Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Hayes comes to my side, staring salaciously at my breasts, gaze lasered in on the right one with the silver barbell through it. “Been obsessed with this since the day I knew you had one,” he says, flicking it.
I moan. The chain reaction begins. Another flick, and I gasp louder.
“You’ll be obsessed with this too,” Stefan says, then tosses my panties up at him.
Oh.
Well.
I wasn’t expecting that either. Or for Hayes to bring my panties to his nose. He draws a deep, hungry inhale, then growls before he tosses them on the floor.
I’m even wetter, but I’m also the only one naked. And I feel…exposed. A little uncertain. They’re so good at this, and I’m such a rookie. “What are we doing now?” I ask, glancing at the glass next to me.
The city is lit up after dark. Even though it’s the middle of the night, cabs and cars cruise along the Strip, taking partiers to their next destinations, bringing others to the end of their evenings at last.
Across from us is the other tower to this hotel. Hayes spins me around. “Hands up against the window,” he tells me, then positions me in full view of Las Vegas. Stefan moves so he’s kneeling between me and the window.
I know what they’re going to do to me, and I’m so wet it’s obscene.
All of Vegas can see my naked body.
To anyone out there, I’m just another girl up against the glass. To me, I’m finally a girl who’s wanted desperately. Anyone can see how wanted I am. Anyone can watch us. We’re far away from prying eyes. I don’t think peeping Toms could tell who we are—or that they’d care, frankly—but no doubt someone out there is walking past a window, doing a double take, calling over a friend or a partner, then whispering, “Hey, check that out across the Strip.”
Then, they’ll watch three people getting it on in full view.
Why does this idea excite me so much? Someone watching me? Have I always been an exhibitionist and didn’t know it till I spotted Hayes on the rooftop? Till he asked me my kink? Till Stefan walked into the chapel earlier tonight and unlocked it fully for me? Have I subconsciously craved eyes on me this whole time?
I don’t know the answer. But the possibility that someone in the city of sin can see how much two men want me is electrifying. That’s not all though. I hope the world can tell how intoxicated I am on them.
Because I am simply drunk on this new desire.
Hayes moves my hair to the side of my shoulder and drags a finger down the back of my neck while Stefan kisses right above my knees.
“You’re making it hard to think,” I murmur.
Stefan dusts his lips to the inside of my thigh. “Don’t think. Just feel. Just let yourself be the greedy girl you are. That’s who you can be with us. Be that girl.”
God, I think I will. My whole body hums as Stefan kisses up my thighs while Hayes’s big hands come around and cup my tits. The sound he makes is nothing I’ve ever heard before. It’s a low, dirty rumble, masculine and demanding as he slides his thumb across my piercing, then bites out: “Do you have any idea how crazy this has made me since the equipment room?”
Did he see the outline through my shirt? I’m usually discreet in my bra choices. “You noticed it then?”
Stefan laughs from below, his hands sliding up my thighs, his face dangerously near my pussy. “Did it drive you insane?” Stefan asks Hayes. “I had a feeling you’d be obsessed with it.”
“Obsessed barely covers it,” Hayes rasps out, running his fingers along the metal.
“Why did you want me to have one?” I ask Hayes.
“Why do you have it?”
Feeling bold, I answer with, “Because it makes me feel so good when I play with my tits.”
Stefan growls a yes against my center.
“Fuuuuck,” Hayes grunts against my ear, then licks the lobe while pinching my pierced nipple.
Like they know exactly how to play their favorite instrument, Stefan presses a tantalizing kiss to my throbbing clit, sucking hard and making me grab his thick hair. But he stops abruptly, meeting my gaze with his hungry eyes. “You want me to eat this pussy, sweetheart?”
Um, yeah. “So badly,” I gasp.
“Then, play with your tits too. It’ll drive your husband even wilder.”
As Stefan kisses the inside of my thigh with whisper-soft lips, I cover Hayes’s hands and together, we play with my tits. Stefan is off to the races, licking right up my seam as Hayes squeezes my tits and devours my neck.
I groan, rocking against Stefan’s face from the doubling of my pleasure. My tits are like a direct connection to my clit, so everything is amplified.
While Stefan eats my pussy, Hayes and I work together to fondle and knead, pinch and squeeze. The twin sensations of hands and tongue drive me wild. The man on his knees laps me up like I’m the best thing he’s tasted in ages. But soon, the pleasure is too intense for me to concentrate on playing with my breasts, so I let go, needing desperately to hold onto Stefan again.