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)
I keep pushing – but it’s not paranoia, or insecurity driving me on with her. I don’t feel threatened in the slightest. No doubt, she’s as loyal as he is.
“Do you think it could be like that with you and Weston?” I ask her. “Could you switch off the emotions and let the fantasies run free?”
“Probably, yeah.” She looks at me, dead serious. “If you’re worried about something happening between me and Josh though, you needn’t be. Seriously. We aren’t ever going to be anything more than friends. That’s a promise.”
“No, no,” I say. “I’m not worried, and that isn’t to test the water or anything, I’m just curious.”
“Curious? Yeah, I bet you are. There’s an awful lot you’ve got to be curious about right now. You’re still a hot little newbie on the road to hardcore. It’s a speedy journey.” She checks the time on her phone. “And you’d better get ready for another round of curious, just over an hour until Josh gets home, and then your curiosity can notch up to the next level.”
My pussy flutters as my stomach lurches – and the prosecco definitely helps with that.
I’m getting a wine glow now, where limitations ease off into nothingness. Maybe that’s why I’m questioning Tiff with such fascination. I’ve been looking up to her as a goddess of hardcore ever since I first saw her profile.
There is something about her that fascinates me, I can’t put my finger on. But I want to put my finger on it. I want to understand the pull.
It’s Tiff who changes the conversation up, focusing back on the TV when Nighttime Whispers comes on, a gothic vampire show that we both love, and I let it rest for now, gorging on the rest of our pizza as we wait for Joshua to come home.
We’re midway through the episode when we hear the door opening at the other end of the apartment. Tiff turns the TV off in a flash, and we wait with bated breath as Josh appears.
Jesus Christ, my pulse is thumping.
His hair is messy, slick with sweat, and his tie is hanging loose, and I’m already lost – seeing him like that – any reservations of revelling in other people’s leftovers are dead in the dust.
He looks at me, and I look at him.
I get up from his sofa, but I don’t move. I can’t. I stand glued to the spot, transfixed as he steps into the kitchen area and swigs some prosecco straight from the bottle, no words said.
Because none are needed.
The tension is beyond words.
Tiff acknowledges it with a clap of her hands, and gets to her feet alongside me. She pulls me in for a token hug and tells me what a great, fun time she’s had, and how she’ll see me again soon, and then she’s off. She doesn’t hug Josh, just blows him a kiss on her way, and I see the way she winks at him.
She knows what’s about to go down here and the filth that’s about to unfold. Addictive. Intoxicating. In-bloody-sane.
No doubt, she knows it better than me… but it’s time to get learning.
“Ready for getting fucked in the aftermath?” Josh asks me as soon as she’s closed the door. “I hope you’re happy to take my cock now it’s been inside someone else’s pussy, because I swear on my life, all I’ve been thinking about is you.”
My feet move, unlocked from my trance, and I go to him. I run my hand down over his crotch, and he’s as hard as a steel bar. I imagine another woman’s mouth sucking on him, and her pussy clenching around his barbells, but the insecurities fade, swallowed up under the relief and lust. He’s back, with me. And he’s hard, for me. Even after all his hours of fucking.
“I mean it, Ella. All I’ve been thinking about is you.”
I drop to my knees without a word, and free his cock, rubbing his gorgeous, pierced shaft as I prepare to suck her remnants off him. Oh, my dirty soul – it actually makes me smile. Insecurities be damned.
Josh is mine, for free. No payment necessary. What a fucking contrast.
And oh, how my dirty soul takes advantage of it.
“Show me how you fucked her,” I say. “Just make sure you do it harder for me. And make sure I’m more of a dirty little slut for you than she was.”
“Don’t worry about that,” he says. “She’d never even come close.”
And no, she won’t do.
Josh and I have got a few nights free now between proposals, and I’m damned well going to make the most of every single filthy second.
Chapter Twelve
A few days of being holed up with Josh, and I’m well at home, towelling off my hair in the kitchen, standing next to him as he makes us coffee. I’m in one of his hoodies, ignoring my own clothes in preference of boyfriend attire, chatting away to him quite merrily when a new proposal pings through on my phone.