Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Are you saying it’s better than waking up next to me?” she asked.
He gave her a lazy smile as he ran his hand up and down Eliot’s cock. “Course not, sweetie. Waking up with my cock in your pussy… nothing beats it.”
Eliot sucked in a breath. “Damn, that’s hot.”
“Would you like to do that sometime?” Marcus asked. “Sleep with your cock in her pussy or my ass?”
“Not so young anymore so I doubt it would stay up long enough.”
Marcus shrugged. “Yeah, it often slips free after a bit. Then I just latch onto her breast. Waking up with her nipple in my mouth also puts a smile on my dial. Much like yanking at your foghorn.”
“Yanking at my foghorn? Did you really just say that?” Eliot closed his eyes with a moan. “Fuck, you’re good at that.”
“Yeah, when I yank it, eventually your horn is going to blow.”
“Dear lord.”
Isla giggled.
Suddenly, Eliot sat up, and pushing Marcus onto his back, straddling his waist. Grabbing his hands, Eliot pinned them against the bed.
“Oh, yes, Daddy,” he practically purred.
“You’re trouble, little boy.”
“I know. But the best kind.”
“Definitely the best kind,” Eliot agreed. Then he leaned down to kiss him.
Oh, fuck yes.
Pulling back, Eliot lightly nipped his neck before sucking on the skin to soothe it. Marcus groaned.
Fuck. His cock was so hard. He needed release in the worst way.
“Please,” he whimpered.
“Oh, baby. Already?” Eliot murmured.
“Yes. Yes! Already!”
Marcus wasn’t used to denying himself.
“We’ve got so much more to go, trouble. I want you to place your hands under your pillow and keep them there. Understand? If you move them without permission, then you’ll be spanked and you’ll have to wait longer to come.”
“I get it. I understand.” He couldn’t wait much longer to come. He was already so hard it hurt.
“That’s my good boy. Let’s get you both naked.” Eliot drew the blankets off. Marcus was only wearing his boxers, while Isla had on an undershirt and panties. Eliot still wore his boxers and a T-shirt.
Suddenly, Marcus really wanted to run his tongue all over the other man’s body. Explore it.
Damn. Just lying here was going to be so hard. Eliot slowly drew Marcus’ boxers down, revealing his erection.
“Poor baby, you’re so hard, aren’t you?” He ran his finger over the head of Marcus’ dick.
Whoa. For a guy who hadn’t been with another man since college, he wasn’t hesitant at all.
He held up his finger and Marcus could see a drop of pre-cum sitting on it.
“Come here, Isla. Lick my finger clean.”
Isla sat up on her knees and scooted forward. His breath caught in his lungs as she wrapped her hands around Eliot’s and then licked his finger with delicate strokes of her tongue.
He wanted her tongue on his dick. Right freaking now.
“Good girl,” Eliot whispered huskily. “How does he taste?”
She glanced down at him. “Delicious.”
“She’s delicious too. Let me taste her?” he practically begged.
“Not a bad idea,” Eliot said. “But you’ll have to wait.”
He whimpered. “Why am I being punished? It’s so unfair.”
Eliot just grinned. Then he slid further down the bed so he could pull Marcus’ boxers off.
He sighed in relief at being free. But his relief was short-lived as Eliot moved over to where Isla still kneeled. He kissed her, his hand tangling in the hair at the back of her head to hold her still as he ravaged her mouth.
Marcus wanted to suck on her nipples while Eliot kissed her. To move his mouth down her stomach to her pussy while she sucked Eliot off. Eliot drew back and grabbing the bottom of her undershirt, he drew it up over her head. Marcus licked his lips as her breasts were revealed. She must have taken off her bra before her nap. Her nipples were hard, and she tried to put her hands over them, giving them both a shy look.
“Uh-uh, none of that,” Eliot chided. “Do I need to order you to put your hands behind you?”
She shook her head, her eyes wide.
“Try to hide from me again and I will,” he said commandingly.
Whoa. So hot.
Then Eliot cupped one breast, his tongue circling her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. Marcus’ breath came in fast pants. He wanted her other nipple desperately. Eliot turned to look at him, a knowing look on his face.
Asshole.
“Poor Marcus is feeling left out,” Eliot murmured. “Why don’t you feed him one of your nipples while I take off your panties.”
Isla looked to be in a daze as she moved onto her hands and knees and dangled a tasty nipple right above his mouth. He latched on with a sigh of pleasure.
Happy place reached.
“Do you like him sucking on your nipple?” Eliot asked. “Is he making your pussy all wet?”
“I-I…”
“Be honest.”
“Yes,” she cried.
“Good girl. I think that honesty deserves a reward. I want you to straddle his head facing his cock.”