His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down his tanned throat. “Did you like seeing me touch myself?”
India never thought she’d find something like that arousing, but oddly, she did. “Yes, I do.” She allowed her gaze to roam over his body.
His lips shaped into a smile. “Far be it beyond me to displease a lady.” He fisted his cock again, and stroked it, his blue gaze locking with hers.
Her nipples pressed against the khaki material of Rafe’s shirt. Heat rushed through the pores of her body. She wanted him. Taking a slow, deliberate step toward him, India couldn’t think of anything more than running her hands all over his body. She halted when she stood mere inches from Grant.
“I want to do that.” She touched the hand wrapped around his dick.
His light eyes went cobalt. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
India brushed his hand aside and ran her fingertips along the length of him. “But what a way to go, right?”
“Oh yeah.” He chuckled. “What brought on this change? Last night you were the shy kitten, but this morning you’re a seductive vixen.”
She shrugged. “Maybe I’ve finally come to my senses.” It had taken her a while to fall asleep last night and India had a lot of time to think. She’d liked what they did together way too much to deny them or herself anymore. India wanted to live and feel and heaven knows she’d never felt the way she did when she was with Rafe and Grant.
Lowering herself before him until she rested on her knees, she grasped his hard rod. “My, you’re big.”
“All the better to fuck you with, my dear.”
She giggled. “You’re nasty. I thought Rafe was the bad one.”
“I have my moments and there’s definitely something about seeing a beautiful woman kneeling before me, ready to suck my dick that brings out the perv in me.”
India smiled before circling the helmet-shaped tip with her tongue.
The heat emanating from his cock nearly scorched her taste buds as she stroked him with her lips.
“That’s it, sweetheart, lick it.” He grabbed tufts of her hair in either fist.
Tightening her fingers around his cock, she opened wide and took him into her mouth. Slowly she sucked him deep and hard, trying to take as much of his dick in as she could. Savoring his musky masculine flavor, India found herself highly turned on by her act of fellatio. She slid her free hand inside her panties and fingered her clit.
“Oh, India. That feels so good.”
She gripped her lips around his member, sliding them up and down with a bob of her head. His fingers clenched her hair harder, but she didn’t notice or feel pain. She was much too aroused to care.
Though she really enjoyed what happened with the three of them the night before, India liked the one on one time with Grant. Maybe she would get the chance to be alone with Rafe as well, but that would come later. In the meantime, she planned on getting acquainted with Grant’s awesome physique.
As her head jerked back and forth and she frantically sucked his cock, India released her clit and slipped two fingers inside her damp pussy.
“India, if you don’t stop now, I’m going to come in your mouth.”
She parted her lips and released his cock to look up at him. “Would that be a bad thing?”
“Hell no. I would love it.”
“Then shut up and let me do my thing.” She took him back into her mouth, sliding her lips along him, faster and with more intensity. India worked her fingers in and out of her box, so turned on she was close to her own orgasm. Working his dick with ferocious strokes of her mouth, milking him, she fingered her pussy in rhythm.
Suddenly, Grant let out a primal shout. “India!” He thrust his hips forward, the tip of his cock touching the back of her throat, before he filled her mouth with a warm flood of his salty seed.
India gulped his come, slurping each drop. The sensual act of swallowing his come pushed her to a powerful peak that racked through her body. It took every ounce of control she possessed to keep her lips wrapped around his cock. Only when she was sure she had every bit of his essence did she finally pull her fingers from her wet channel, let go of his dick and get to her feet. Grant was still shaking with his desire.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed India gently on the lips. “Sweetheart, you didn’t have to do that.”
“I know I didn’t, but I wanted to.” She was content to be held within the circle of his steely arms. A thought occurred to her and she lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Do you think Rafe would mind about what just happened? I’m not really sure how this thing is supposed to work between us.”