Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
I glance up at him through my lashes. “Only if I don’t have to clean my room.”
Kit laughs. “I don’t give a fuck what your room looks like, only that you’re naked in it.”
“I’m on it.” I struggle out of my clothes, but even though Prescott and Kit wear amused smiles while they watch me trip over myself, I ignore them. The sooner I’m naked, the sooner they’ll be on me.
Inside me.
Against me.
I don’t care.
The need I have for them when we’re all together is above any other.
I finally step out of my underwear, the last item of clothing to go, but now that I’m naked and neither of them is, I realize my mistake. When I’m eager, they like to drag it out. They love a desperate Brady, and they have the damn patience and willpower to hold off for longer than I can handle.
I try to approach Kit, but he spins and pushes me toward the bed and makes me sit on the edge.
If he’s going to play games, then so will I. I reach for the bulge in his pants, but he catches my hand. Wordlessly, he signals to Prescott to get over here.
Prescott climbs on the bed and rests on his knees behind me. His big hands grip my shoulders, his thumbs kneading into my sore muscles, and I moan.
“Wow,” Kit says. “We haven’t even gone near your dick yet and you’re making sinful noises for us.”
“That will make a different moan come out of me. Why don’t you try it and see?”
“Just for that …” Kit grabs hold of my knees and pushes my legs up so far I have to lean back on Prescott so I don’t fall flat on my back.
My ass hangs off the end of the bed, my knees are near my ears, and my heart thrums wildly as Kit’s breath ghosts along my cock, down to my balls, and then hits my hole.
But instead of kissing me in any of those good places, he turns his head and kisses my thigh.
Tingles race over my skin. My ass contracts, craving to close around something. A finger, a cock, a dildo—anything.
Kit opens his mouth and trails his tongue along my skin, skirting closer and closer to where I need him to be, but in true Kit fashion, when I think he’s going to suck my balls into his mouth, he moves to my other leg and farther away.
When I whine, Prescott’s body vibrates from silent laughter.
And even though I consider what they’re doing pure torture, for some reason, I want to come back for more.
Every. Single. Time.
Because when they finally give in, when they finally give me what I want, it’s worth it.
Kit’s tongue lands on my entrance, teasing, licking … driving me so wild I can’t help but call out. That earns a hand across my mouth from Prescott.
I lick his hand to try to get him to move it, but all he does is chuckle in return.
Fuck, why do I love this so much?
I’m so turned on I’m leaking like crazy, and all I want is for Kit to move his mouth to the head of my cock. Even imagining him doing it gets me closer to the edge of coming.
Instead of that though, he gives me something better. His tongue pushes inside me, and his hands that were holding my knees skate down my sides to push my ass cheeks apart.
Prescott removes his hand from my mouth and helps hold one of my legs up high. Kit eats me out like an expert, but my poor neglected cock aches.
I’m trembling, I can barely breathe, and the only thing holding me up is Prescott. That’s when he whispers in my ear, “Rest on your elbows for me,” and shifts right out from underneath me.
Instead of doing as he says, I fall onto my back.
“Nuh-uh,” Prescott says. “Elbows. You’ll want to be able to see this.”
The second I raise my head, Prescott lowers his and sucks my cock into his mouth.
“Holy fuck,” I hiss. My hips try to buck off the bed, but hands—I don’t know whose—hold me down.
Kit buries himself deeper inside me, and with the added slurps from Prescott’s mouth on my cock, they consume me. All of me. If you’ve never had a tongue in your ass and a mouth on your dick at the same time, you haven’t lived.
I writhe but get nowhere. I beg for release, but they ignore me. As much as it should annoy me, it does the opposite.
My brain switches off, my mind fuzzes over, and I reach that euphoric state where energy buzzes under my veins and the real world disappears. And I owe it all to Prescott and Kit.
Soon, my legs start to tire, my abs ache like I’ve done two hundred sit-ups, and pain becomes the dominating sensation rushing through my body. I’m sweating, gritting my teeth, and trying to hold on to that euphoria. I want to go back to almost passing out from pleasure, and as if hearing my silent plea, Kit’s mouth leaves my hole and is replaced by one of his fat fingers pushing inside.