Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I know Miles isn’t talking about me being physically hurt, but from the size of the erection that’s bound in his pants, that seems like a possibility, too.
But I’m past the point of caring about future pain. I want them.
I need them.
“We’ll take care of you, Callie.” Max says this for my benefit as well as his brother’s, as he gives Miles a pointed look.
The men told me earlier that I need to get better at voicing my true feelings, and this seems like a good time to start. “I want you both. Please.”
In answer, Max crawls closer, angling his head as he approaches to meet my lips with a passion that floods my body with heat. His hand comes to rest in the bend of my hip, his thumb perilously close to the spot where I’m burning for them.
His mouth tangles with mine, his tongue making me open for him. The taste of him fills me with desperation.
When we part to take a breath, I look for Miles, who’s never left the bed, despite his reservations. Our eyes lock, and my breath catches. I don’t want to do this unless we’re all involved, and I hope he can read that on my face.
CHAPTER 47
CALLIE
Miles slides closer, leans in, and kisses me, letting me know that all hesitation is gone. He ravages my mouth like I’m water and he’s just crawled across the desert.
As we kiss, a hand cups my breast, and I gasp into Miles’s mouth. He pulls back only enough to lay kisses at the edge of my lips, my cheek, my jaw, my neck. While he’s doing that, the damp heat of another mouth covers my breast through the fabric of my top, and I send silent thanks to Marissa for packing these pajamas.
Another rush of wetness surges between my legs, and Miles moves to join his brother, each of them claiming a breast with his mouth, both heads bowed over me, their hands stroking my thighs, rubbing my back, their fingers sliding through my hair. It’s all too much—so much sensation, all at once. It’s incredible.
A memory of Ana encouraging me to have this exact type of experience comes to mind. I can’t believe this is actually happening; I thought this type of thing was pure fantasy that only existed in smutty books.
Reaching between the men, I undo the buttons on the front of my shirt so that it falls open. Their mouths barely miss a beat as they cover my bare skin, quickly clamping onto my nipples, licking, sucking, even biting.
“Oh my god, that feels so good.”
Max looks up at me, his lips still wrapped around my hardened peak. “That’s good, because we’re just getting started.”
Miles cups my breast in his palm, holding it like it’s a cherished possession as his teeth drag lightly over its tip, sensations shooting deep into my belly and straight down to my pussy.
“Oh my god, yes. More of that, please.” I had no idea breast play could ever feel like this.
While still tending to my chest, Max slips his fingers under the elastic of my shorts, then inside my panties, his fingers extending into my wetness. “Oh, Callie.” He sighs against my breast as those fingers slide through my slickness, before zeroing in on the spot that feels the best.
Men who’ve had their hands in my pants before have made it obvious their goal was to rush to an endgame that would bring them satisfaction, but Max is entirely focused on my pleasure. He presses my clit and rubs over it with a tenderness that tugs at my heart.
As Max turns his focus there, Miles moves on to my other breast, giving the nipple the same treatment with his teeth, then sucking it hard into his mouth, and something spirals up inside me with a power I’m not expecting.
I grab for Miles’s shoulder as an orgasm overtakes me. Max keeps rubbing, and I cry out as both men feather my cheeks with tender kisses. I feel cherished like I’ve never felt before, and it cracks my heart open in a way I’m helpless to prevent.
“You’re even more beautiful when you come,” Miles murmurs as I recover. He presses a kiss to my flushed cheek, and then my lips.
“That felt so good.”
“Only the first happy ending of many more to come tonight,” Max says, his fingers still teasing my folds.
Is he implying that he thinks they can give me more than one orgasm? I’ve heard that other women are capable of multiples in one night, but it’s never happened for me.
Double the men, double the pleasure? I’m starting to sound like Ana.
Max and Miles don’t give me much time to be in my head. Together, they slip my shirt from my arms and start to slide my shorts over my hips.