Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Colin’s reaction is utterly gratifying, because for as much action as he talks about and I believe he gets, he’s reacting to my efforts like I’m giving him the best blow job he’s ever had.
The sounds he’s making — my god, I could almost come just from listening to him moan. And he’s stroking my face like I’m someone precious, but maybe these are just his standard moves.
Doesn’t matter; my only goal is to make him come.
“Watching is fun, but I’m not one to just sit around,” Zane says. As he tells me this, he lifts me by the waist so that I rise onto my knees. After spreading my legs, he lifts me further and slides beneath me, his back against the mattress. When he’s done, I’m straddling his face and he’s staring up at me with a devilish grin.
“What the —?”
“Have a seat,” he says. “Right here.” He sticks out his tongue and waggles it to make his intentions perfectly clear, and I swear I experience a brief, full-body blush.
Afraid I’ll smother him, I start to protest, but he pulls me even closer to his mouth before I can say anything, and the next thing I know, his tongue is slicking through my folds and fluttering over my clit, making me quiver.
I manage to return to Colin’s cock with renewed vigor, even though it’s sometimes hard to focus on what I’m doing with him while Zane is driving me wild. Colin seems even more turned on than he had been, maybe because he’s watching what Zane’s doing to me, and it isn’t long before he’s giving me a warning.
“Gonna come,” Colin grunts out.
I keep right on sucking, taking him as deep as I can, thrilled when his cock stiffens and then starts pulsing in my mouth, spurting his hot cum down my throat.
When he eventually pulls away, he looks utterly spent and mostly wrecked, mumbling an appreciative-sounding, “Fuck, that was good,” before sinking into a chair in the corner.
I turn my full focus to what Zane’s doing to me, and I’m surprised when I realize how in tune with my body he is. He seems to know exactly what I like best, and he easily finds the perfect rhythm to send me racing toward the edge of another climax. When he senses that I’m close, he pulls me down tighter onto his mouth and moves my body in a way that grinds me against his face.
He’s guiding me to fuck his face, and it’s incredibly dirty and probably the sexiest I’ve ever felt, especially because three other men are watching me do it.
“Oh god, oh Zane, oh fuck!” The screaming has officially started, and later I’ll hope that no one was on the other side of the wall trying to sleep while I was making so much noise, but right now, I can’t think about anything except how good Zane is making my body feel.
I come hard. My eyes pinch shut and I see stars.
He keeps licking me, keeps grinding me against him, and keeps me coming for an amount of time I didn’t think was possible. At least it seems that way. I really have no idea how much time actually passes.
But when I finally start to return to the real world, four sets of dark eyes are watching me; four men seem to be nearly as in awe of what just happened as I am. Or at least three of them do. Zane looks very self-satisfied and not at all surprised by my reaction.
“That was incredible,” I tell him, even though I think that was obvious.
His eyes smile up at me as he keeps licking, and suddenly it’s too much; my pussy feels too sensitive.
I’m overloaded, and need to wait for a reset. “I need a break,” I tell him as I pull away.
He supports my body as I move off of him, and I’m grateful for his assistance, because my legs have turned to jelly.
“Do you want to rest?” Jordan asks.
I shake my head and gesture down between my legs. “No, just part of me needs to rest.”
As Jordan nods, I gesture for Owen to come closer. “Do you want to get involved?” I ask him.
Beneath his pajama pants, his cock is hard, and from his expression, I feel certain I know the answer, but asking seemed like the right thing to do, especially since he’s been hanging back.
“No offense, Brittany,” he says, “but that’s a really dumb question.”
All five of us laugh, and I’m stunned at how comfortable I am with these men, and how well we’re getting along. I might have imagined that doing sexy stuff with them would be good — oh my god, is it good — but I also feel safe and respected, like they’re friends rather than just random partners who are making my body feel good, which is really strange considering what our relationship has been like since the tour started.