Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
This is all just so easy. It’s easy with Zara, and I know we all feel it. The three of us have talked a bit, and we keep looking for a reason why this is a bad idea, or for signs of jealousy. But there isn’t any real reasons, and we just can’t seem to find any jealousy inside about this situation. None at all. Maybe because we’re all such good friends, and Zara doesn’t feel like something that’s going to divide us, she’s something that brings us even closer.
Zara grins, her head bobbing slightly to the music playing in the background as she glances at each of us one at a time, her eyes sparking with fire.
“We should play a game,” Griff finally says, breaking the easy silence.
“Yeah?” Zara grins. “Like what?”
He shrugs. “Ever played Never Have I Ever?”
I chuckle. Every teenager has played it. The idea is, you go around saying something you’ve “never ever done.” If someone has, they drink, or whatever the penalty is. It basically always goes sexual in about eight seconds.
Zara giggles. “Yeah, but we aren’t drinking.”
I wag my brows. “How about a strip version? Instead of taking a drink if you have, you take a piece of clothing off.”
She snorts. “Yeah, no way,” she laughs. “You guys are going to say shit like ‘never have I ever had boobs’, or ‘never had a period’ or something, and I’ll be naked in no time.”
“Great!” Anders claps his hands together. “So, should we start?”
Zara giggles as he grins right at her.
“Trying to get me naked?”
His playful look slowly hardens to something hungrier, and suddenly, I can feel the heat of the room spike a little higher.
“Yes,” Anders growls.
Zara blushes, shivering as she rakes her teeth over her bottom lip.
“You just have to ask you know,” she says quietly.
Fuck.
The heat of the room burns hotter as the three of us glance at each other, feeling the tension mounting and the need to just devour her melting over all of us.
My eyes finally catch hers, and when her gaze sticks, the heat blazes between us.
“Take your clothes off.”
I growl the words, my pulse roaring in my ears and my cock throbbing between my thighs.
Zara swallows, panting, her eyes wild. And slowly, she stands. My cock is so fucking hard as she keeps her eyes locked on mine and reaches down to grab ahold of her t-shirt. She tugs it off, letting it pull her long blonde hair with it before she tosses it onto the couch. Her eyes are unblinking as she unbuttons her skin-tight jeans and peels them down, and all three of us groan at the sight of the lacy white thong she’s wearing underneath. She kicks the jeans away, and then it’s her matching bra that falls to the floor.
She turns, glancing at me over her shoulder with this fierce, sultry look on her face. Her fingers slip into the waist of her panties, and slowly, she peels them down. The tiny strip of lace slips over her tight little ass and from between her legs, and when I see the gusset of them stick for a moment against her wet pussy, I growl audibly as it peels away.
Zara stands and turns back, shivering heatedly as all three of us just devour her with our eyes.
“Okay, your turn,” she tosses right back at me, a mischievous look on her face, even as she’s blushing bright pink at her own brazenness at being totally naked in front of all of us.
“Me?” I mime mock shock as I open my mouth wide.
“Yeah,” she sasses back, grinning. “You. Take ‘em off.”
“Well maybe I’m not just not that kind of girl, Zara.”
She rolls her eyes, laughing.
“Naked, now.”
“Yes ma’am,” I growl with a grin. I stand, yanking my shirt off, unbuttoning my jeans, and sliding them off. I drop my boxers, grinning at the way her cheeky little sassy look fades her mouth opens a little as her eyes drop to my thick cock. I settle back onto the chair, my throbbing hard cock pulsing against my abs. I look up, and when our eyes meet, I know we’re done with any sort of pretense.
“C’mere,” I growl, beckoning her with one finger. She swallows, shivering as she slowly slides to the floor. I groan as she crawls towards me.
“What else?” she whispers quietly.
“What else what?”
“I—” she blushes.
“You liked when I told you to take your clothes off.”
She bites her lip, nodding as she blushes. My pulse spikes, and my cock aches as I groan quietly. I glance at Anders and Griff, seeing the lust on their faces as they eye Zara, naked and sitting on her knees between my thighs.
“Open your mouth,” I growl.
Zara moans quietly, and she does, parting those pouty lips as she looks up at me with big dark eyes.