Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
But the decor isn’t what grabs my attention.
Even before my eyes adjusted, the sounds hit my ears. My legs instantly go weak, fingertips buzzing. Moans, grunts, groans, bellows of pleasure, and the slapping of flesh on flesh. It’s the noise of sex—of dozens of people fucking and writhing and climaxing, and it encompasses me before my brain even manages to untangle the mounds into the shapes of people and body parts.
And then I take it all in, unhurriedly scanning from end to end while Declan patiently waits, hand still cupping my elbow. I have no idea how long—seconds, minutes, a lifetime—passes without a word spoken as I devour my first live-action porn of epic proportions.
The group closest to me occupies a chaise as wide as a queen bed. One, two, three, four… no, five people in a writhing mass of entwined arms and legs. It takes a moment to work out what I’m seeing. Once I do, the heat suffusing my face could rival a five-alarm fire, but my embarrassment isn’t enough to make me look away from the absolute debauchery.
While on her back, a woman splays her legs wider than what seems humanly possible while two men fuck her at the same time. As in both have their cocks inside her, side by side, and I’m not sure I even knew that was possible. By her head, another man kneels on the edge of the chaise. He thrusts his shaft into her willing mouth while she clutches his hips hard, hungrily gobbling down every inch he feeds her.
But what shocks my sexual sensibilities the most is group member number five.
It’s a man… He stands behind the one currently shoving his dick into the woman’s mouth. His feet are firmly planted on the floor. But he has his hands full of the other man’s ass… while he slowly fucks in and out of it, his motions perfectly matching the rhythm of the blow job.
Until this moment, I’ve never seen two men together outside of porn.
I mean, I’ve imagined it a million times. I’ve seen porn. When I found out Caleb was bisexual and was leaving me for a man, I bitterly wondered if he prefers to top or bottom. But I’ve never thought it would be so beautifully masculine to watch a man plow another man’s ass from behind… while the one getting fucked is also getting a blow job.
It’s just… surreal.
As I continue to take in the other spectacles around the room, it quickly becomes apparent that I’m incredibly turned on. Steady throbs pulse between my thighs, my panties already damp.
Greedily, I rove my gaze over the tangles of bodies—from singular couples to groups of three, four, five. Each person seems sheathed in the passionate throes of pleasure and brazen decadence. Ashamedly, I want a taste of it.
A pit forming in my stomach, I twist toward Declan, thinking he’ll be watching the action, too. But he’s not… he’s studying me with a laser-like intensity I feel all the way to my toes.
His eyes are banked with flame and promise. Filled with lust and indecision.
“I knew this would end up being a bad idea,” he murmurs. He speaks so softly I’m not sure if I heard him correctly.
I knew it, too, but I don’t validate him. I can’t. My throat is too dry, and my pussy is too wet.
“Not once,” he grits out with underlying anger laced within his words. “Not once have I ever crossed a line with an employee.”
“M-m-m-aybe should we leave?” I stammer, the vibe of fury I’m getting both intimidating and strangely exciting me.
Declan bends in toward me. “It’s either that, Miss Robbins,” he says in clear warning. “Or I bend you over the nearest lounge chair and fuck you hard.”
That should send me scurrying away in fear. While he’s clearly attracted to me, he’s pissed about it. Furious we’re in this situation, but seriously… he knew what this was all about, and I didn’t. He knew exactly what we’d see here, and he damn well knew he’d most likely have a reaction. He had to have known I would, too.
“This is your fault,” I accuse, pointing a shaky finger. “You had to have known this was a bad idea from the start.”
Declan tips his head, moving in so close I swear I can feel his heartbeat. “What I knew is I’d be turned on in here. I always am. What I didn’t anticipate was you having such a strong reaction, nor how much I liked that reaction.”
My chin jerks inward. “Strong reaction?”
“Every inch of you is primed, Miss Robbins,” he replies blandly. “I can see it in your eyes, your posture. I can tell by the rise and fall of your chest.”
“You can’t possibly—”
“If I slip my fingers in between your legs right now, you’ll be sopping wet,” he challenges. “I bet I could get you to orgasm in seconds. Don’t try to deny it.”