Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” Graham asked. It was an innocent question, and yet everything inside me tightened at the sensual undertone.
“Hails and I were thinking we could watch a movie,” Logan said. “The three of us on the couch together, just like old times.”
Hopefully, not exactly like old times.
“Sounds perfect,” said Graham.
We left the dishes in the sink to deal with later and moved into the living area. The cozy space included an armchair in addition to the couch, but both men chose the couch, settling in on either side of me. The fit was tight; Graham and Logan weren’t small people, and neither was I. My dress rode up as I made myself comfortable.
Logan picked up the TV remote. “Let’s see what we’ve got to work with.”
The TV had a few built-in streaming services. Logan logged us into one of them and began scrolling through the options. We landed on an action movie that none of us had seen before. But it didn’t matter what was on the screen. I couldn’t focus on the movie with their thighs touching mine, warming me, even through their pants.
Graham reached over to take one of my hands, drawing it into his lap. I was pretty sure I could make out the exact shape of his cock pressed against the front of his jeans in the flickering light from the TV screen, but he didn’t bring my hand to touch him there. He only laced our fingers, keeping his gaze on the TV. I suddenly felt like a pervert for only thinking about sex when it was clear that he was enjoying our intimacy.
Logan draped his arm around my shoulders. I tried my best—I really did—to focus on the movie. But after twenty minutes, I could barely sit still. I didn’t understand how I was the only one dying to get my hands on them.
Then I realized that they were probably waiting for me to make the first move. After all, that was how it had played out with Uncle Logan. He’d watched me for years before our relationship turned physical. I wasn’t a virgin anymore, but I had zero experience being with two men at the same time. These men loved me; they wouldn’t want to pressure me into anything I wasn’t ready for. I needed to show them that I was more than ready for them now.
I channeled the confidence I’d gained from roleplaying as their private cam girl and turned to face Graham. My heart pounded in my throat as I untangled our fingers and then placed my hand on his leg. He looked at me with hunger in his eyes, the TV completely forgotten.
“Kiss me,” I said.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
I cheered internally as he cradled the back of my neck and pulled me toward him, capturing my lips in a kiss that proved I wasn’t the only one on this couch burning to make things happen. His beard tickled my face. I put all my effort into acquainting myself with this unfamiliar part of him, introducing myself to his lips and tongue.
Logan’s hands cupped my breasts, lifting and squeezing. I whimpered as he pinched my nipples through my clothes. Graham used my distraction to his advantage, thrusting his tongue between my lips and groaning into my mouth.
Leaning back against Logan’s chest, I let my hands roam down Graham’s chest and abdomen, then lower, rubbing my palm over his bulge. He was big, just like Logan. I couldn’t wait to get my hands, mouth, and everything else all over their cocks.
Graham broke the kiss, looking at me with eyes so dark I was convinced I could drown in them. He helped Logan pull my dress off over my head, exposing my pink lace bra.
“Fuck, baby girl, they look even better in person,” Graham rasped. “You’re practically spilling out of your bra.” His warm hands traced the sides of my belly, while his gaze remained locked on my chest.
Logan pushed my breasts together, emphasizing my cleavage. “Just wait ’til you see them without the bra.” He swept my hair away from my neck and then pressed his lips to my shoulder. I arched my back, thrusting out my chest as he trailed kisses up my neck to my earlobe, which he then bit. “She has the most delicious nipples.”
“Now you’re just trying to make me jealous,” Graham said. I shivered with anticipation as he traced the skin above the scalloped edge of my bra cup with his fingertips. “I’ve been obsessed with your tits for over a year now. Can I taste you here, baby?”
I started to say yes, but the word morphed into a gasp as Logan flicked my nipples. Both men chuckled as I writhed between them, so turned-on that I could barely form words.