Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“I only took small sips,” I say, pulling my hands away from the men in a fit of pique. “And I can handle a lot more liquor than you’d think.”
I’m sober enough to know that I shouldn’t be trying to convince them that this is okay, but horny enough not to care. I’m lying in bed between two ridiculously hot men, and nothing else seems to matter right now except how good we can make each other feel.
Fighting what my body wants is what seems wrong right now — as well as impossible.
Jordan’s hand is still below my breast, nudging against it. “Are you sure you’re not too drunk, Britt?” he asks.
I level a look at him in the dim light. “Want me to get up and walk a straight line? Should I put my finger on my nose?”
“Her level of sass is up to its usual standards,” he tells Zane in a dry tone.
“And don’t call me Britt. That’s not my name.”
I start to sit up, but Jordan presses me back down, caging me in with his arms on either side of my head. I’m looking up at him from this new angle, where his annoying ways have taken on a potent new dominant energy, and I’m surprised to find out how much I like it.
“You boss us around all day,” he says. “It’s time to turn the tables.”
Another lump forms in my throat; another pulse of wetness dampens my underwear.
He moves his body over me more fully and lowers his hips, pressing his very hard, very large erection into my thigh.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask, extremely excited to anticipate all of the ways he might answer my question.
“Spread your legs,” Jordan says.
That’s a great start.
His eyes burn into mine as I do as I’m told. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight, not until I know you’re sober, but I am going to make you scream.”
I’m disappointed and excited at the same time. Jordan’s been making me want to scream in frustration ever since I met him, but I have a feeling tonight’s going to bring out an entirely different emotion.
He presses down into me again, sliding his erection directly over my pussy before lifting up and repeating the motion.
A few more times and I’ll probably come, even with both of us still wearing our clothes.
I want a cock inside me so badly that I’m aching for it, but I refuse to beg him. I won’t be like one of his groupies. I couldn’t possibly give him that satisfaction, even though satisfaction is exactly what I want from him right now.
“Brittany.” It’s Zane, still beside me, even though I had almost forgotten he was there. Almost. He waits for me to look at him, and as Jordan pushes away from me, giving us space, Zane cups my jaw with a firm grip, keeping my eyes fixed on his. “Are you sure you want this? I don’t want you to regret anything.”
Is Zane going to get involved, too? I mean, he’s right here in the same bed, so I suppose his only two options are to leave us alone or join in, but, wow … now I’m imagining even more exciting possibilities.
“You two both need to stop asking me so many questions and start making me scream,” I say, giving them more of the sass that I’m starting to suspect they secretly love.
Jordan disappears under the covers. He mouths my nipples through my shirt, and then goes lower, pulling my shorts and panties down, temporarily pushing my legs back together so that he can remove the clothing from my lower half. Once I’m bare, he spreads my legs and his tongue dives right into my pussy, making me squeal in surprise.
I’m primed to explode on contact. He barely gets in two more licks, and my head is tipping back on the pillow as my body seizes in a sudden release. I cry out — not a scream though, mind you — and surrender to the sensations. Even as I’m caught up in it all, I’m irritated by the thought that Jordan will use this as bragging rights. It’s probably the fastest he’s ever triggered an orgasm in a woman, but I don’t care. I’m feeling too good to care.
“I think she needed that,” Zane says, chuckling, watching me as I recover.
Jordan resurfaces, pushing the bedding down and out of the way. “Take your shirt off,” he tells me.
I look back at him, wanting to oppose him out of habit, but my bigger priority is feeling their hands and mouths on my breasts, so I sit up, pull off the tank top, and toss it onto the floor.
“I knew your tits were gonna be great,” Jordan mutters, and I’d laugh if I wasn’t so turned on. He moves to sit beside me, bowing his head to take a nipple between his lips.