Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Of course, you’d want to go first. You want to feel that pussy while it’s tight, not stretched out.”
“Fuck.” The look of disgust Finn shoots Jack should whither him on the spot, but Jack smiles.
“I intend to, and so do you.”
I’m about to respond when Skye appears in the doorway, dressed only in a shirt with its buttons mostly undone. She doesn’t say a word but stares at each of us one by one before turning back and disappearing down the hall. My eyes meet Jack’s, giving away my surprise. This girl isn’t the nervous innocent I imagined. Maybe we won’t need to break her in as much as I thought.
I’m the first to stride to Skye’s designated room. The first to find her lying on the bed with her legs open and her hands by her sides. The shirt has fallen open, revealing white cotton panties and an upside-down V of pale skin across her belly, which glows in the soft light cast by the lamp on the nightstand.
Her eyes are fixed on the ceiling, her face impassive as she waits.
This isn’t what I wanted. This isn’t what any of us want. Maybe she’s used to being used like a blow-up doll, or maybe she’s clever in playing us at our own game.
Whatever the reason, the fantasy I constructed in my head is out of the window. I need to rethink what to do.
With Finn and Jack at my back, growing impatient now they’re so close, I take a step forward, unbuttoning my shirt. Just the sight of her partially uncovered body has me burning with a fever. I toe off my work boots as I toss my discarded shirt onto the wooden chair Jack made last fall. I unhook my belt with one hand and pull it from the belt loops in a smooth movement. The loud whooshing sound makes Skye jump. My jeans drop to the floor, and I step out of them as I reach the bed. Skye doesn’t look at me standing before her in just my black boxer briefs. She doesn’t see the ink that covers my chest or the hunger in my eyes. She doesn’t witness the flex of my hands at my sides as I decide what to do.
Disappointment swamps me, and it’s backed up by something blacker and thicker. Bubbling resentment that even with all the planning and careful choosing, this isn’t going to be what I need.
Well, maybe not tonight.
She’s still and resigned, as though she knows she’s not going to get anything from the physical process of sex and will just close her eyes and endure.
So, maybe the key to unlocking her is proving her wrong. I drop to my knees, grabbing her legs and hauling her ass to the edge of the bed. The rough action ruffles the blanket I spread over the sheets to keep her warm. Skye gasps but doesn’t resist when I press my hot mouth over her panties and suck on her pussy. Even through the fabric, she smells warm and sweet, and something trips my brain like a switch being flicked. The possessive feeling ratchets up one hundred percent, and my fingers force her panties to the side, baring her tender pink flesh to me.
Skye doesn’t resist when I slide my tongue from her sweet little opening to the bud of her clit. She doesn’t whimper or move when I lap at her like the hungry dog I am. It’s not until I push a thick finger inside her that she makes a sound. It’s soft and breathy, and my cock kicks in response.
“That’s it.” Jack’s low, growling voice cuts through the silence like the first rumble of a chainsaw. “That’s it. Fuck that sweet pussy with your fingers.”
Finn, who has undressed next to me, kneels on the bed and reaches out to touch Skye’s hair. She closes her eyes, effectively shutting him out, and in response, I use the rough pad of my thumb to torture her sensitive flesh and shove two more fingers inside her, stretching her wide.
When her pussy clamps down on my fingers like a vice, I’m momentarily confused, but then the ripples start, and I know. She came with barely any effort, and the realization makes me crazy.
She’s clean and on birth control. That was part of the contract. We were tested, too, so there’s no need for condoms. All I have to do is shove down my underwear and climb between her slack thighs. When I loom over her, her eyes open, and their forest green shade feels as familiar as the trees outside my bedroom window. She blinks fast, as though her orgasm took her somewhere far away, and she’s surprised to return to this unfamiliar place with us. I pull her underwear over her long, slim legs and take her hands in mine, forcing them to the bed next to her head. My cock notches at her entrance, and I hesitate, not because I don’t want this, but because there is only ever going to be this one first time, and I want to prolong it.