Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Chapter 15
I like your dick. It deserves a trophy.
-Viddy to Trance
Viddy
I woke up to a rock hard cock thrusting its way inside of me.
Reflexively, I arched, urging Trance even deeper, and he rolled, pulling me on top of him.
“You awake yet?” He rasped against my neck before sucking the lobe of my ear into his mouth and nipping it.
I had to check the urge to nod my head, and instead moaned, “Yes! Very much so.”
My chest was plastered against his, and I let my hands roam up and down his sides as I undulated my hips.
He urged me with his hands on my ass, moving me at the pace he wanted me to go.
“If you wanted to be in charge, why am I on top?” I gasped.
He grinned, releasing those dimples on me when I had no way to fight their effects, and I fell. Head over heels in love with him.
I admit it. He was the one. The one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
“Because when you’re on the bottom, I wouldn’t be able to do this.” He showed me.
His abs constricted as he lifted himself up into a sitting position, and he shoved me up and down furiously on his cock. When my head flew back in rapture, he made his move, sucking my nipple into his mouth
My hands latched onto his curly hair and I guided his head to the other nipple.
“This is a good reason to be on top,” I gasped. “I’m totally dominating you.”
He shook with laugher. “Is that right?”
Then he showed me just how not dominated he was, topping from the bottom.
All I could do was hold on for the ride as he lifted my hips off his length, and then slammed me back down again.
My eyes closed and I listened to the sound of our thighs slapping together, and the heaviness of our breathing.
In fact, I got so into it that I hadn’t realized how close I was until I was already falling over the edge into a powerful orgasm that stole my breath.
My back bowed, and I felt Trance’s morning stubble running over the exposed length of my ribcage, causing me to shiver.
The scream that left my mouth sounded tortured. But in the most truly exquisite way.
Trance’s own groan of completion followed my own, and we collapsed together on the bed in a heap of limbs.
Somehow my arm ended up stuck underneath his back, and my hair was tangled up in his fist that was trapped underneath my chest.
I was effectively pinned, and loving it.
Closing my eyes, I let the words flow from my mouth. The ones that I’ve been wanting to say for a very long time.
“I like your dick.”
***
The brothers of which were still sleeping. Or had been, but I’d woken them up. On purpose. Oops.
If I had to be up, so did they.
Trance had given me an exasperated look as I made sure to slam every single cabinet door on my pseudo search for a coffee cup. Foster had come in the room, handed me a cup out of the cabinet I’d already opened and then slammed with his blanket-creased skin and bed head, glared at me, and went back to bed.
Did I mention he was shirtless and in only his boxers?
The man could rival Trance in the looks department that was for sure.
But Miller, my, my, my.
When I’d let the dogs in after their morning training session, I opened and threw the puppies ball on Miller’s bed, which they of course followed dutifully.
Miller had been sleeping on his stomach with his face half covered by the pillow.
His leg was hanging off the bed, as was his arm until the puppies made a show of licking Miller’s exposed back and neck.
“I’m going to kill you.” Miller mumbled from underneath his pillow.
I giggled. “You could always try.”
“I know 432 ways to kill a person. I’m pretty sure 433 would work on you.” He growled just as he launched himself from the bed at me.
I squealed like a stuck pig and started running out of the room. I, of course, went to hide behind Trance who was taking a sip of his coffee.
The man was always grumpy before he had his coffee. Which explains why he did what he did next.
He set his cup down carefully as to not spill it, and then he moved to the side so my body was left exposed to the man whose hair was flat on one side and sticking up on the other.
Miller grinned manically before he was on me, lifting me up over his shoulder, and running towards the backyard. Jesus Christ the man was quick, I hadn’t even seen him move. And his shoulder was like a wall of steel in my stomach. My little piddly hits were nothing against the muscled expanse of his back.
Then I was flying through the air and I went under.
Did I mention Trance had a pool?
Luckily, the throw was a long one, enabling me to catch a full breath of air before I hit the water.
I sank like a stone in my jeans, sweatshirt, and shoes.
Only one thought entered my brain in those instants where I was hovering in midair...two could play that game.
Which was why instead of going up to the surface, I held my breath and stayed submerged under water.
I was up to the count of sixty three when I heard two distinct splashes around me, and I opened my eyes to find two men swimming towards me. One fully clothed, and one in his underwear.
They were tearing up the water as if it was ground, and were on me in an instant.
Both men grabbed an arm and dragged me to the surface.
I felt like I was on a jet boat with how fast I got up to the top, and I gasped a full breath of air, giving life back to my oxygen starved lungs.
And then I laughed.
“This is like a Baywatch episode.” I giggled. “Do you think we can do that again, but let me film it this time?”