Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
So I let myself go.
I come.
I come hard.
“That’s it,” he says as he shoves two fingers into me. “Come for me. Fuck, you’re hot.”
His fingertips on my G-spot spur me further into ecstasy, and the prickles begin again in my clit, surge outward like lightning, and then ricochet back to my core, culminating once more in my pussy as I clench around him.
He slides his tongue over me again as I come down from the climax. When I finally allow myself to close my eyes, he removes his fingers and rises. I open my eyes, and his face is in front of mine, his chin and lips glistening.
He leads my hand to the bulge in his pants. “See how much I want you, Sienna?”
“Fucking’s off the table,” I say on a sigh.
“Yeah, and I really wish it weren’t.”
I grab his cheeks and bring him in for a kiss. A long, slow kiss. I taste myself on his tongue and lips, mingled with the red wine and the lemon from the ceviche. Then I push him away. “Our dinners...”
“Right.” He draws in a deep breath and takes his chair opposite me.
I bring my mesh skirt back down and cover my quivering thighs.
Then I place my napkin back over my lap and inhale the spicy aroma of the jerk chicken.
Brett takes a bite of zucchini, chews, and swallows. “I hope that’s a prelude of the things to come this evening.”
“Maybe,” is all I say.
Though I wouldn’t mind a look at his cock. From the feel of his bulge, I can tell he’s massive. Too bad sex is off the table.
But a fourth orgasm might not be.
The chicken and vegetables are delicious, and we don’t talk much as we eat. We both clean our plates, and August returns to clear them.
“Dessert this evening is passion fruit gelato,” he says.
Brett grins. “I’ve already had my dessert, August, and it was sweeter than any fruit I’ve ever tasted.”
August returns his grin. “I understand, sir. Perhaps the lady would care for some?”
“I would, August. Thank you.”
He bows. “I’ll bring it straight away.”
“Are you still hungry?” Brett asks. “That was a feast.”
I give him a sly smile. “Oh, I’m hungry, all right. And I have plans for that gelato that I think you’ll love.”
EPISODE 51
A WONDERFUL EVENING
Ariel
Will he do it?
Will Alex Maxwell fuck me?
His hazel eyes are smoldering as he licks my pussy juice from his lips. And his stubble... It felt so good as he licked me, made me go silly so quickly with an orgasm that sent me to the freaking moon. He’s still between my legs, and he makes no move to come forward, no move to remove my skirt from around my waist, no move to take off his own clothes.
That’s okay. I can handle slow. I like slow. It’s a far cry from the wham-bam of some of the guys at home. Alex’s eyes are so beautiful. Earlier they reminded me of kudzu in the fall, but now, they’re more like the sun streaming through a thick forest, where the green of the leaves and brown of the bark mingle together to make one perfect hue.
I came so fast for him. Faster than with Brett. I don’t think I’ve ever climaxed quite so quickly, and my pussy is aching with emptiness. There’s a void between my legs, and I want so badly for Alex to fill it.
But all he does is stare at me, a serene look of contemplation on his handsome face.
Should I tell him again? Tell him I want him to fuck me?
“I know you didn’t fuck Brett last night,” he finally says.
I wrinkle my forehead but say nothing. Of course he knows. These four guys are best friends. It only makes sense that they would talk about us. They need to know who likes who so they don’t step on each other’s toes.
I desperately wanted Brett to take me last night. He’s the one who refused.
Does Alex know that?
“Did you want to?” he asks. “Did you want to go farther with Brett last night?”
Again, I say nothing. Is it any of his business?
“I’m sorry,” he says, closing my legs and crawling forward to lie next to me on the bed. “You don’t have to answer that.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“Because I already know the answer.”
“Brett told you.”
He pushes my hair off my forehead. “He didn’t, actually.”
I sigh. “We’re not going to do this, are we?”
He kisses my lips, and I taste my own musk on him.
“No, Ariel,” he says. “We’re not.”
I open my mouth to speak, but he touches his fingers to my lips to stop me.
“It’s not because I don’t want to.” He grabs my hand and leads it to the massive bulge in his jeans. “Pretty good evidence of what you do to me. In fact, I’d love nothing more than to spend the entire night making love to you right here on your bed.”