbled, his voice indistinct. She was arching upward, already on her toes, and I could feel her quivering. I needed to feel that, from the inside out. I moved around back of her and she sagged against me once my fingers found her center again.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I groaned. She was already moving in time with Cal's rhythm, and I quickly matched it, sliding one, then two, then three fingers inside of her. She yelped and flung her arm out to wrap around my neck, clinging to me as I — we — brought her to the edge and in the haze of how fucking hot it was to feel Harper McCabe's pussy tighten around my fingers as she started to fall to pieces in my arms, I was almost fucking grateful that there were two of us here intent on giving her every ounce of pleasure she fucking deserved. She came so fucking hard from my fingers and Cal's mouth that I didn't give a fuck that I was sharing her. All that mattered was the way she shook in my arms.

Cal stood up and kissed her, hard, and with the extrasensory knowing that comes from being friends forever, I read his mind and took that moment to lead us all backward toward the bed.