Jethro's lips left Masha's, trailing down to Grey's neck, while his hands roamed greedily over Grey's body, sliding lower until they brushed against his waistband.
But it was Masha who finally tugged it down.
Grey wanted nothing more than for them to lose themselves in each other, to finally let the years of the unbearable heat between them explode.
He tried to slip away quietly, to give them space, but Masha pulled him back before he could.
And while Jethro's mouth and tongue worshiped Masha's neck, jaw and his chest, Masha's lips found Grey's nipples- licking, sucking, and teasing them with the slight insistent bites.
A low moan escaped Grey without his control, he could smell and feel slick sliding out of him.
Instinctively, his hands reached out, wrapping around both Jethro and Masha's throbbing cocks, they were hot, hard, and alive in his palms, pulsing against him with relentless urgency.
