If you want it. Take it. (E.D-G.D)
Warnings: Explicit SMUT people's. Threesome cos it's my fav thing to write.
Note: sorry for inactivity , I have exams this year and revision is crazy!
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You'd always been friendly with Grayson Dolan. And why wouldn't you be? Pretty much everybody was friendly with Grayson; he was just a nice guy.
Then one day, all of a sudden, Grayson changed: his hair, piercings, and his whole attitude. Suddenly, Grayson was not such a nice guy.
He wasn't bad though, not mean or malicious. But he was arrogant, and way WAY hotter.
Instead of being friendly with you, Grayson began flirting with you, teasing you, making sexual comments.
And, as it turned out, the not-so-nice Grayson really did it for you, and you quickly fell into a casual fuck buddy arrangement.
So that basically explains why you're currently sprawled naked on Grayson's large hotel room bed, with his head burried between your thighs. Not that you're complaining, at all.
Not until, out of nowhere, there’s knock at the door.
You roll your eyes, groaning at the loss of contact as Grayson sits up, using the back of his hand to wipe off his mouth, smirking at you.
"You order room service?"
But he only grins, "Something like that," and before you can even reply, he calls out, "Come in!"
You barely have enough time to react as the door swings open, and you quickly pull your shirt as far down as you can, so it covers your thighs. Looking up, you're more than embarrassed when his twin brother Ethan walks in.
He isn't that stupid not to notice what's going on, what with your face flushed, scantily clad in only a tee, nipples obviously effect under the thin material, and his brother sitting ever so close to you.
You see Ethans eyes go wide as he looks between you and Gray.
Grayson seems unfazed however and greets his brother, "Hey E."
He was calm. WAY too calm for someone sitting there with an erection painfully hard in his jeans, in front of his own brother.
"God Gray! You could've at least told me if you were..." Ethans face burns red, always the more reserved of the twins, yet he doesn't take his gaze off of you, adams Apple bobbing up and down as he takes in the sight of you greedily. "I mean, if you've got company I can just..."
You can't help but bite your lip, it's not. The way he can't stop staring at you. Also weird. Highly weird that his twin brother is just stood there. But still hot.
"Nah it's good E, you can stay," Grayson stands up, running a large hand through his bleached hair. "We're brothers, we share everything."
You notice Ethan hesitate, but still licks his lips nervously.
Gray raises a brow, "Plus you haven't been laid in forever. It makes you act like a hormonal teen."
Leaning back, you cross your arms over your chest, looking into Ethans caramel eyes. Sure, he was cute. I mean, they're twins, duh.
But something about Ethan had always turned you on, you were intrigued by him. And hell, you weren't gonna turn down the chance for a threesome.
"She's hot, right?" Grayson teases, running his hand along your thigh, leaving fireworks behind. Ethans gaze follows his brothers hand. "You wanna taste her? She's as sweet as she looks."
Ethan is silent, but he moves a few steps towards the bed, unzipping his hoodie and slipping it off, letting it fall to the floor. He doesn’t take off any of his other clothes, but gives you a searching, questioning look, and (ever the gentleman) asks, "Is this okay? Can I-?"
You cut him off, biting your bottom lip, "Please."
You were already so frustrated from being stopped midway through Gray eating you out, you had to admit you were desperate for Ethans touch.
He nods back, taking a deep breath, then climbs onto the bed. He settles on his stomach, positioned between your legs, nudging them apart slightly, and pushing your tee up to reveal your wet core.
Glancing over at Gray, you notice he's watching intently, eyes alight with desire. So he likes to watch?
It doesn't matter however, not when Ethans hands are moving up the inside of your thighs in a frustratingly gentle caress.
You buck your hips, letting out a soft whimper in desperation, and he responds by slaying his fingertips out across your flesh.
You’re already wide open, but his thumbs stroke down over your outer lips, exposing you even more, and for a long minute he only stares at you, inhaling deeply.
But then he finally leans in, his tongue tracing unhurried circles over your clit, around and then lower, dipping inside you, briefly fucking in and out, and you can’t stop yourself from whining, desperate for more.
You can feel his breath, warm on your skin and then he begins to lick you in earnest, the pressure of his tongue just right as it flicks over your clit, exactly where you need it. He’s possibly not, you think, as technically skilled as his younger brother, but he’s enthusiastic enough that it more than makes up for it.
You feel the mattress dip beside you, and then Grayson's hands are on your breasts, sliding over them, fingers pinching at your nipples, hard enough to make you whimper, the sound deepening into a moan as E pushes two fingers inside you.
Gray lies down sideways next to you, still stroking your breasts and kissing you, hot and messy, his mouth open against yours. “Is he good?” he asks, and you nod fervently in reply.
“Better than me?” You roll your eyes slightly, shaking you head even as you gasp. He laughs, low in his throat, and says, “Why don’t you show E how much you like this?”
You close your eyes, biting your bottom lip, one hand in Ethans hair, the other in Grays, grinding up onto E's face as you pull Grayson in for another kiss, panting hot into his mouth. Your hips jerk up as your orgasm washes over you, waves of pleasure that leave you breathless and spent.
When you finally open your eyes, Ethan is staring up at you, his mouth slightly open, like wet, eyes dark with desire and you smile down at him.
Grayson looks back and forth at both of you, and then kneels up, lazily pulling on his cock. “Kiss her now,” he says to Ethan. “She likes that."
And he does, sitting up and pulling you gently into him by your chin, lips crashing together in a hot, needy kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips, kissing you deeply.
Ethan involuntarily rubs himself up against your thigh, the length of his still-clothed erection promisingly hard, and you pull back for a second, looking over at Grayson, who nods at you, understanding. “You want to fuck her, E?” he asks.
"Fuck yeah," Ethan answers, his voice gravelly with desire.
Grayson nods, "Then do it. Oh, and she likes it hard."
So Ethan stands up, quickly undressing himself, tossing his clothes aside as both you and Gray watch him. He turns to face the pair of you, cock jutting out in front of him, hard and leaking at the tip and big enough that you instantly feel empty, desperate to be filled by him.
There’s a box of condoms ready on the nightstand by the bed, and Gray grabs it, passing one over to his brother, who bites open the corner, taking it out and rolling down over his cock.
Wow. That was somehow instantly turning you on even more.
You can see him take a deep breath as he walks towards the bed, and there’s not a moment of hesitation in his movements as he settles his body down over yours. He holds your gaze, staring straight into your eyes as he grips himself, slowly entering you, sliding in until he’s fully seated inside, and you’re not sure you can breathe.
He kisses you, still for a moment, then pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in, again and again, his tempo increasing with every thrust. “That’s it,” Grayson encourages his brother. “Harder.”
And Ethan obeys, fucking you with enough force you have to cling to him, try to hold on.
You run your hands down his spine, nails scratching, feeling the play of the muscles in his back as his hips drive into you, and you’re close, you know, but you make yourself hold off, waiting. But E is already there, having been less experienced than Grayson, head thrown back above you as he comes, thrusting into you one last time.
He collapses down on top of you, breathing heavily, but his brother is already shoving him out of the way, muttering, “Move,” impatiently.
Ethan rolls off to one side, and Gray is on top of you before you can even take a breath, cock pushing roughly inside you.
He bites off a moan, chuckling darkly to himself, saying, “What a little slut, already had my brother, but still greedy for more cock?”
And god, he’s such an asshole, but it’s so fucking hot you don’t even care, hearing yourself make embarrassingly needy noises as he starts to fuck you. He takes hold of your wrists, hard enough to bruise, you can tell, pinning your arms over your head, keeping you firmly in place.
You look over at Ethans, who’s lying beside you, his expression guarded yet fascinated as he watches, but Gray grabs your jaw, sharply turning your face back to him.
“Eyes on me,” he orders, and just the words are enough, because you can feel yourself coming again, clenching tight around Grayson's cock, even more intense this time, sparking through you over and over until it passes.
And it’s almost too much as Gray continues to fuck you, but it’s all the better for it, so over-sensitized it’s like your entire body is raw, trapped somewhere between pleasure and pain, but finally he grimaces, hissing out something unintelligible as he comes, teeth gritted.
After a few moments, he releases you, and then kneels up, staring down at you before climbing off the bed. You can hear him on the other side of the room, and he returns with a bottle of water, helping you to sit up, handing you the bottle, which you take with trembling hands, drinking a few soothing sips.
Ethan observes silently for a minute, then stands, walking over to pick up his clothes, pulling on his underwear and jeans and then carefully sitting down on the corner of the bed.
“You good?” Grayson asks you, and you nod in reply, feeling like you’re back in your body, grounded once more in reality. “Well,” he says, casual, “then you should probably go. Ethan and I need to film.”
You shrug, not offended, because you’ve gotten exactly what you needed and more. They both watch you as you dress, and when you’re done, you stand there, looking back and forth between them. Finally you walk over, giving Grayson a brief, tender kiss on the mouth, thumb stroking across his cheekbone. He doesn’t smile at you when you pull back, but the corner of his mouth quirks up just slightly, and that’s close enough.
Ethan is still sitting on the bed, and you lean down to kiss him, tongue licking over his lips until they part, opening up to you, and you take your time, languid and full. When you stop, straightening up, he gives you a puzzled little smirk, but you don’t say anything. Let him wonder, you think. Better that way.
You head for the door, turning one last time, holding up a hand and saying, “See you, guys,” not waiting for any reply as you leave.
The door clicks shut behind you, and you head off down the hallway, humming softly to yourself.
