Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
“Sorry, what?” I stare at Heath.
“Your boyfriend was the first one to fist me, and to piss in my face. Call it addictive. Call him addictive.”
“It’s an accolade I hold dearly,” Josh says.
“He pisses in your face?” My curiosity spikes, damn pussy firing up again as I flashback to sitting in Daddy’s shower tray, my own golden flow unstoppable. And Daddy had been so tempted. I try to imagine Heath Mason on his knees, piss soaking his gorgeous long hair as Josh lets loose.
It’s me who looks like a kid in a sweet shop now. I can feel the greedy fascination emanating out of me.
“Piss play?!” I say. “Will you be doing that tonight?”
“That’s the plan,” Heath laughs. “Seems Josh has been keeping you in the dark a bit. Bad boy.”
I look at my boyfriend.
“Surprise!” he says, “told you it would happen when it would happen.”
He did tell me, more than once.
Heath raises his eyebrows. “She hasn’t done it before?”
Josh is still looking at me when he shakes his head. “No, but she’ll love it. I’ve been holding back on purpose.” He pauses. “Want to see some piss play with me and the Count, Ella?”
“Yes,” I reply, without so much as batting an eyelid. Then I down the rest of my wine. “Too right I do.”
“We’d better get to it, then,” Heath says, but then he holds up a finger. “But first, let’s get prepared.”
He disappears into the kitchen, and I don’t even know what to say to Josh. He’s been leaving me hanging for ages, hinting that we’d be hitting this kink when the time was right… and now I know why.
Heath appears with three pint glasses in his hands, filled to the brim with water.
“Is one for me?” I ask.
“Depends if you want to spectate or join in,” Heath says as he puts the glasses on the coffee table.
It’s another easy decision. I grab my glass and glug it back like I’m parched. I smack my lips when I’m done.
“I knew you’d be keen,” Josh says, then downs his in one long draw.
He has no fucking idea.
“And another wine,” Heath says and fills our glasses.
It still feels like I’m in some strange fantasy dream, naked and clinking glasses with a superstar.
“To the best golden showers!” my TV hero says and both me and Josh give a cheers.
How fucking surreal.
“Back in a minute,” Heath says and collects up the pint glasses.
“This is surreal.” I voice my thoughts to Josh.
“Surreal and beautiful,” he says and cups my face in his hands before kissing me.
I’m sucking the wine from his tongue when Heath returns with the pint glasses refilled.
“We always have two pints,” Heath says, passing out the glasses, “but if it’s too much for you, just drink what you can. Don’t go puking on the rug.”
His smile is warm as I take my glass from him.
“Thanks,” I say, “promise I won’t puke.”
It takes me four swallows to finish the whole pint while Heath tops up the wine again.
I shake my head no when he gestures to my wine glass. My head is already spinning enough.
Heath and Josh clink glasses. “Noroc!” Heath says and they knock their wine back in one go.
“You’ve said that before,” I say to Heath, “in the show before you drank a glass of blood.”
“I did indeed,” Heath says, licking his wine-red lips. “It’s Romanian for cheers.”
“Will you say it when you piss on me?” I ask, feeling a cocky wine glow.
“But of course, sweet curva,” Heath says and bows his head to me.
I look at him blankly.
He shrugs, “It means, slut, whore, bitch, that kinda thing.”
“Noroc, curva… cheers, slut,” I say and Heath laughs.
“Shall we get started?”
“Can’t wait,” I say and Heath gestures to the stairs.
I walk upstairs ahead of the guys, swaying my hips as I go. The wine and the banter have me on a horny high and there is no fighting the inner slut. I really want to do this. I really want to feel what it’s like to be pissed on, and to piss on someone. I’ve seen plenty videos of sluts enjoying it. I want to be that happy little curva.
We fall onto Heath’s bed together first, kissing, stroking, teasing. I could do this for ever, kissing two gorgeous guys with a laddered cock in each hand. It’s not just the dirtiness of the forbidden that enthrals me. It’s the energy under the surface. The way Heath kisses Josh like he means it, and the way Josh holds him close. The way they are so hungry for each other, pulling me into the frenzy. The energy between them is perfectly balanced. These men are equals. Filthy equals who want each other.
And want me, too…
I’m sucked into the heady atmosphere, craving everything there is to know. I want to share.
I want to share Josh with Heath…