Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
She felt the bed dip and then there was warmth on her left breast. Hale. He was on the bed with her, his lips closing over her nipple and filling her with warmth. He played with her right breast, palming it before giving her nipple a tweak that had her gasping.
Van eased a finger inside her pussy, stroking her in exactly the right place. The sensation built and built. Layers of pleasure that lifted her higher and higher. It was like nothing she’d experienced before. All the sex she’d had seemed bland and boring compared to what these two men were doing to her.
She reached out, putting a hand on Hale’s neck and holding onto him as the orgasm sparked through her body.
Then Hale moved up, kissing her, stroking his tongue against hers before pushing off the bed and getting to his feet. There was a look of dark desire on his face, and she loved the fact that she’d put it there. He shoved out of his jeans, taking the boxers he’d been wearing with them and leaving him naked. She wasn’t sure why this god of a man had decided he wanted her but she was so grateful to be here with him.
“You are not so bad yourself, Hale.” She felt energized as Van gave her pussy one last kiss and helped her sit up.
“Baby, I want you to take care of me while Hale takes care of you. Do you understand? You’re going to kneel on the bed and he’s going to move in behind you.” Van’s voice had gone deeper than normal and his usual happy-go-lucky expression had been replaced with a seriousness she hadn’t seen in his eyes before.
One in her pussy and one in her mouth. She would be between them, surrounded by them. It would be the single kinkiest thing she’d ever done, and she wasn’t even hesitating.
She could get addicted to this feeling.
She got on her hands and knees, ready for whatever came next.
* * * *
Hale prayed he could last because his cock was ready to go off simply watching that woman move. She had an athletic grace that made her every move sensual. She climbed on the bed and moved into the position Van had requested, her round, sexy ass pointed his way.
He’d nearly lost it when he’d felt her come. Her body had gone stiff under his hands and then every muscle seemed to relax, and she was so fucking soft and warm.
Van shoved out of his jeans, but not before tossing him a condom. Hale managed to catch it but only barely. It would be exactly like him to end up having to crawl naked under the bed to retrieve a condom. He needed to make this good for Elisa. So good they had a shot at keeping her around long enough that they could figure out if a relationship could work. There would be time for him to be his weirdo self later, after he’d shown her how good it could be between the three of them.
So far she’d responded beautifully. Once she’d realized how hot they thought she was, all of her unease seemed to melt away and she’d opened herself up to the pleasure they could give her.
Van stood at the end of the bed stroking his cock as he stared down at her. “You know what I want.”
“Yes.”
“Say it.” Van could get bossy during sex. Those tendencies had gotten stronger when they’d spent time at the BDSM club his brother had been a founding member of. “I want to hear you say what you’re going to do to me.”
“I’m going to suck your cock, Van.” The words came out on a husky chuckle that went straight to his dick.
“And I’m going to get inside you.” Hale discovered he wanted to hear the words, too. He was normally quiet. Sex was a bodily function that seemed to require no words, but he needed them tonight. “I’m going to fuck you, Elisa. It’s what I’ve wanted from the moment I saw you.”
“Me, too,” she promised.
“Go on then.” Hale wanted to watch her another few minutes.
This was straight out of their normal playbook. Van handled the oral and Hale got the pussy. They’d done it a hundred times. Oh, if they stuck with a woman for a while they would change things up, but in every casual encounter they’d ever had it had played out this way.
He didn’t want to fuck her from behind. It didn’t seem as sweet as he wanted this to be.
He was looking for more than an orgasm with this woman. He was looking for real connection, and he didn’t think he would get it doing her from behind.
Fuck. He was using the wrong words again because the words he should use scared him. He wanted to make love with her.