Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I angle up my hips too, asking for a deeper fucking, and Ledger delivers. He’s not sweet or kind. He’s rough and relentless, pounding into me.
My body jolts from each thrust. He grunts. I groan. Dev plays, green eyes dark with lust. A rumble seems to escape his lips as he pinches my nipples. “These tits,” he says.
“This fucking ass,” Ledger says from behind me in a chorus of praise. Ledger rubs his palm against one cheek. I tense in excitement. I’ve never done this either. Impulsively, I blurt out, “Spank me.”
Dev grins like they’ve hit the jackpot. “You heard her,” he says.
A thrill rushes through my veins in those seconds as I wait for the slap. It comes sharp and bright. My skin stings, but then my core pulses. A sweet, hot ache builds as the pain turns to pleasure.
“Again,” I demand.
Ledger smooths a hand over my other cheek, lifts it, and waits. I hold my breath, but not for long since Dev wets his thumb, then glides it over my nipple. The cool sensation makes me bow my back more, lift my ass higher.
As Ledger’s hand comes down, I yelp. It hurts, but it hurts so good.
“Look at you,” Ledger rasps out.
It’s rhetorical. Of course I can’t look at him fucking me. But I crane my neck regardless, watching Ledger. His hands curl tight around my ass as he pistons his hips, easing out, sinking in. His gaze is locked on where we meet, his dick sliding into my wet heat. “Look at you taking my dick so fucking well. That’s so hot, honey. So fucking hot.”
He’s lost in the moment. Caught in the way we’re coming together. With his filthy praise, his relentless strokes, and his friend’s strong hands entertaining my tits the whole time.
It’s like a full-body fucking.
The temperature in me shoots higher. My fingers curl tightly around the wood. I brace myself, holding on for dear life as Ledger owns my body with a fearless pounding. I’m getting closer, pleasure flooding my cells as Dev somehow manages to grab my chin and bring my mouth to his.
He bestows a hot, messy, passionate kiss on me right as a hand comes down on my ass again.
Spanking and kissing.
Kissing and spanking. It’s sweet bliss and sharp pain mingled together under the evergreens, not far from the bright blue sea.
One man is mercilessly pounding me. The other is ruthlessly kissing me. I’m being fucked. I’m being kissed. Fucked. Kissed. Smacked. Squeezed.
I’m a toy. I’m their plaything. I’m the girl in between.
Pleasure marches through me, invading my body. It coils low in my belly. A pulse, insistent, undeniable.
Then, oh my god.
Dev has slid a hand between my thighs, and he’s stroking my hungry clit. That’s it. That’s all.
I’m flying.
I break apart, coming without warning as Ledger fucks me, and Dev strokes, and I have the time of my life with two men in the woods.
Seconds later as my brain flatlines, my vision blurring, Ledger shoves deep into me, and stills, then jerks. He grunts out a carnal yes, spilling into the condom inside me with a final brutal thrust.
Groans soften. Movements slow. Pleasure ebbs.
Still, I’m tingling everywhere.
When I look up, Dev’s standing in front of me. He looks happy, and very, very horny. I glance down at the bulge in his shorts. Following my gaze, he rubs his palm over it.
“Want me to…?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Later, baby. I like delayed gratification.”
Later.
This is not a one-time thing.
Not at all.
Ledger slumps over me then kisses the back of my neck, whispering, “I think you broke my dick, honey,” he says, and he sounds like that’s all he wanted.
It’s the best compliment I never expected to get.
Soon, we clean up as best we can, and we leave. When we reach the car, I remember I never took the picture of the little bench at the loop in the trail. Or the view of the water.
But I’m pretty sure I won’t forget this double honeymoon hike.
25
THE OTHER KIND OF HANGING OUT
Aubrey
Spank me.
Did I really say that?
Fuck me?
Who am I? I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, alone in the suite that evening as the guys work out. I finished a yoga video, doing my friend Briar’s twenty minutes of downward dog with her dog Donut, but now I’m unsure what to do next.
It’s six. We didn’t even make dinner plans.
When they return, do I say, “That was fun. Fancy a burger and another fuck? I picked a spot for food. Do you want to pick the position?”
I have no idea how this works. I did a great job fantasizing about the sex but not the in-between sex.
I flop down on the couch in the living room. Of course we’ll have dinner. We have to eat, but is this a dinner date?