Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Because I like the sound she makes when she comes more,” Ryker says, and pleasure twists in my belly, a low, delicious pull that signals a storm is coming soon.
“I’m close,” I say on a whimper.
Chase growls. “Me too. She sounds so fucking hot when she comes,” he says, then serves me his dick again, and I take it, lapping up his thick shaft. “Need to hear that sound real soon. Can you get her there, man?”
I’m nearly there from their words, and I can’t answer with my own, but I just nod desperately so they know I’m right there with them on the edge, then I maneuver a hand between my thighs, over Ryker’s, rubbing my clit with him.
He strokes and fucks, and soon, the pleasure is barreling through me, and I’m tipping over the edge, shattering in a million ecstatic pieces. There’s no room in me for anything but pure erotic bliss. It surges from my center to the ends of me.
“Let us hear you, baby,” Chase urges, easing out. “Be as loud as you want.”
I’m crying out instantly from the climax, while Ryker slams deeply into me, chasing his own.
He’s close as well. I can tell by his pants. By the hard, heavy grunts. Chase is too, stroking his dick by my face. I want to finish him off with my mouth, but all at once, my brain pops with an image.
“Come on me. At the same time,” I demand.
Chase roars. “You heard her,” he says to his partner in pleasing me.
In no time, Ryker pulls out, while Chase flips me to my back effortlessly. Ryker must remove the condom in a flurry, since he’s bare now, bending over me, jerking his dick on my stomach till he comes with a howl, ropes of white streaking across my stomach.
“Yes, fucking yes,” Chase says, and the sight must send him over the cliff too, since he’s painting my tits with his come.
The sight is so dirty, so sexy that I shove a hand between my thighs, flicking my clit furiously while rubbing their come into my tits with my other hand. Seconds later, I’m launching myself into a third orgasm from my own fingers.
As I come loudly, they’re sandwiching me while kissing my face, my hair, my cheeks. They’re adoring me with their mouths and their tender touches as I pant and moan. Then, they both curl against me, holding me post-orgasm till I come down from this high.
Only I don’t think I ever will.
Sex is messy when you’re doing it with one person. But two? This shower is extra necessary.
I’m standing under the rainfall shower in Chase’s city of a bathroom, finally clean of the evidence of my double dose of spunk but savoring the hot water.
Oh, and I’m savoring Ryker’s hands on me. His attention makes me feel soft and special.
After a speed demon shower before I got in, Chase left to take Nacho for a pee break. That’s something Jasper never did—walk my dog—so I’m feeling a little soft and squishy for Chase too.
Ryker stands behind me, roaming his soapy hands down my back, spreading my strawberry bodywash over my skin. When he finishes my back, he spins me around and washes my arms, then my belly one more time. When he’s done, he meets my gaze, a concerned look in his dark eyes. “How are you feeling?”
I blink as the steam enrobes us, trying to get a read on him, but his face is stoic again. “Um, good? Should I not be good?”
He drops a kiss to my forehead, lingering there. “Just making sure. It was a lot for you,” he says softly.
Ohh.
Wow. That’s another thing I’m not used to either. A guy checking in with me post-sex. Asking thoughtful questions. My skin warms up, and I don’t think it’s from the heat of the shower.
“Turns out I like…a lot,” I say, a little vulnerable as I make that admission.
He tucks a finger under my chin. His midnight blue eyes capture mine with a steadiness that unnerves me since I don’t know what it means. Especially since he’s so quiet as he studies me, head tilted, thumb stroking my chin. Then, at last, he speaks. “Me too.”
My heart beats so fast, understanding his silence now. I swallow, trying to figure out what to say next. But maybe this is one of those times when words don’t matter.
I just let out a heady breath and say, “I’m still hungry. Are you?”
With a smile, he says, “Famished.”
Dried off and lotioned up, I pull on an An Open Book T-shirt, with the words I like big books and I cannot lie on it. Then I grab a pair of sleep shorts from my bag in my room, along with my glasses, and pad out to the kitchen where I’m greeted by twenty pounds of love, charging me.