Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Bad girl,” Thoreau said with a smile, earning a nod from Wyatt.
“That’s right. Which is why I gave her a spanking once she got it in.”
Fiona shivered against him at the memory.
“I’m sorry I missed that.”
“You’ll see it again.” Wyatt sounded confident. “She loves it, don’t you, Fi?”
“Yes.” Fiona’s voice was muffled against Thoreau’s flesh, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head when she tongued one of his nipples.
“Fuck.”
“Not yet,” Wyatt ordered, working the plug slowly out while Fiona sucked his flesh. “There we go.”
Wyatt hopped off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom, and Thoreau cupped her ass gently in his hands. “I want to see how pink these cheeks are, but I’m not letting you go long enough to find out.”
“Do you want a spanking, too?” she whispered against his temple. When Thoreau stilled his caress, she lifted her head, her expression warm and aroused. Accepting. “He’s good at it, you know. And what he does to you after makes it feel even better.”
“Fiona,” he whispered his own warning. Wyatt wasn’t ready for that. Might never be.
“I love you,” she said again. “And someone told me that Wyatt takes his time, but then he sticks. Neither one of us is going anywhere unless you want us to. WTF FTW.”
Wyatt, Thoreau and Fiona. For the win.
Thoreau’s mouth was still gaping when Wyatt joined them again, a bottle of lube in his hand. He was laughing. “Sorry, man. You know I suck at keeping things to myself. And you brought home that three-pack, so it’s not like she wasn’t going to find out.”
Fiona leaned into Wyatt, kissing him as Thoreau watched from his position beneath them. His. This could be his from now on. He gripped her ass more firmly and she gasped into Wyatt’s mouth.
“He might be more impatient than you,” Wyatt growled when he lifted his mouth.
“Wanna bet, firecracker?”
Thoreau dragged her up his body, groaning at the hot, wet glide as she slid against his shaft. “Please. I need…” He broke off when Fiona started to roll her hips, riding his cock without letting him inside. “Fi.”
“He needs you. We need you, Fiona. Are you ready to make your favorite fantasy come true?”
Say yes, Fi. Fuck, please God, say yes.
“Yes, Wyatt. Yes.”
“You know how much I love that word.”
Thoreau felt Wyatt’s hair-roughened knees spreading his legs to make room behind Fiona and his cock pulsed in reaction.
“Oh, he liked that,” Fiona said, staring down at him in fascination.
“Don’t tease the man when he needs you, Fi.”
Thoreau watched, his own hand on his cock, as Wyatt helped position her. Then he felt her lips part and her wet heat surrounding him so tightly he moaned. “So good.”
“She loves your hammer, Thor.” Wyatt’s soft tease made both Thoreau and Fiona shiver. “Take all of him, baby. Take everything and I’ll give you more.”
Jesus, he wasn’t sure he was going to survive this. She felt too good. Wyatt’s voice drifting over them, watching and directing them as Fiona took him deep… It was too much.
When Fiona leaned forward and kissed his lower lip, Thoreau opened his eyes. Hers were dilated, a storm of silvery green and full of arousal. She gasped, her eyes widening, and he could hear the wet sound of lube on flesh as Wyatt got her ready for him.
This was happening. Finally. Both of them. He would have both of them together. He could already feel Wyatt’s fingers against his cock as he worked them into her ass. He needed to think of something else so he didn’t explode.
Fermentation?
No, fuck it, he just wanted more of this. His hips lifted off the bed impatiently and Fiona moaned.
“Hold on now, Thor,” Wyatt rasped. “Let me in before you start this ride.”
He held his breath when Fiona cried out above him, her muscles tightening around him as Wyatt worked his way inside her from behind.
“Fuck,” Thor shouted, feeling Fiona’s whole body tense when he was finally in. He lifted his head to kiss the blissful tears off her cheeks. “You okay, Fi? Feel good?”
She blew out a shaky breath and nodded jerkily. “So much. So full. Oh God, Wyatt. I can feel both of you.”
“Me too.” Wyatt sounded like he was talking through a clenched jaw. “You’re so tight, baby. I need to fuck you, but you’re so damn tight.”
“Do it,” she begged.
“I second that emotion,” Thoreau managed. “I need to move.”
“I’m driving,” Wyatt growled, his chest pushing against Fiona’s back until she was pressed against Thoreau and he was hovering over both of them. “Same rules apply now, Thor. Follow my lead.”
That was all he wanted.
Thoreau couldn’t wrap his head around how good this felt. Everything. He felt everything. He followed Wyatt’s rhythm, slow at first, to make sure she could handle it, then a little faster. A little deeper.