Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“You don’t imagine how much,” he says, both their bodies swaying as if they don’t know who has the right of passage. As far as I’m concerned, they can come at me both. My eyes wander down from their faces to their chests, and I let them fall further down until I find their crotches. They’re both hard, the shape of their cocks showing from under the fabric of their pants. Reaching for them, I place my still trembling fingers against their pulsing members, feeling them brimming with desire.
“You told me you wanted to do the right thing,” I tell them, raising my eyes. “Let’s do the right thing, then,” I purr, trying to make myself clear. Of course, they don’t need innuendo or hints to understand what I’m getting at. After all, they were the ones waiting for me downstairs. And I hold no illusions about the reason they were there… Sure, they might have seen a way to cooperate in the political arena, but the championship trophy in their dispute has always been me. And now they’ve finally realized that we can all win. And that includes me, of course.
“You heard the lady,” Liam tells Carter, sitting down next to me. Never taking his eyes off of mine, Carter sits on the other side, his hand going straight to my knee.
“I heard her, loud and clear,” Carter says, his fingers sliding up to the hemline of my skirt. I lean back against the couch, lacing my arms around their necks and surrendering to their touch. As Carter slides his fingers under my skirt, Liam has his hands on my blouse, slowly unbuttoning it. I hear the buttons coming undone, Liam’s knuckles brushing against my bare skin, and I can’t help but sigh again.
With my blouse finally open, Liam’s fingers trace a straight line from my navel to my cleavage. The lace bra I’m wearing has its clasp on the front so, with a simple turn of his fingers, Liam unhooks it and pulls the cups to the side. A gentle electric buzz grows under my skin as I feel the fabric sliding over my hard nipples, the rosy tips anxious to feel Liam’s touch. He takes his time, though—instead of going for it straight away, he brushes his index finger around the base of my breasts, going back and forth with maddening motions.
As Liam focuses on my breasts, Carter’s hand moves between my thighs. I feel his fingertips brushing over my groins, his steady pressure applied over my thong. Then, as if both men were in tune, they move. Liam leans into me, his parted lips reaching for my nipple, and Carter flattens the palm of his hand over my pussy. It’s almost as if two explosions happen at once. The electric crackle of Carter’s touch climbs up my spine, blending with the feeling of Liam’s lips on my nipple, and sends a river of delight all the way to my brain.
“Now this is teamwork…” I moan, my fingers busy with disheveling their hair. I bite my lower lip as Carter starts to rub his hand against my pussy, the drenched fabric sticking to my skin. I start to raise my hips from the couch, pressing my wetness against Carter’s fingers; he presses harder against me, my insides clenching. Yanking on Liam’s hair, I pull him into me, forcing him to crush his mouth against my nipple. Both men pressing hard on my body, the bonfire of lust starts to become brighter inside my mind.
While he kisses my nipple, his tongue lapping at the hard tip, Liam takes his hands to my shoulders and pushes my blouse down. His long fingers then go back to my tits, squeezing them eagerly as I keep his head in place.
Not wanting to wait, I take my hand out of Carter’s head and reach for the zipper on my skirt, pushing it all the way down with an anxious movement. The zipper flies down easily, baring a hint of my thong and the tan skin of my outer thigh. That’s enough to make Carter go off like a bomb. With a growl climbing up his throat, he takes his hand out from my pussy and tugs on my skirt, pulling it harshly. I raise my ass from the seat, allowing him to undress me, and then lean back against the couch with a devious grin on my lips.
Wearing only my black lace thong and heels, I finally feel ready to be sacrificed at the altar of sin. Because, make no mistake about it, this is sin— maybe not in the religious sense, but there’s still that inherent sense of wrongness to what we’re doing. We’re skirting both the law and common decency, and if I’m being completely honest, it just makes it feel even better.