Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
“Well, if it’s just me and a woman, I like fucking up against the wall. But if it’s me and a friend and a woman, then I like to be on the top, controlling the double penetration.”
When Allie’s cheeks flare a sweet pink color, and her lips part, I get the little indication I was hoping for. Our girl might be a virgin, but she’s a closet freak, too.
There’s a murmur of what sounds like agreement and interest.
“Have you and Gabe fucked a girl together?” Clay asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “More than one.”
“Shit. Twenty inches of combined meat.” Jonas shakes his head. “That must have been something to witness.”
“Now that’s what I call a stretch of the imagination.” Stefan earns a rumble of laughter from the group.
“It was sexy as fuck,” I say. “It just takes a little patience and a lot of trust.”
“Trust?” Allie adjusts her seating position. “That’s interesting. How do you think trust plays a bigger role in sex when you're the way you are?”
“When a person has a big dick, you mean?” I raise my chin as Allie blushes. It’s exactly the response I was hoping for.
“That’s two questions for Theron,” Carson says. “You have to spin again, Allie.”
“Sure.” Her eyes drop to the bottle, but I see the flush across her clavicle and the slight uncertainty in her motion. These conversations are getting to her. Our pretty little virgin is turned on.
And not only that.
She’s possibly a little tempted, too.
Damn, I hope she wants to give in to the temptation.
I could make her feel so good. I could make her feel like the goddess she is.
And I’m not the only one. I sweep the room, taking in my competition and find nine other men who are worthy of the prize. As Clay said, there are ten decent men here, and I couldn’t pick out from us who Allie would choose.
Maybe she wouldn’t want to choose just one of us. Maybe she’d want to explore what I was talking about. A little two-on-one can be a lot of fun. I’ve never gone higher than that, but I know men who have. Ten on one would be hard for a pro to take, forget about someone as innocent as Allie, so she’d need to make a choice at some point.
We carry on playing this modified version of spin the bottle and I get to learn things about other men’s cocks and sexual experiences that I’d prefer not to. It’s funny that a group of strangers can feel so much like buddies after such a short time, and I wonder if it’s got something to do with the constant confessions we’re being asked to make.
Men don’t tend to share this way when we’re hanging out at the bar or watching sports. I know more about these guys than I know about some of my buddies from high school.
At around ten in the evening, Allie yawns and stretches. “I think it’s time for me to hit the sack,” she says. “Are you guys all set up with everything you need?”
There’s a murmur of affirmation, and Allie rises from the sofa and heads to the kitchen, fixing herself a glass of water. The room drifts into silence. All the attention is fixed on her sweet body and glossy hair and the way she walks, which is part sexy sway, and part girly happiness. When she passes, she waves goodnight, and everyone watches her relaxed assent up the stairs like hungry dogs fixating on a damn bone. Damn, those shorts should be made illegal. Or compulsory. I’m torn.
It’s not until the click of her door shutting is heard that every man in the room relaxes.
“Damn,” I say, shaking my head. “That girl…”
“She’s hotter than fire,” Jonas says.
“The way she talks about sex with confidence but then blushes is so damned adorable,” Gabe agrees.
“The way she moves,” Carson adds.
Oliver shakes his head and I think he’s going to object to our objectification, but he doesn’t. “She’s really something,” he says.
“Intelligent.” Tom lists, folding his finger over.
“Kind,” Russell says, and we all turn to stare at him. The dude barely said a word all night.
“Funny,” Clay adds.
“You mean, good sense of humor.” Trust Stefan to refer to our earlier conversation.
“Virgin,” Jimmy says, finally stating the thing about Allie that most of us have been thinking about.
“How?” I ask. “I mean…just, how?”
“I know, dude.” Jimmy rests his feet on the table, relaxing now it’s just the guys in the room. “How someone hasn’t tapped that yet, I don’t know.”
“I think it’s great,” Tom says. “Good for her. There are a lot of assholes out there. If Allie’s good at weeding them out, then more power to her.”
“But it’s such a waste.” Jonas stands, gesticulating with a passion that I understand. “All that pleasure she’s been missing out on.”