Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
“Do you want me to leave?”
I’m all worked up. Like… sopping wet from all this anticipation. And there is a man here. A very attractive man with a very nice cock. A man who I’ve already been with.
In my head, I hear Locke saying, Your move, Nova.
So I make it.
I reach for Olsen and press my body against his. He responds with a kiss. And this is when I realize he kisses like Locke. Slow, and deliberate, and purposeful. His hands come up to my face and then he takes my hand, but instead of placing it over his dick or shoving it inside his pants, he places it between my own legs. Then he uses my finger to massage my clit.
My panties are so wet.
Olsen leans in to my neck and whispers, “Come on, Ryan. Let’s make you feel good.” Then he takes his kisses to my ear, and my neck, and my shoulder as he uses my hand to pleasure myself.
I gasp a little when he slides my panties aside and pushes my own finger up inside me. I am so wet. And I can smell my own lust. A sweet smell fills the air even before he pulls my finger out and brings it up to his mouth. I watch him suck on my finger the way a woman might suck on a man’s cock. And I picture Locke’s dick in his mouth.
They didn’t do that the other night, but that doesn’t mean they never have.
He removes my finger from his mouth. “What would you like me to do now?”
I’m confused for a moment. So I bite my lip.
“Don’t be shy, Ryan.” Olsen kisses my wet knuckle. “Locke didn’t give you to me, babe. He gave me to you. So tell me what you need.” He kisses me again, giving me time to work this out.
Locke brought me here, undressed me, got me worked up, made me wait, then sent Olsen to do his job.
I open my eyes and look around. And there he is. Leaning against the side of a tree, partially covered by tree boughs and leaves. But clearly, he is watching. And he’s jerking off.
He smiles when he realizes I see him. And I can practically read his mind.
Put on a good show, Ryan.
If Olsen didn’t push me into the tree truck and obstruct my view of Locke, I might’ve slow-clapped and said, ‘Nice move.’
But now it’s my turn.
What will I do?
There are so many choices. But only one way forward. I could just make him get me off. But that’s not a move forward. It’s lateral, at best.
So I lean into Olsen’s neck and I whisper, “I need Locke to join us.”
Olsen laughs and this gives him away. He knew Locke was watching.
He looks over his shoulder and calls, “She wants you to join in, Locke.”
Locke steps out of the woods, dick in hand, serious look on his face now. He jerks on his cock as he walks over to us, his jeans barely hanging over his hips, his shirt missing.
After he ducks under the canopy of willow leaves, he stops. “Now what, Ryan? What happens next?”
I nod my head to Olsen. “You suck his cock.”
Locke’s smile is immediate. “You think I haven’t done that before?”
“I don’t care if you’ve done it before. I want to see you do it now.”
“Let me tell you how this is gonna go, Nova Ryan.” He points to Olsen. “He’s going to sit down. You’re going to get in his lap. Then I’m going to put his dick inside you. And then… maybe… I will let him fuck you and suck me for our mutual pleasure.”
“That’s not what I asked for.”
“No. You’re not going to get your way this early in the game. But I do love that you made a bold move.” He nods to Olsen, but his eyes are on me.
Olsen takes off his shirt, tosses it aside, and a couple seconds later, he’s sitting on the ground, back against the tree. He pats his thigh. “Get on, Ryan.”
I move to do that—but Locke grabs my upper arm. When I turn to him, he lets go. Then, in one swift, two-handed motion, he pulls my bra down, releasing my tits from their confinement. “Olsen likes to suck tits.”
“Should I take off my underwear?”
“No. Your panties won’t be in my way, don’t worry. Now sit in his lap.”
I let out a long breath, then turn to Olsen and straddle him. He’s looking up at me. Not grinning with happiness. Not scowling, either. It’s something else. Lust, I think. Or… I don’t know. Something else.
I sit down on his lap and immediately his hands begin playing with my breasts. He pinches my nipples, rolling them back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.
Locke takes off his pants and then he’s naked. When Locke positions himself behind me, I bite my lip. I’m going to put his dick inside you. That’s what he said.