Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I said.
“Then lean back.”
How? I was perched on a tree branch, though I had to admit, it was a wide and stable one. We needed to get a bench this exact height for the suite.
Then Jude’s arms snaked around my waist like a seatbelt. “I’ve got you.”
His arms felt so good hugging me to him. I leaned back against him, confident he’d never let me fall.
Mason traced his finger along the edges of my panties, his touch just firm enough not to tickle. “Such soft, sexy panties,” he said. “Are they your favorite?”
It was hard to focus with him touching me like that, but I tried. “I don’t really have a favorite pair—”
“Good,” he said, grasping the crotch and pulling sharply. The strings holding the sides together snapped and just like that, the raw night air swirled past my heated slit.
“Touch yourself,” Mason ordered, and I gasped. Here? Now? But no one was around but the three of them. I just liked it better when they were the ones doing the touching.
Tentatively, I placed a hand on my chest, squeezing my breast through my shirt.
“Not there,” Mason said gruffly. “Jude can do that.”
What?
Jude’s hands, wrapped around my waist, slid upward. He cupped my breasts, squeezing and lifting them. Then he pushed the bra cups up, caressing my bare breasts. My loud moan echoed in the trees.
Mason took my hand and pushed it between my legs. With the way they were spread so wide, my short skirt had bunched up at my hips and wasn’t covering much of anything anymore. Mason pressed my index finger into my folds, and I stroked myself. I was so wet, my finger glided easily back and forth.
Then he reclaimed my hand, tugging it up toward his mouth. He sucked the moisture off my fingers, grunting with pleasure. “You taste so fucking good. Keep stroking yourself,” he ordered. He was bossy as hell but he had me so turned on, I couldn’t think straight.
My breathing sped up as Jude played with my nipples and I flicked my finger past my clit, then down, circling my entrance. Mason caught my hand again and lifted it up, offering it to Parker. “Want to taste her?”
“Already have,” Parker said smugly.
Mason shook his head. “I knew it, you son of a bitch.” He sounded more impressed than angry, though. Men were weird.
“I haven’t,” Jude said from behind me, and I wiggled my hand out of Mason’s grip and crossed my arm across my chest, resting my hand on my opposite shoulder. Jude’s warm mouth engulfed my fingers. Mm…there was nothing like a man who knew how much suction to apply.
Jude let my fingers slide out of his mouth and I turned my attention back to Mason.
“Have you thought about all three of us touching you like this?” He pushed my thigh to the side. “Hold her other leg,” he said to Parker. My legs were spread about as wide as they could get. Mason ground against me, the hard bulge in his pants lining up perfectly with my heated folds.
I moaned and threw my head back, almost hitting Jude. “Easy there,” he whispered. As he rolled my nipples with his fingers, I turned my head, and his mouth met mine for a quick but intense kiss. But then he nudged me forward again. “I believe Mason asked you a question.”
“Yes,” I said, repeating it so they’d know it wasn’t just a moan. “Yes, I’ve thought about all three of you touching me.”
“What else?” Mason demanded.
“All of the things we talk about at night,” I said, moaning between responses. The denim of Mason’s jeans was rough, but the way he ground against me drove me crazy.
“Do you want those things to happen for real?” Parker asked. His voice was like a soothing balm compared to the rough, husky cadence of Mason’s when he was turned on.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“They can, you know,” Parker said.
Which ones was he referring to? I wanted to know, but then Mason knelt down so his head was between my legs.
Oh God.
Oh my God, was he really going to—
Yes. The answer was yes. Here at the party. At night. With his two closest friends right next to him.
His tongue touched my seam and I shrieked.
Parker chuckled and squeezed my thigh that he was still holding. Then he took my chin in his free hand and tilted my head toward him. He kissed me, a gentle, reassuring kiss. It felt so good I didn’t even jump when Mason slid his tongue between my folds and found my clit. The quick contact almost triggered the sensations built up inside me to overflow, but then his tongue was gone, and a long finger circled my entrance.
“Just let it happen,” Parker said. “You know you want to.”
I did. I really did. But it was just so much. I’d never had three men touch me before. I’d never had my nipples stimulated and my slit licked and my mouth kissed all at the same time. It felt like the impending orgasm might be so strong, it’d break me.