Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Too soon, it explodes through me, obliterating any inhibitions I might have had left. Nothing is off-limits when I come back down to earth. I’m warm and sated but desperately eager to ride that roller coaster all over again. My eyes move to Calder, and I remember what he said earlier. They share everything, and right now, they want to share me.
“Are you thinking about what it would be like?” Calder asks. “To have both of us inside you?”
My eyes drift to Thorsen, and something has changed in him. Or maybe it’s my imagination. I ask him what he wants, but it occurs to me I only asked him inside my head. His eyes are closed off again, hiding his emotions away. He’s here, but he isn’t. What does this man want from me? What do I want from him?
“I want to make you happy.” I breathe the words against his lips. “I know what will make you happy.”
I sink into the space between the two men, unknotting my robe, and draping it open, so they both have access to my body. I’m not sure how this works, and I think it shows. But Calder puts me at ease by brushing the silky material off my shoulders, revealing my breasts.
My nipples are tight, and when he brushes over one of them with his fingers, it makes me shiver. Thorsen watches the interaction with dark, brutal eyes as Calder dips his head forward and lashes my nipple with his tongue.
I arch into him and moan, my fingers coming to rest on the bulge in Thorsen’s trousers. He’s so hard for me, but he isn’t moving. Or speaking. Or blinking. And I can’t figure out if I’m doing something wrong.
“How do you want me?” I ask him.
Calder is the one to answer, releasing my nipple from his mouth and pivoting my head toward Thorsen’s crotch. “Suck his cock. He likes that.”
I fumble with the zipper on his trousers as the music pounds in my head. Calder adjusts my body across the sofa, hoisting my ass into the air as his fingers trail over my spine, leaving a path of goose bumps in their wake.
Everything feels so insane. The slightest touch is like an orgasm on steroids. But I want Thorsen’s touch more than anything. When I finally get his pants open, I peek up at him as I grab his dick through his briefs. He’s as still as a statue. I can’t even tell if he’s breathing. That’s when I notice his fingers, silently tapping against his glass.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
I recognize it now. The thing he’s been doing all night.
“Four,” I whisper.
He winces, staring down at me as if I just saw into his very soul. There’s a moment between us when nothing else exists, and I think maybe I’m getting through to him. And then Calder’s tongue lashes against my pussy, and a strangled sound vibrates in my throat. I lurch forward, groaning right before I face-plant against Thorsen’s hard cock. Concentrate. Concentrate. I try to remember that as I kiss him through the material, and then let my baser instincts take over, biting at the black cotton fabric.
He sucks in a breath, his fingers tangling in my hair, and rubs my face along his length. But his eyes aren’t on me anymore. They are fixated on Calder behind me. He’s fucking me with his tongue, digging his fingers into my hips. It’s so intense I think I’m going to scream.
But Thorsen. I want to please Thorsen.
I yank down his briefs and tuck them under his balls, which has the immediate effect of making his already massive cock even bigger as it juts up from the confines of his trousers.
My tongue darts out to lap up the salty liquid that’s already beaded on the tip. It makes me feel drunk or high or both. All I know is I want to lick him like he’s my favorite candy, so that’s what I do. He reinforces the strangling grip on my hair, and his body becomes more rigid with every passing second.
Calder nips at my clit, and I jolt, moaning as another wave of pleasure crashes over me. Tension is building deep in my core again. I’m going to explode with Calder’s face between my thighs and Thorsen’s cock buried deep in my throat.
The fun and games are over when Thorsen takes control, forcing my head down his shaft until I gag. He lets me come up for air for a second and then does it all over again. I whine for his roughness, but this isn’t his normal dominance at play. He’s trying to punish me, and I don’t understand. Why is he so fucking pissed?
That’s what this is. In the foggy depths of my mind, it occurs to me that he’s angry. Not just angry, but livid.