Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“My lap’s over here, princess,” he reminds me, patting his thighs.
“I'm coming, I'm coming.”
“Not yet, but we'll get there,” promises Tank.
Guess I walked right into that one. I close my eyes and just start moving to the music as I back towards him. Nitro has his legs together to give me room to move, but it's still a lot to straddle. “Okay, I'm going to do my best, okay?”
“I'm loving the effort, baby.” He puts his hands behind his head and leans back.
I put a little more sway in my hips and shuffle back until I feel his chest behind me. Then I let myself go lower, drawing a little surprised breath when I feel he's already getting hard, the length of him easily noticeable even through his jeans.
“Is this enough for the dare? Does it get any harder than that? Because you’re pretty hard.” I press harder against him, and take distinct pleasure in hearing him groan. Then I start a steady, figure eight with my hips, grinding over his cock. “It's hard to miss it, it's right there.”
He puts his hands on my hips and it takes me a second to remember we’re still playing a game. “No hands!”
Nitro leans close to whisper in my ear, “You should’ve been more specific, baby.”
“What? Oh!”
Hands at his sides, Nitro shows off his strength by lifting his hips while still sitting, meeting my grinding with a steady push of his own. I moan in spite of myself.
This isn’t awkward teenage dry humping in the back of a car, it’s hot, dirty and amazing. His jeans are rough against the softness of my pajama bottoms. I try to keep my whimpers quiet, but I’m not fooling anyone. He's not the only one who's getting all built up from this. Maybe I'll allow some touching after all.
“Fuck, you win,” he says, grabbing my hips and pushing me to my feet.
“What? Didn't you like it?” I look back over my shoulder. He’s about to bust right out of his jeans. My hips are still swaying a little to the music, so I exaggerate that for him. “Was I doing too good of a job?”
“Fuck, your ass is built for sin, just like the rest of you. Someone else.” He adjusts himself, but it still looks uncomfortable.
“Is it my turn now?”
“I think the game might be over, sweetheart,” says Wraith, his hand stroking the outside of his jeans.
“You don't even know what my dare is.” I wanted to be a little wilder, right? Well, I'll show them wild. “I dare all of you to stroke yourselves for me. Show me what you've got. If I have to get you guys hard, it's only fair I get to see the result.”
Apparently it's a perfectly acceptable dare, because suddenly I'm surrounded by three half naked men. The music plays as one by one, they wrap their fists around their eager cocks and watch me hungrily. I'm not sure this game is going to last much longer, and I’m not even sure they will be the first to break.
“Strip,” orders Wraith hoarsely. “Keep dancing and strip for us. Show us how fucking beautiful you are.”
“I'm not that—”
“You fucking are, Kaylee. I dare you to look me in the eye and tell me we don’t know beauty when we see it. Strip.” Wraith’s words slide through me like a knife through hot butter, leaving me absolutely dripping.
I start moving again, taking little steps and swaying around the middle of the room. Everywhere I turn, there's a rock hard cock pointing my way. Then I peel up my top.
“Fuck yeah,” growls Nitro as I throw the shirt away, dancing in just my pajama pants.
Normally, I would feel silly, but they look at me like I'm the only thing in the world that matters. It makes me feel wanted. Sexy. I cup my breasts as I dance past them. “Like this?”
“Everything,” snarls Tank. He's stroking himself slowly, almost not at all, like he's right on the edge. I want to see him lose it, so I turn my ass towards him, then bend over at the waist and pull my pajama pants down. I'm still wiggling my hips to the music, shifting my butt back and forth while I reveal my panties. “Motherfucker.” When I look over my shoulder, he's not even touching himself.
“Hey, I said I wanted a show, too.” I try to sound stern, but it feels a little weak when I know any one of them could throw me over the couch and I’d go happily.
“You're fucking killing me,” he growls, but resumes touching himself. His cock glistens with his slickness, a thick drop sliding down from the tip.
I sway to the music, my hands covering my breasts. The guys follow me with their eyes like I'm the only woman left on the planet. Like they're hypnotized. It’s an intoxicating feeling.