Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Carter seemed to know that I felt a little self-conscious, because he blew out a few of the candles. The darkness felt more intimate, but I could still see a little.
The bed shifted as Carter crawled onto it, his long limbs straddling mine. “Do you think you’d like being kissed all over?”
Oh god. My gulp was audible across the room. I’d thought about it. Wondered how it might feel, but I’d experienced it. I’d never pretended to onscreen. It certainly wasn’t part of the sex scene I’d filmed last year. Action stars like Aiden Hunt didn’t go down on women.
But apparently, these guys did.
“We can take it as slow as you’d like,” Tristan whispered in my ear. His hand settled on my stomach, pressing the silky shirt against my heated skin. My muscles tensed up until I filled my lungs with a deep breath.
Drew slid a finger along my collarbone, tracing along the top of my breasts. I moaned as he slid his finger along my cleavage. When he got to the first button that was fastened, he gave it a little tug. “May I?” he whispered.
Not quite trusting my voice, I nodded as my body trembled in anticipation.
Drew undid one button, spreading the two halves of the shirt wider, kissing my breast just above the bra cup. Then he undid another button, and Tristan kissed me on the other side.
My hips ground in little circles as anticipation filled me. Drew and Tristan took turns kissing and nibbling on my breasts until all the buttons were undone and the shirt fell open.
Carter gave a low whistle as he gazed at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
The intensity of his voice made my face flush with pleasure.
Tristan cupped my breast, squeezing it through the fabric of the cup. It felt so good that I instinctively turned toward him, and he nuzzled my neck. Drew caressed my other breast and I didn’t know which way to turn.
Large hands rubbed up and down my thighs. Carter straddled my knees, not putting his weight on me. His eyes were my breasts as he rubbed my legs.
He’d taken off his shirt, but he still had his jeans on.
“So many sensations,” I moaned. Carter’s large hands covered so much territory.
“Is it too much?” Tristan asked.
“No. Maybe. I don’t know—not yet.” Honestly, I wasn’t sure I knew which way was up anymore.
“Let us know if it becomes too much,” Drew said, and I nodded.
Carter leaned forward, putting his hands on either side of my hips. He buried his face in my cleavage, nuzzling me with his nose. He actually bit down on the lacy edge of one of the cups and gave a little tug. Then he released it, and said, “Can we take this off?”
Shyly, I nodded.
Almost as if they’d choreographed it, Carter slipped his arm under me and pulled me to a sitting position. He claimed my mouth again as the sleeves of Carter’s shirt were pulled off my arms. A warm hand undid the clasp behind me. The kiss was so intense I didn’t even realize I was topless until a large hand cupped my breast and a thumb rolled my nipple.
It was Carter, I realized, because the hand moved when he gently laid me back on the bed. Then he put his head back between my breasts, this time making a long lick up my cleavage. His warm breath spread over my skin, and my nipples hardened into little points.
“Have a taste,” Carter said to the other two, turning me on because he had offered me to them. I never would’ve thought he was a man who knew how to share.
Drew moved in first, taking a tentative lick at my nipple, but I put my hand on his chest to stop him. “Can you take off your shirt?” I whispered. I was nearly naked, wearing only my panties, and the men were mostly still dressed.
He obliged, and Tristan did, too. Now all of us were shirtless.
Carter planted a kiss on my ribcage, then another on my abdomen. I held my breath, wondering where the next one would be, but then I got distracted by Tristan’s lips closing around my nipple.
God, it felt good when he sucked it into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. I didn’t even have time to contemplate how good it felt when the intensity doubled. Drew had his mouth on my other side, and the two men’s techniques were just different enough to send my sense into overload.
I groaned, lifting my hips slightly off the bed. Carter moved his hands to my hips, stroking above and below my panties. Then he slid a finger under each side, stretching the fabric. “May I?” he murmured.
“Yes,” I moaned, but it was as much in response to the wonderful sensation on my breasts as Carter’s question. He waited, his eyes on mine. I looked over Drew and Tristan’s hair and nodded to Carter.