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)
Briar shudders out a yes, and Gavin, who’s standing on the other side of the bed, tries but fails to stifle a groan.
I retreat to a chair in the corner of the room, giving Rhys his chance and a break from choreographing. I can also help Gavin out. He’d never ask for it, but it can’t hurt to give him a tip or two.
I should really win an award for being the friendliest fucker.
And also, the cleverest. Because I think I’m going to surprise them all right now.
“Briar, baby. Change of plans. How would you feel about fucking Rhys’s face first? While Gavin plays with your tits? I know you love it when we play with those beauties.”
A tremble moves down her body. “What a great idea.”
A minute later, she’s naked and sitting on Rhys’s face, rocking against him, while Gavin stands behind her on the bed, fondling her tits, kissing her hair, and getting the hang of it like that.
“You’re a fast learner, Worthy,” I call out.
But he doesn’t respond since Briar is moaning, gasping, and riding my friend like he’s a wild mustang.
She looks close. She sounds close. I want her to come like this and I think I know the way. “Kiss her Worthy. Kiss her while she fucks his face. She fucking loves being kissed,” I say.
“I do,” Briar pants out as she grips the headboard and grinds against Rhys’s stubble while Rhys curls his hands tighter around her hips, making sure she doesn’t lose her footing.
Gavin grabs her chin, jerks her face to him, and kisses her while she rides my other teammate.
What a bunch of lucky guys.
But the best part is what she says when she breaks the kiss.
49
TAKE TWO
Briar
Never have I ever been kissed while being eaten.
Until now.
My belly tightens. My thighs shake. And the second I let go of Gavin’s mouth, I can’t help it. I’m shouting, “Coming.”
A surprise orgasm crashes into me like an unexpected party guest, swinging the door wide open.
I cry out as this sharp and red-hot burst of ecstasy races through me, flooding every corner of my body. My fingers grab onto the headboard as I ride Rhys’s hungry mouth to the ends of my pleasure.
It’s a miracle I don’t fall off him.
When I lean back into big, strong hands on my shoulders I realize why—Gavin’s holding me, his palms spread across my shoulder blades, making sure I don’t fall as I come.
I blink open my eyes. Is this really me? Yes, yes it is. I’m having sex like this. Sex I enjoy. Sex that isn’t a chore. Sex that’s fun and fiery.
And not at all over.
As an aftershock rips through me, I turn to Hollis and say, “I should ride him now and suck your other friend’s dick, right?”
I flash the most fantastic partner-in-crime grin his way, and Hollis returns it right back. “You took the words right out of my mouth, baby,” he says, a mastermind calling the shots.
Gavin, Rhys, and I play musical sex chairs, and after I slide a condom down Rhys’s fantastic shaft, I whisper to him, “That was my first time unassisted.”
His smile is downright swoony. “And you look so fucking gorgeous when you come, love.”
“You deserve to come too,” I say, then I spin around and sink down onto him reverse cowgirl.
I'm facing Gavin who's kneeling at the foot of the bed, watching me.
As Rhys fills me up, my thighs clench, and I moan from the delicious intrusion.
“Yesss,” I murmur, never breaking eye contact with Gavin’s deep hazel irises.
Rhys thrusts up, hard, powerful. “That what you wanted, love? My cock filling you all the fucking way?” He’s making sure I feel every inch of him all while Gavin stares down at me, breathing ragged, a racehorse ready to tear down the tracks.
Gavin’s cock is pointing at me, a bead of liquid arousal forming at the head. My mouth waters.
“I love it, Rhys,” I say to the man under me while I lock eyes with the man in front of me. “I love when you fuck me hard. Do you think Gavin wants to fuck my mouth hard too?”
The sound Gavin makes is animalistic.
“Her mouth is heaven, mate,” Rhys rasps out. “You’re gonna lose your mind.”
I curl a hand around Gavin’s cock, then say to him, “Why don’t you show me how you’d like to fuck my mouth?”
He shudders, and a drop of pre-come spills onto my hand.
“I will.” Gavin stands, takes one step closer to me on the bed, gripping his cock in one hand, then gathering my hair into his fist. “Open, sweetheart,” he demands.
“Show him how much you love giving head, baby,” Hollis chimes in from his chair, and I steal a quick glance at him. He’s a man in repose, with one leg crossed over the other knee. He might as well be smoking a cigar. He’s a director in charge of a scene.