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)
“You know I do.”
“Turn on that vibrator.”
I pressed the switch, still to the low, throbbing setting, and my toes curled up. “I’m… I’m…”
A long, wordless wail of passion indicated Amanda and I were on the exact same wavelength. That brush against intimacy sent a rush of endorphins to my brain as this stranger and I came violently on the same cock. I arched my back and clenched down so hard the dildo slipped out. I pumped my hips against the head of the vibrator and let out of a scream of full body relief as my orgasm drenched me—and the bed.
The first thing I said as I recovered was, “I should have put a towel down.”
“That’s so fucking hot, princess,” he murmured. His breaths came out as little puffs of sound. I kept the wand pressed to my clit, my body rocking in ripple after ripple of sensation, still too overpowering to bear.
“Turn it up,” Matt ordered. “Come on, I want to hear you.”
I hit the button and screamed as what felt like a thousand wasp stings assaulted the most sensitive part of my sexual anatomy.
“You can do better,” he goaded me. “Peel the hood back.”
“No!” I shouted, but my hand moved to do his bidding. The screaming, exposed nerve pulsed and flinched back from the stinging touch, sending a current of nothing but pain through me.
It was the most intense agony I’d ever experienced, and the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt. Black spots swam in front of my eyes, and I heard the knuckles of my toes crack as they drew up in a searing cramp. I shrieked again and again, rhythmic shouts with each grasping clutch of my spasming cunt. And when I broke, I stayed broken, my orgasm prolonged by the relentless stimulation.
Matt’s sharp breaths became focused grunts, then a long, strangled groan of satisfaction. Though I knew he was particular about safety, I imagined him coming in her, imagined what it would feel like to have him come in me without any barrier between us. I wanted more than anything to know what that would be like, the hot, pulsing burst of him bathing my inner walls, to feel all that slick, slippery liquid mix with my own and run out onto the sheets.
And with one final, leg-flailing peak, I was finished, too.
“I’m done!” I panted. “I’m stopping now.”
“Same,” I heard Amanda in the background.
When he could speak again, Matt asked, “You okay, princess?”
Amanda laughed and said, “Aww. That’s adorable. None of my boyfriends ever called me that. Lucky girl.”
“We’re not—” I began, then realized that he could explain it later if he wanted to.
And then I wondered why, exactly, he hadn’t told her who I was before he’d called.
“I’m going to fuck and run again,” I said breezily, though my insides had knotted up with uncertainty. He wasn’t telling random strangers that we were an item because he thought we were, was he?
“Okay. Expect an email from my assistant this week. I wasn’t kidding about those plane tickets.”
We said goodbye and I hung up, suddenly not as cool with the idea of a romantic getaway anymore.
CHAPTER TWENTY
(Matthew)
“Absolutely not.”
I grimaced at the firmness of Scott’s tone. Because it wasn’t like he was in a position to exert any power over the situation. “I’m not asking permission. This is a courtesy call. As requested.”
Scott had gone back and forth on his opinion of how much he wanted to know about things between Charlotte and I. He certainly never wanted details, but he didn’t like not knowing if the relationship still existed. So, he and I had made a gentleman’s agreement that if I intended to “court” his sister, I would let him know. And while I didn’t agree that what I had planned was “courting,” leaving the country with his little sister was something I had to be honest about. It wasn’t like she would be able to take a two-week vacation without him finding out.
“It’s one thing to hook up with my sister. It’s a totally different thing to take her to your pervert resort,” he argued.
“How is it any different than the cruise?” I countered, though it was a lot different from the cruise.
“It’s a lot different from the cruise!” Scott exclaimed. “We went on the cruise to celebrate dad’s sixty-fifth birthday, not for Charlotte to get fucked. She found a way to multi-task. And you and I both know that some weird shit goes on down there at your place.”
“Weird, but totally consensual shit.” I wasn’t going to have this argument with him. Charlotte was a grown woman. She could make her own choices.
Of course, I was a grown man. And here I was, making choices that were hurting my friend.
And why? Because I liked to have sex with his sister? There were a million other women in the world I’d also like having sex with. And none of those women would cause conflict between Scott and I.