Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Yes,” Hollis murmurs.
Rhys drops his face to kiss my hip.
I slide the toy up and down in tiny motions, gliding over my eager clit. Showing them what I like—laser attention on that one spot.
I’m not sure how to say this to them, but most men eat a woman out like they’re sucking the juice out of a whole piece of fruit and that’s just…not my thing. I need a man who’s not afraid to love on my clit.
I close my eyes, apply a little pressure, then find the guts to say what I want. “I like all the focus on my clit,” I say.
“Do you like it fast? Hard? Firm?” Rhys’s voice is thick with lust.
“Start off slow, but don’t suck it.” All the things I’ve never said come out of my mouth in raspy little breaths as I show them. “It’s like a symphony of the clit. It should grow louder, bolder, more beautiful. But I want all the attention centered here, right here.”
“Do you like fingers, love?” Rhys asks, his hands, dancing closer to my wet center.
That’s a good question. “I don’t know,” I admit, then shrug as I knead my breast with my left hand, rub my clit with the toy in my right hand, electricity shooting higher in my cells as I turn up the speed. “I don’t fuck myself with my fingers.”
But I think I do know what I want. “Will you go down on me?” I ask Rhys, then I say to Hollis, “While you—”
I barely have to say play with my tits.
Hollis moves like The Flash. He’s wedging his body behind me in no time, pulling my back against his chest, his arms roping around me. “I get to play with these beauties,” he gloats as he fondles my tits while Rhys settles between my thighs, his hands roaming down my legs as I turn off the toy, setting it on the mattress.
He meets my gaze, offering me a hopeful, dirty grin. “And now I attempt to turn my tongue into a sex toy.”
I laugh, the sound reverberating joyfully through my body, then fading away when he kisses my clit.
Oh god.
It’s soft and passionate at the same time.
It’s focused.
It’s precise and fluttery.
It’s exactly what I wanted. It feels so right, I could cry.
He kisses me, then flicks his tongue against that swollen bundle of nerves. And wow. Just wow. I’m lifting my hips, and reaching for his head.
I’m grabbing onto his thick hair. He’s licking my clit exactly like I told him.
Up, down, determined.
And Hollis, behind me, is kissing my neck and squeezing my tits. His strong hands cup my breasts like he’s weighing them, then he rolls my nipples between his fingers.
It’s sharp and hot.
Wild, thrilling sensations run through me.
Wicked bliss. Then a wave of pleasure. Hands, tongue, lips.
And Hollis’s rumbly voice in my ear. “You like it, baby? You want anything different?”
“A little faster,” I say breathily.
Rhys ups the speed, his tongue flicking along my clit, making my thighs shake. I feel like I’m liquid. Like I’m melting under his kiss.
Under Hollis’s firm hands.
I’m trembling, and a wave of pleasure crashes into me.
Tonight, I will come.
I’m close. So close. I can feel the curl in my belly, the pull in my cells, the hot, thrilling pulse in my pussy—the tantalizing closeness to the edge.
This is how I feel when I’m alone. When I touch myself. When I know I’ll get there. When I have no doubt the O is happening and can just let go and give in to the feelings.
I’m so freaking close. I can get there. I can reach for it.
But…what if?
In the blink of an eye, I shove my hand back between my thighs. I refuse to lose this orgasm. Even with Rhys’s face right there, I lend a hand, fingers flying and taking me to the brink. My toes curl, my body tenses deliciously, then I’m shouting, crying, falling apart. An orgasm slams into me as Rhys shares me with my fingers and his friend’s hands.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
I’m loud, so loud. Louder than I’ve ever been. And it is a symphony. Them and me. Me and them. Their groans, their grunts, their muttered fuck yeses.
It’s all of us, playing together.
When I open my eyes, sighing woozily, the two men look seriously satisfied.
Like how I feel. “That was so good,” I say, sounding a little drunk to my own ears. “I love coming.”
Laughing, Hollis moves out from behind me, laying me gently on the pillows as he moves next to me. Rhys climbs up, settling on my other side. “Told you you deserved a happy ending,” Hollis says.
I sigh happily, wiggling a little in the afterglow, feeling all kinds of intoxicated. “You were right.”
“Just wait till you see what we’ll do tomorrow night,” Rhys adds.
They’re already making plans for a next time. That’s presumptuous in ways I like.