Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
He squirts lube onto his palm and coats his cock in lazy strokes, his gaze still on Eli eating me out. More lube on Eli’s ass, and Abel’s hand dips down. From the sound Eli makes, Abel just pushed a finger or two into his ass. I can’t see properly from my position.
And then Abel moves, fisting his cock and working into Eli’s ass in slow little thrusts. He’s watching so closely, I can’t shake the impression that he’s waiting for Eli to be proven a liar. For him to flinch or make a pained sound. I could have told him it wouldn’t happen, but Eli’s reaction speaks for itself.
He moans against my pussy and arches back, the curve of his spine achingly beautiful. It looks like he’s offering his ass up to Abel, which is exactly what he’s doing. It’s so sexy, I can barely stand it, and just like that, I’m hovering on the edge of orgasm again. “Eli,” I gasp.
“Not yet.” He gentles his kisses, avoiding my clit as Abel works his cock farther into Eli’s ass.
It doesn’t take long before he’s seated to the hilt. Abel’s broad chest moves with every ragged breath, and sweat beads against his skin. I can see him shaking from restraint, or maybe I’m the one shaking because I need to come. I need it now, and Eli is playing with me. Each exhale sobs from my lips, but he doesn’t seem to give a shit. I hate edging, and I love it, and I both want him to never stop and need him to end it now.
Abel gives a few slow pumps and then reaches around Eli’s hip. From the way Eli jerks, Abel just wrapped his fist around his cock. My suspicion is confirmed by the fierce grin on Abel’s face. “Seems like your mouth isn’t doing the job, friend.”
Eli presses his forehead to my stomach. He’s breathing just as hard as we are. “Can’t promise I won’t come the second I get inside Harlow. Your cock feels good, Abel. Too fucking good.”
“Mmm.” Abel’s muscles tense in another slow thrust. “Hold out until she comes.”
I shove my sweaty hair off my forehead with a shaking hand. “Do I get a say in this?”
“Do you want Eli’s cock, sweetheart?” Abel’s big hands grip Eli’s hips. “Do you want him to fill you up while I fuck his ass?”
Desire nearly shoves me over the edge all on its own. I have to take two ragged breaths before I can form an answer. “Yes.”
“Thought so.” He keeps up that slow thrusting. “You feel too good to stop fucking, Eli. Figure it out.”
I barely have a chance to register the words when Eli rears up and grabs my hips. He drags me down the mattress, wedging one arm beneath the small of my back and lifting me up in a practiced move that has his cock pressing against my entrance. He shoves into me, drawing a little shriek from my lips. “Oh fuck, that feels good.”
And then Abel plants his fists on either side of our hips, sinking deeper into Eli, which causes Eli to sink deeper into me, and it feels even better. Eli curses against my throat. “If you don’t stop—”
“Not until she comes,” Abel repeats.
He was just playing around before, testing Eli’s ability to take him entirely. He’s not playing around now. His face takes on an expression of utter concentration, and then he starts fucking Eli in earnest. Long, rough strokes that have Eli’s whole body rocking against mine. It creates a grinding kind of fuck that has me biting back a moan. Their combined weight keeps my hips pinned to the mattress, and not being able to do more than take it makes the whole thing hotter.
We don’t speak. There’s no need for words. The only sounds in the room are our harshly commingled breathing and the wet, slick sounds of the best kind of sex.
My orgasm catches me by surprise. One moment I’m kissing Eli’s shoulder, his neck, his jaw, and the next, my entire body clenches and pleasure nearly makes me black out. I think I scream, the sound muffled against Eli’s skin.
He curses, and then his hands are on my ass, moving us as much as he’s able to in our current position. With a muffled grunt, he follows me over the edge, and I swear I can feel him fill me up with his come.
Abel simply keeps fucking him. Each rough stroke has us shifting against each other and draws out the pleasure until it’s nearly unbearable. My muscles are liquid. It’s all I can do to cling to Eli through it. And then Abel’s fingers lace through mine on both of Eli’s shoulders, and his thrusts lose their rhythm. He extracts one hand in time to pull out and come across Eli’s back, and then he slumps down next to us, his fingers still tangled with mine.