Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
His breath heats my skin as he runs the tip of his nose over my bra. His lips press kisses along the swell of my chest, and I feel the weight of his erection as he stretches out above me.
Never staying in one spot very long, he nibbles and nuzzles various parts of me, lighting me up, setting me afire. I reach for him every chance I get, exploring his body while also attempting to remove his clothing, but he doesn’t make it easy.
Eventually my frustration builds, and when I sit up to reach him better, he curls behind me, and suddenly we’re wrestling for position, hands and mouths claiming spots on each other’s bodies, legs tangling, arms wrapping around one another. This tussling brings back childhood memories, too, but as grownups, it’s oh so much better.
I manage to get his shirt off, and I put the game on pause to drink him in. “Thorn.” He’s all abs and pecs and biceps, smooth and tan, rock solid beneath his skin. When he’s not in the kitchen, he must be in the gym or outdoors, pushing his body to its limits. There are a few inked areas that draw my eye, but not nearly as much body art as Gage and Kai have.
When the other two men come to mind, my first instinct is to push away the thoughts, but my greedy brain takes a moment to indulge a new fantasy.
Kai is so intense, and Thorn is so playful. What would it be like to experience those energies together? And then there’s Gage, a teddy bear with a surprising dom edge. Internally, I shake my head to clear it. It’s true I’ve been living in an alternate reality, but my imagination is starting to push things a bit too far.
Thorn brings me back to the present moment by taking one of my nipples between his lips, sucking it into his mouth, and then letting it pop out, before repeating the action with the other one. My bra was one of his first victories in our wrestling match.
His grin is wicked as he unzips my jeans, then tucks both hands in the sides of the waistband, and pulls them down, taking my panties along with them. The narrow pants legs get caught on my feet, and he makes a dramatic play of tugging them off, making me giggle.
All this laughter in the bedroom is new to me, and I like it. I absolutely don’t want to think about Scott right now, but I can’t help but recognize that he’d have been horrified by me giggling at any point during sex, including foreplay. He never found any of the occasional awkwardness or bodily sounds funny; I can barely remember him smiling.
Thorn’s happy expression, meanwhile, is a thing of beauty, and right now, he looks extremely pleased. “God, you’re gorgeous, Lexy.” His eyes dance over my body, and his hands soon follow, sliding over my hips, down my thighs, and then back up, parting my legs. He’s zeroing in on the spot that’s already soaking wet for him, and I’m eager for him to go there, but first, I initiate a sneak attack.
Rolling out from under him in one quick motion, I turn, launch my weight at him, and somehow manage to pin this strong man down on the bed, my body straddling his hips. His eyes shine with delight and darken with desire as he submits to my will.
I shimmy backward to make room to work at the button on his pants, then I pull down his zipper, slide the band of his briefs out of the way, and claim my prize.
And what a prize it is. Thick and long, and growing harder at my touch, the velvety skin stretching in my hand.
“You’re gorgeous, Thorn.” I can’t help but return his compliment. “Not just this part of you, but all of you,” I add with another giggle. “Maybe especially this part, but definitely all of you.”
Still grinning, he props himself up on his elbows and watches as I stroke him, and I take the opportunity to explore and experiment, occasionally watching his face for feedback to find out exactly how he likes to be touched.
The area where the head of his cock meets the shaft appears to give him the most pleasure, so I focus my attention there, circling and teasing and stroking, until he grows restless with impatience. A deep, low growl comes from his throat when I bring my tongue to stroke the spot.
I’m looking forward to finding out how much of his cock I can fit in my mouth, when suddenly I’m the one under attack. Thorn rolls me over, pins my hands in his, and uses the weight of his body to spread me open wide as he buries his head between my legs.