Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Alyssa startles when I say the word “menage” and shifts to look at me, her brown eyes wide. I smile internally as she fidgets a bit, biting her lip. I won’t make this easy on her, so if she wants to talk about last night, she’ll have to bring it up.
Finally, Alyssa says, “Liam, honey …”
I turn and look at her expectantly. “Yeah sweetheart?”
She bites her lip, making her pink pout even more plush. It drives me crazy when she does that, but I don’t think she’s trying to be sexy right now at all. Instead, it’s nerves getting to her, and she wrings her hands in the cutest gesture.
“What do you remember about last night?” she finally asks.
I laugh. “Why, what about last night?”
Alyssa squirms and goes silent for more than a minute, and to be honest, I almost feel bad for her.
“We were both pretty drunk, that’s all,” she begins hesitantly. “You do remember that, right?”
I pretend to think.
“Yeah, I definitely had a little too much bourbon. Maybe less next time.”
Alyssa nods hesitantly. “Yes, but aside from the drinking, it was really fun, right? Especially all the way up to the end.”
She looks at me, still studying to see if I know what she’s talking about. Does she really think I don’t remember what happened? Honestly, I was wide awake and maybe not totally sober, but sober enough. I remember every second of that delicious double penetration where Bart and I shared my girlfriend’s curvy body.
Meanwhile, Alyssa stares at me hard.
“You’re making this harder than it needs to me.”
I grin.
“Just ask what you want to ask.”
She takes a deep breath and musters her courage before fixing me with a look. “Do you remember us … well, having sex with Bart?” Her voice drops to a whisper on the word “sex” and I laugh aloud.
“Yes, I remember it. Every second, sweetheart because it was amazing and I’ve already alluded to the menage. So I’m not sure why you’re so hesitant to bring it up. You rode Bart’s cock with your ass while swallowing up my cock with your pussy.”
Her jaw drops. “Oh my God, you don’t have to say it like that!”
I pretend surprise.
“Like what?”
She giggles while blushing.
“Well, crude like that! You know, with the riding and the ass and all that.”
I grin devilishly.
“Well, it’s the truth, honey. You did do all that and more. But are you feeling sore now? You looked like you were limping a bit when we went to brunch and I saw you wince when you sat down.”
Alyssa’s eyes go wide.
“Oh my God, you noticed? Did my dad notice too?”
I roll my eyes.
“No, Cyrus didn’t notice and the only way I knew was because I knew what you were up to last night. No need to worry, sweetheart. Besides, you still have come caked on your inner thighs,” I say while running a hand up one creamy thigh. “I can feel it and I could even smell it a little at brunch.”
She swats my hand away.
“Oh my God, that’s so dirty and it’s your fault because you hogged the shower this morning!”
I growl, my eyes going a hungry, iridescent blue.
“You’re right, it is my fault,” I say, leaning over to kiss her. “It’s my fault every little bit, and I take full responsibility for spilling onto you and into you over and over again last night.”
Alyssa melts for a moment, but then she pushes me away and looks me in the eye.
“But we have to talk, Liam, because all of that happened out of nowhere! Or at least I thought it did, but you didn’t seem so surprised. Did you want Bart to be there last night? Did you guys plan this?”
I pull away then, my expression serious.
“No, sweetheart. It wasn’t planned at all.”
She shoots me a meaningful look. “Okay, but why did Bart show up in the bedroom last night then?”
I shoot her a droll look.
“Maybe because we were in his bed, in his apartment, and it was during his party?”
She frowns at me, still not convinced.
“So it all happened by chance? You guys didn’t talk about it in advance?”
I nod.
“We didn’t. I mean, I won’t lie. He’s mentioned several times how gorgeous you are, and how he’d love to meet a woman like you. And I admit that I wasn’t exactly discouraging either. I didn’t explicitly say that you were available or anything, but I didn’t beat him off with a stick either.”
Alyssa fixes me with a look.
“So what did you say exactly?”
I pretend innocence.
“When?”
She huffs in exasperation.
“When Bart said I was pretty and all that!”
I shrug, thinking back.
“I replied that yes, you are absolutely gorgeous, and that yes, I’m lucky to have you as my girlfriend. Then I’d mention something about how we’ve talked a bit about threesomes with another man…”
“But we haven’t!” she splutters.