Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Jourdanne moaned, biting down on her lip as she kept her eyes shut. I put some lube on the tip of my cock and rubbed it around. I made sure it was good and wet, then I pressed myself to Jourdanne’s ass. Her eyes popped open quick to watch.
“What do you want?” Leandro asked her as he brought her face to his.
Her body relaxed and her hips opened. She sat lower onto him, purring as she mumbled, “Everything.”
I slid into her then, just a little bit to see how she felt. She let out a whimper, but she stayed open, her hips loosening by the second.
“Matt,” her voice quivered. “Oh, Matt.”
I pushed a little deeper, then pulled to the edge before going in again. Each time, I went a little deeper than before. Leandro continued to fuck her, grabbing her tits and sucking them each equally. Behind her, I could feel her clit. She was wet as ever, trembling from her head to her toes.
Her legs opened wide for us. “I’m so close,” she whispered. I slid my fingers up and down her clit, steady and hard. “I’m going to come.”
Leandro quickened his thrusts, soon he was drawing in sharp breaths as he neared the edge.
“Jourdanne,” he mumbled her name as his hips smacked to hers, the flesh hot and wet and loud. He drew in another shuddered breath, and this time he held it for a pause as he came. “Ohh, Jourdanne.”
I pressed her clit as she arched her back, coming in my hands just as I came inside her.
I moaned and panted, driving deep as I held her still. She was perched above Leandro with shaking arms as she pressed her ass against my hips. She hummed and moaned, wriggling at the sensation.
Then she rested on top of him, and he brushed the hair from her hot face. I joined them, breathing heavy as I started to laugh.
“What?” Jourdanne asked me out of breath.
“I was just imagining what this would’ve been like on the yacht.”
Leandro began to laugh, then it really took him over and the bed started shaking.
I joked with him. “It isn’t that funny!”
Then Jourdanne let out a giggle. “It kind of is. I mean, what would this have been like on a boat?”
Leandro added, “Tossing and rocking about.”
“No, not funny,” I said as I sat up on my elbow. “A great idea for the next time we’re here.”
JOURDANNE
I woke in the morning and stretched out my body between Matt and Leandro. It had been a little more than a week since Geneva, and everything was incredibly perfect. My bank account was bursting with Leandro’s money, and soon I was going to start helping my dad with a few repairs at the inn. Hopefully, before the month would end, I’d also hear from Yale.
“Morning,” Leandro whispered in my ear. His arm was wrapped over me, snuggling me close against his body.
I let out a giggle.
“What’s so funny?” Matt asked.
“I just can’t believe us. I would never have dreamed my summer would turn out so great.”
Both of them awed at my words. “Oh, hush!”
Matt tapped his finger on my nose as he said, “You’re so adorable when you get sentimental.”
Leandro and I laughed, then he released me to sit up and stretch out. “I think pancakes are in order.”
“Yes,” Matt agreed excitedly. “With eggs and hashbrowns, too!”
I hummed at the sound of it all. “I’ll get the coffee going.” I got up from the bed and straightened my shirt out. It was an oversized shirt with The Rolling Stones’ logo on the front. It was Matt’s shirt from about ten years ago, he’d said. All I knew was it was the most comfortable shirt ever.
I trotted down the stairs with Matt and Leandro close behind. It was nice recently being at the mansion with them both. Leandro’s deal in Geneva went through without a hiccup, and he was home more because of it. Matt was happier than ever, and we all were able to enjoy the true luxuries of life together.
The whole week was filled with movies, dinners, and shopping trips. Aside from the money Leandro graciously fed into my bank account, he was kind enough to buy me new clothes for our upcoming beach trip too. And they never once asked me to pay for dinners or events, not that I would mind. Before I could even try, they’d have the bill handled anyway. True gentlemen, really.
At the breakfast table, Leandro set out the butter and syrup as Matt began mixing the pancake batter. I scrambled the eggs after setting up the coffee machine. In no time, the kitchen smelled like heaven. Nothing was better than a Saturday morning breakfast with the people who made your life perfect.
When everything was done and we were all sitting there eating, my phone rang.