Throwing the warring parts of my mind in the corner, my t-shirt, jeans, and underwear found a home on the floor, standing nude and semi hard. Grissom stood naked as well, his eyes locked on Natasha as if she was his life line. 'She probably is...' "Warrick..." she began, walking towards me. "Pleasure is what a man chooses." Stopping, she looked at Grissom before continuing. "What is it that you desire?" "I--" I started, looking at Grissom before a snarl brought my attention back. "No! Not him. Do not look at him. What is it that *you* want?" she demanded. My penis began to harden with all the possibilities flashing through my head and I shut my eyes, squeezing them. "I want you..." I whispered and she smiled. "Borjik, care to indulge me? And yourself, of course?" Panic gripped me as she shoved me back onto the bed, the sheets cool, soft, and Grissom moved to stand behind her, planting a kiss on her shoulder. "I won't start till a few minutes in," he warned and the young Russian nodded, climbing onto the bed with me. Hot breath crossed my cock and I hissed, feeling her fingers stray in the curls of my pubic hair. "Slow? Or fast?" she asked, playful expression on her face. 'How can anyone be playful at a time like this is beyond me...' "Slow," I said softly, watching Grissom stroke her backside gently. "As you wish." Tight. Tight and hot. Oh God. I know I cried out, knew it and couldn't stop it as she took the first half of my cock in, massaging it slowly with her tongue. My hips jerked, pushing deeper, my hand running through her hair as she worked me higher, my exclamations of pleasure choking in my throat. Smaller hands were moving up my sides, stroking my skin, intent on pulling the orgasm from my body. Suddenly, the heat of her mouth was gone simply replaced the heat of just her tongue, licking from the base all the way up to the head. Grissom leaned forward and I knew from her gasp he had driven deep inside of her from behind. Natasha groaned in concert with her lover, his hands on her hips that were already slightly bruised. 'Rough sex? Grissom? Naw...' But as he began to piston inside her, I changed my mind, my cock firmly inserted into her mouth, muffling her cries, his rhythm controlling her's and in turn, controlling me. The older man's body collided with her's with a force that I would be afraid to be on the receiving end of but Natasha took every thrust, begging for more as she licked and sucked, my body feeling the familiar stirrings of orgasm on the edges of my thoughts. Inhaling, my hands grabbed more of her thick hair, throat dry, my eyes half open. "Natasha...I'm..." I warned, unsure if a mouth full of semen would make her angry. "She swallows, Warrick; it's ok," Grissom said in a low voice and I felt my last holds on coherent thought snap as I drove deeper into her mouth, shocked as my climax hit me, my focus solely on pleasure as I pumped into her for what seemed like forever. On the fringes of my mind, I could hear Natasha and Grissom reach their end, their panting and sweating bodies falling next to mine. After a few minutes, I felt eyes on me and I sat up slowly, searching, finding Natasha perched on the arm of her couch, smile on her face. "What's so funny?" I asked and the smile got bigger. "You two look good together," she said simply, the shadow of bangs making it hard to see her eyes. Stretching next to me, Grissom rolled over on his stomach, still covered in a slight sheen of sweat. He wasn't as built as I was; never would be, his frame wouldn't allow it, but there was a softness there that hid power. Power I knew Natasha used to her full advantage. "Us?" he inquired and she nodded. "I want you both to trust your instincts," Natasha said softly, voice like a teacher, patient, calm. "I want you to forget the social and go with what you feel. Warrick, what are you thinking right now?" In that instant, Grissom's eyes focused on me and I blinked, feeling naked not only physically but emotionally as well. "How...how good I feel. How Gris's eyes look almost silver...if this is what I want..." I replied and he smiled. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said simply. �I won't do anything you don't want." "I...know...it's just that--" Natasha tisked. "Instinct, Warrick. *Instinct*," she instructed, standing. "If you want to touch Gil...do it. He'll touch you if he wants to and if you allow it." Her hips swayed, dark with new bruises proudly earned but still seductive. "You told me what you want. But you and Gil have known each other for almost a decade. You can talk without words to him. Do you trust Gil?" I nodded, her form stopping just short of my knees, my erection slowly returning. Natasha smiled. "Do you trust yourself?" So simple a question. But...do I?' I thought, frowning a little. 'I...I just...fuck it.' My eyes locked with Grissom and I smirked. "Yes," I said simply and I watched Grissom's eyes change color, from nearly silver to metallic light blue, a question hanging there. His hand moved, hovering above my chest, asking permission and I nodded, skin contacting skin. The palms of his hands were amazingly soft, almost delicate as he trailed down my abs, closer to my erection that stood attentive, forehead cool against my shoulder. Those blue eyes found mine again, questing hand just above my pubic hair and I nodded again, his hand cradling me, my penis pulsing in his strong but gentle grip. The pleasure was intense; so intense I would have closed my eyes were it not for Grissom's gaze almost daring me to look away, hand moving surely. A groan escaped me and I tilted my head, my lips brushing against his almost innocently. 'Soft...is this man a study in contrasts or what?' some part of me thought and I felt him respond slowly, chastely, his hand moving almost lazily. His lips moved from my lips to my jaw line, sweat breaking out on my chest as I reached for his own growing erection before he stopped me. "No..." Grissom breathed into my ear, the heat from it making my skin nearly throb. "This is for you. Just feel..." Soft lips and beard stubble danced around my neck as he squeezed, precum dripping over his fingers. I grabbed his shoulder, the muscle hard, the skin burning, licking my lips, breath getting more shallow. Stroking me firmly, my back arched, my eyes shutting, whispering, "Gris..." his hand on my back, trying to soothe my warring psyche. "Let it happen," he insisted as I felt my muscles tighten, titling my head back. Something inside me snapped and I was falling, falling fast into a world of black and electric blue... Next |