Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Hollis’s big hands travel up my legs, under my skirt, to my panties.
“Better take those off now, mate,” Rhys instructs his friend.
“I’m on it,” Hollis rasps out as he peels down my panties but stops midway. “Fuck, baby.” His eyes darken as they meet mine. “Have you been like this all night?”
“Yes,” I say, shuddering. I’m on the edge already. “Since you started touching me during the game.”
“You loved that,” Hollis observes.
“I did.”
“Do you want us to tie you up tonight?” Hollis asks as Rhys flicks his tongue against the shell of my ear.
I ache too much. I crave too much. “I can’t wait that long. I’m so turned on.” I do want them to tie me up, but it feels like too much theater right now. I’m too raw, too needy. “Tomorrow. Please do it tomorrow.”
As Hollis slides off my panties the rest of the way then pushes up my skirt to my waist, Rhys runs his nose along my neck. “Whatever you want. You’ll get a long, slow tease tomorrow night,” Rhys promises in a low rumble. “Now, do you want to ride my friend while I play with these perfect tits?”
God. Yes. That. But my throat is so dry I can barely get out the yes. Still, I manage, then add, “I want that so badly.”
Rhys nods to Hollis curtly. “You heard our girl. Take care of her sweet pussy now.”
I shudder from the command in Rhys’s tone. From the way these two men seamlessly hand off to each other. Sometimes Hollis calls the shots. Sometimes Rhys. I never know which one will set the mood. Is that their style, this kind of switching? But before my mind tunnels down that rabbit hole, I dismiss the thought.
They’re doing this for me to surprise me. So I don’t have to work for pleasure. So I don’t get to think about it.
Another doubt slinks away and I arch my hips up, offering myself to Hollis. “I want you,” I tell him, laying my wishes bare.
“Get a condom. Our girl needs to get on a dick right fucking now,” Rhys adds as his hands travel under my sweatshirt, then beneath my bra.
“I do. God, I do,” I say, breathless with lust.
Hollis presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “Then I’ll eat this pretty pussy another time.” He blows a soft, warm gust of air against my flesh, then pulls away.
Wait. Hold the hell on.
That’s too tempting an offer.
I grab his head, not letting him stand. Hollis’s eyes flicker with amusement, excitement. “What is it?”
“Eat me. Just for a minute,” I demand desperately.
“Yes, ma’am,” Hollis says like he’s hit the jackpot as he sheds his shirt, strips off his shorts in seconds, then drops back to his knees, parting my thighs once more.
Rhys slides my sweatshirt up and over my head. “Need to suck on these gorgeous tits,” he says.
“Yes. Please. Anything,” I say, and I don’t know if I’m saying it to the man behind me or the man on his knees. Or to everyone. All at once.
When Hollis presses a hot kiss to my center, I moan.
When Rhys kneads my breasts roughly, I cry out a long, “Yesssss.”
I can hear Rhys smile smugly rather than see it. “Our girl likes it when we all play with her.”
“No,” Hollis corrects, taking his time to lap up my wetness, making me tremble in every single cell. “She fucking loves it.”
Hollis swirls his tongue there. Right there. Licking my needy clit, just like I taught them both last night.
My brain goes offline. I’m shaking. Shuddering. Everything feels so good. Rhys’s big hands on my breasts.
Hollis’s tender lips on my clit.
Rhys’s stubble along my skin as he moves around me, shifting so he’s kneeling next to me and drawing one tight, peaked nipple into his talented mouth, murmuring as he sucks.
Hollis groans, too, against my wetness.
I’m the loudest of them all. Gasps. Sighs. Whimpers.
After a minute or so, Rhys drops my nipple from his mouth, giving me a sly smile as he says, “You liked when we touched you earlier in front of him.”
I arch my chest toward Rhys, thrust my hips toward Hollis. “I did,” I admit.
“You liked the audience,” Rhys adds as Hollis flicks his tongue faster, hungrier.
“So much,” I say.
Hollis takes directions so well. He’s doing it exactly like I asked last night. He’s adoring my clit with his talented tongue. Then drawing a long, worshipful lick that makes my hips shoot up.
Pleasure zings through my whole body, sharp, hot, powerful.
It’s good, so good, but I also ache desperately. I feel empty. I want to be filled now. Gently but firmly, I push his head away. His lips shine with my pleasure as I beg, “Please fuck me like this.”
In seconds the rest of our clothes vanish, a condom appears, and everyone shifts like musical chairs. Hollis lies naked on the couch. Rhys stands behind the furniture, cock out, leaking at the tip. But he doesn’t seem to care about his own arousal. The second I climb over Hollis, Rhys’s hands are in my hair, then my shoulders, like he’s guiding me.