Gifted To His Dad: Chapter 11

“See you in the morning, you two.” Griffin calls it a night and disappears into his room as Cole follows me into ours.

Mortification rolls through me after what just happened. Did I really let Cole get me off in front of Griffin? Could he tell what was happening? Who am I kidding? Of course he could. At least the water was dark enough he couldn’t actually see Cole’s hand. I grip my towel to cover my face.

I can’t believe I did that.

I can’t believe Cole was okay with that. Not only okay with it but actively encouraged it.

I meet his gaze, worried about what I’ll see there, but he just gives me a lopsided grin and tries to follow me into the bathroom.

“Oh no you don’t.” I quickly shut the door between us. “Go shower somewhere else.”

He laughs low in his throat. “Fine. I’ll use Griffin’s. Take your time.”

Grateful my hair isn’t too wet, I clean off with soap that smells like Cole. The memory of their hands on me, how each of them gripped my body, takes control of my brain. Even now, I can feel heat growing between my thighs. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I can’t control myself as I slide my fingers over my core and pinch my nipple. It feels fantastic, but not enough. I need more, and I need it now.

I get out of the shower, grabbing the white, fluffy robe. Quietly as possible, I sneak through the hall into the living area, spotting Cole sitting at the table. I scan the area.

“Fuck. Have I ever told you how lucky I am that you’re my girl?” His eyes are dark as he runs his hands up the back of my legs, sending shivers along their path.

I grip his hair and tug his head back. “Take me to bed.”

Cole groans, lifting from his seat, and swoops me onto the table and stands between my thighs.

My eyes go wide, and I shake my head. “What are you doing? We can’t do this here.”

“Sure we can. We’re alone.” His mouth descends on mine, taking away the last of my rational thoughts, and he kisses me until my lungs burn and I turn to Jell-O at his touch.

He leans back, biting his lower lip as he touches the robe belt and slowly undoes it. “Do I get to unwrap my present now?”

I’m practically vibrating as his mouth follows the path. He licks down my neck, nipping at my collarbone before descending to my chest, sucking the nipple hard until I arch into his mouth, gasping. He has control of every one of my senses, and I don’t want it back. His lips travel down my stomach, stopping to swirl his tongue around my navel before he rocks back on his heels and looks at me, laid out naked in front of him.

Cole’s hands slide down my thighs, separating them further apart, leaving me completely exposed. I try to close them, but he lowers, running his tongue along my clit. My moan breaks free at his touch, and he does it again. I’m lost to him, not caring what happens next, just needing more of what he’s offering.

I grip his hair, pushing him into me.

He chuckles, licking up my seam before sliding two fingers into my core, stretching me around them.

The back of my head pushes into the table as he moves them in and out. There’s a noise at the end of the room that catches my attention.

I jerk, spotting Griffin at the door. He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of low-slung jogging pants. My heart slams against my rib cage with each second he lingers. I swallow hard when instead of leaving, he takes a step forward. My mind’s rebelling against me. I know I should be embarrassed, mortified. I know I should scream at Griffin to leave. To cover myself up.

A frantic sound escapes my throat as my pulse rushes in my ears. Nothing about what’s happening makes sense.

Cole’s firm grip holds me in place and draws my attention back to him. He kisses my knee, and a calmness settles over me as he anchors me in this moment. As long as he’s looking at me like that, with soft, hooded eyes and a warm smile, I know everything will be okay.

He presses his lips to my skin, then bites the spot gently as he resumes the seductive pace of his fingers, stroking in and out.

“Do you want Griffin to see how pretty your pussy is when it’s wet like this? How it turns a deep pink and your clit swells when you’re turned on?” Cole runs his thumb over my clit, meeting my gaze. “Look how he’s watching us, how badly he wants to see you.”

Griffin’s eyes are hooded, muscles strained as he trails his tongue over his bottom lip. He looks like an animal ready to devour me.

Heat floods me, and my back arches against the table. The way both men are watching me is almost more than I can take.

My pussy pulses, and Cole kisses my knee again. “Do you want him to see?”

I nod, breath caught in my throat, and watch as Griffin comes around the table, muscle ticking in his jaw as Cole spreads my legs wider.

Embarrassment courses through me, and I cover my face, but it doesn’t stop the sound of Cole’s soaked fingers entering me from reaching my ears.

“Don’t hide. I want to see every single reaction as Cole touches you. While he makes you feel good. Can you do that for me, Baby Girl?” Thick fingers wrap around my wrist and slowly uncover my eyes.

“Such a good girl,” Griffin tells me, voice low and gravelly, before gazing down to where Cole spreads my legs further as he kisses his way down to my pussy.

We all groan when he licks a path through my slit, lifting my hips higher so he can thrust his tongue into my core.

Griffin grips his cock through his jogging pants, and I desperately want to see it. I glimpsed it when I accidentally walked into his room, and I need to know if it’s as big as I remember.

“You want to taste her, don’t you?” Cole asks, running his tongue over my clit.

“Fuck,” Griffin moans.

“What about you, Eve? Do you want him to taste you?” Cole looks so turned on it makes me want to let go and just chase the pleasure. “We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. But don’t worry about me.” He bites the inside of my thigh. “This is hot as fuck.”

There’s no jealousy, only lust in his voice. It feels like permission. Acceptance. For the first time in my life, I can have everything that I want.

He thrusts his fingers back inside and curls them, hitting that sensitive spot. “I’ll ask again. Do you want him to taste you?”

I nod, craving it.

Cole shakes his head. “This time, I need you to use your words.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I want him to…taste me,” I beg.

Griffin growls, and they switch places so he’s between my thighs, his hot breath against my core. He’s more aggressive when he takes me, mouth devouring every inch, humming as he licks a path up my seam. “You taste so good. I could drown in you.”

I gasp when his tongue buries inside me, filling me over and over before he replaces it with his fingers. My brain goes fuzzy as my nerves come alive at his touch. His palm is rough on my thigh as he holds me open, devouring me thoroughly until I’m calling out his name and begging him for something I can’t even understand. The only rational thought I have is that I need more. More of him. More of them.

Griffin flattens his tongue against my clit before sucking on it as his fingers curl, pressing that deep, sensitive spot within me. Any last thought I’d been holding on to shatters under what this man is doing to me.

I wrap my trembling legs around his back, no longer able to hold them up on my own. Tension builds as shivers travel through my body, coiling as Griffin drives me higher and higher until it feels like I can touch the sky before he drops me down and lets my orgasm suck me under.

I’m shaking as my orgasm pulses through me for what feels like minutes instead of moments.

The back of my head drops to the table as I struggle to inhale.

Griffin wipes his face, then sucks his fingers into his mouth, moaning around them.

It’s so hot that it goes against the laws of physics—even after that mind-bending orgasm, my body craves more.

Griffin steps away, letting Cole replace him between my thighs.

My boyfriend’s clear green eyes stare down at me with lust as he runs the tip of his cock along my entrance. “You are soaked for us. So ready to take my cock.”

He slowly fills me until he bottoms out.

Griffin grips my thigh, pulling it wider, and looks down to where his stepson and I are connected. “You take him so well, Baby Girl.”

The veins in Griffin’s forearm stand out. How can someone’s forearm be so hot?

He pushes down his pants and fists the tip of his cock. His thighs flex as he strokes himself faster, the tip growing wet with precum. My heart’s racing in my chest, a heavy lust rushing through my veins, heading straight to my core. It practically begs me to touch it. He’s staring at me with dark eyes, not looking away as he fucks his hand.

I dig my nails into Cole’s hands, where they grip my hips as he thrusts harder into me, leading me closer and closer to the edge.

“Your pussy’s clenching around me,” Cole grunts, slamming into me, his hot gaze on mine. “Come for us, Eve.”

With his words, I’m coming again. This time, it’s all-consuming. Like it’s being ripped through me, body and soul, as my release takes over me.

“That’s it. Come for us,” Cole says, filling me with spurts of hot liquid.

Griffin collapses, his head landing on my knee moments after he covers my chest with his cum.

“Fuck, Baby Girl. How are you so perfect?”

Cole disappears into the kitchen while I’m still trying to catch my breath. I’m too tired to examine what just happened.

Instead, I let the warm, tingling feeling fill my heavy limbs.

Griffin’s tracing small, calming circles as he brushes my hair back, helping me calm enough to catch my breath.

Cole returns with a wet washcloth and cleans me in gentle strokes, taking extra care around my sensitive clit. My blinks slow as sleep takes me over, the events of today exhausting me.

I’ll think about all this tomorrow. For tonight, I lean on Cole as he lifts me into his arms and brings me to our room, lowering me to the bed. He ditches the rest of his clothes, climbing into bed beside me and tugging me close in his arms.

He kisses my temple, pushing my hair behind my ear. “I love you so fucking much.”

His words swirl around my heart, filling it until it feels like it’ll burst. After so long of feeling unlovable, this man has worked his way through my broken chest and put it back together, piece by piece.

Tears pool at the corner of my eyes, and my voice wavers.

“I love you too.”