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)
“I like taking turns,” she says with slow, tempting thrusts against me while she turns and stretches to kiss him.
She’s kissing him while dry humping my cock as the Rolling Stones’ “Start Me Up” plays on the ice rink’s sound system.
My mind pops. It whirs with lust and excitement. The chilly air feels supercharged. I never expected this when I accepted a trade to San Francisco. Never imagined a moment like this. And I don’t want to lose sight of what it means.
Fun, but intimacy. A risqué evening but trust, as well. Our sex is wild, but it’s also soul deep, even in an ice rink. All alone, in the cool air, we get to work taking care of Ivy’s needs. As she kisses Stefan again, I warm my hands then fiddle with the waistband of her leggings, pushing them down to slide my fingers over her belly button and inside her panties so I can tease her clit.
With a shuddery gasp, she breaks the kiss, letting her head fall back. “Oh god, yes.”
“You dirty girl,” I rasp out. “You’re already turned on from humping my dick.”
“I am,” she says as I maneuver a hand down to where she’s slick and hot.
She trembles, then a longer moan escapes those lush lips. Stefan reaches for her mouth, offering her his fingers. She draws one, then two past her lips as she rocks against my hand.
“She likes that,” Stefan says, like he did the first night we all hooked up in a chapel in Vegas, when we talked about her as we played with her.
“She loves it when we fuck her in public,” I say, stroking her more.
“Let me check,” Stefan says, like he’s just casually curious.
I grab her hips and lift her up a few inches, giving him room. He drops his fingers from her mouth, slides them inside her panties, and strokes her. She’s gasping, panting, and curling her hands around my shoulders to hold on.
With a rumble, he smiles, then brings his finger to his lips, sucking off her taste. “She gets so fucking wet, doesn’t she?”
“I love it when she’s dripping for us,” I say. “You need to fuck, don’t you baby?”
“Yes. Now please,” she whimpers.
Stefan tucks a finger under her chin. “Let’s get these leggings off you. I want to watch you fuck your husband right here on a Zamboni.”
Ivy shudders, and it’s clear that even though we’re both her boyfriends, she still loves the idea of being a hot wife. Of her husband sharing her.
I do, too, and so does Stefan. Terms are terms, words are words. We both know we’re in this together, all of us. We know, too, that sex is one of the things she needs a certain way—an overload of sensations.
Handing off roles.
Everything between us shared.
As he helps her push down her leggings, I unzip my jeans and free my cock.
Ivy stares wantonly at my dick, at attention and ready for her. Wrapping a hand around my shaft, she strokes up, then down.
“Get on him now, sweetheart,” Stefan says, lifting her back over me, and with her panties pulled to the side, I offer her my dick. She looks heavenly as she sinks down onto me, and I shudder down to my bones.
Yes. Fucking yes. She’s so snug and warm. My arms come up to her face, and I hold her as Stefan leans back, parks his hands behind his head and just…watches.
“My favorite view,” he says, admiring her.
She locks eyes with him as she rides my dick. “You like it when I fuck him, don’t you?”
“Love it, sweetheart,” he says.
“Why?” Her voice catches, filled with a new vulnerability.
Reaching forward, he slides a hand down her cheek as she rises up and down on my cock. “Because of how your cheeks pinken. How your lips part. How your eyes glass over. It’s fucking breathtaking to watch you get turned on.”
“I like looking at you when I fuck him,” she says, and the temperature in me shoots to the sky.
“I can tell. I can see it in your eyes,” he says in a sensual voice that excites her so she fucks me faster, more recklessly.
She drags her teeth across her lip, gazing at him as she rises up on me. I’m burning. I’m a furnace as she fucks. “Hayes likes it too, Stef. I can feel his cock getting thicker in me.”
I groan like an animal. She’s taking a page from our playbook, talking about me to him. It’s so fucking erotic, so ridiculously sexy, I don’t know if I can last.
“He fucks me deeper when I look at you,” she adds.
Stefan drags a thumb across her lower lip now. “You like that, sweetheart?”
“Love it,” she gasps, her voice breaking. I can hear the emotions and the heat, twining around each other. I want to wrap myself in them.