Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Anyone could come up those stairs and see us,” Matt whispered in my ear. “There’s not a damn thing you could do about it.”
I squeezed my eyes shut tight, imagining right along with his words.
“And I wouldn’t stop,” he warned. “I would keep you like this. Exposed. I would make you come in front of whoever it was. They would see you at your most vulnerable, at your most private moment. They would see your pussy clenching and dripping. They would know exactly what was happening to your body as you were helpless to control yourself.”
I opened my eyes, and there he was. The stranger stopped still, halfway down the steps, frozen at the sight of my naked body writhing as I approached my climax.
He was tall and lean, with tousled, sandy blonde hair and a surfer’s tan. He wore the polo and shorts some of the resort staff wore, and his square jaw dropped in such shock that I was almost convinced that an actual hotel employee blundered into our sex plan.
“Like what you see?” Matt called down, and the man nodded, transfixed. “You can watch and jerk off, if you want.”
I was too close to coming to care if the stranger was Matt’s friend or not.
“I’m sure you have a good view,” Matt went on. “Maybe you can even hear how wet her pussy is from all the way down there. Can you?”
The stranger wet his lips but shook his head.
“Then come closer.” Matt pushed two fingers into me and pumped them to make an embarrassing, exaggerated squelching sound.
The stranger walked up the steps as if in a trance, unzipping his pants to take out a gorgeous, semihard cock. It wasn’t as big as Matt’s, but god it was pretty, with a beautiful curve. It would feel incredible in me, I could already tell.
“Why don’t you come for our guest?” Matt whispered in my ear.
I didn’t have a lot of choice in the matter; he returned his fingers to my clit, and my own juices on his finger made the delicious slide all the more intense. I moaned aloud with every breath, only exaggerating slightly. My gaze fixed on the stranger’s hand slowly pumping up and down his cock, the foreskin nudging back on each stroke to reveal a deep pink head. When I glanced up at his face, I noted exactly where his attention was centered, on my wet and wanting flesh.
I tossed my head back and arched my body, muscles tightening as I sped toward the edge. “Yes,” I hissed against Matt’s neck. “I’m so close. I’m so fucking close.”
Which was the wrong thing to say, because it made him stop. He pushed his fingers back into my pussy, then withdrew and made a show of sucking them clean. “She tastes as good as she looks,” he told the stranger. “Do you want some? She’s right on the edge. You could make her come.”
The stranger unlatched the gate and approached us, hand still on his cock.
“Well. Go on,” Matt ordered, opening his legs slightly to spread my thighs wider. The stranger dropped to his knees.
It was happening. Oh god, it was happening. I was having sex with a stranger. I was caught in the act, and this man was going to take advantage of that. And Matt had offered me to him, like a plaything.
A logical part of my brain reminded me that Matt had, in reality, done exactly that. He’d somehow arranged this, by offering the chance to this stranger. No matter how much planning and forethought had gone into it, this whole evening was about me being used by these two men.
Getting caught wasn’t enough anymore. I wanted to be completely debased.
The stranger placed his hands on my inner thighs and dove in, feasting on my cunt like a starving man. He plunged his tongue inside me with a noise of satisfaction, fucked me with his mouth while I desperately tried to move my clit closer. I needed that stimulation, needed to come so badly I cried out and begged him, begged a total stranger, “Please make me come!”
When I reached for the stranger’s head in a mindless attempt to guide him, Matt slipped his arms beneath mine and pulled them back. I struggled against him, gasping.
The stranger traced his tongue up one edge of my inner labia, almost to my clit, then retreated to repeat the action on the other side. And he did that, alternating his attentions between the two sensitive—but not sensitive enough—petals, poking between them and into the creases behind, so that no part of them remained untended.
“Please,” I whimpered. “I need to come so bad.”
“You need to learn to be patient,” Matt whispered against my ear. “You need to learn that instant gratification pales in comparison to what’s happening to you now.”