Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
God, they were beautiful and catastrophic and she would never recover.
Theo twisted Galen to face her and moved to kneel behind him, his legs on either side of Galen’s. He paused as if checking her view, and gave her that dangerous grin. “We’re forgetting about our Meg’s punishment.”’
“Can’t have that,” Galen murmured, his eyes gone so dark they were almost black.
In this current position, she realized Theo was actually taller than Galen, though Galen was wider through the shoulders and chest. Theo reached around and stroked Galen’s cock. “Look how hard he is, princess. You remember how good it feels to have his cock inside you.”
Galen leaned back against Theo and gave her a look that was pure challenge. Demanding she… What? She didn’t even know what she was supposed to do. Meg could barely breathe, let alone pull her thoughts together into some semblance of sanity. She was need, boiled down to her animal urges, her body aching under their attention. Her breasts felt unnaturally heavy and her pussy was so fucking wet, it was a wonder they couldn’t see it.
Maybe they could.
Theo gave Galen’s cock another stroke. “Do you remember what we talked about when I was eating your pussy in the kitchen last week?”
She swayed forward, making her chains clink. Oh yeah, she remembered. Meg licked her lips, trying to focus. “You said you pictured Galen fucking me while you fucked him.” She shivered and pressed her thighs together. It did nothing to help the way her clit throbbed as if begging for them to touch her.
Beg.
Now the challenge in Galen’s gaze made sense. This wasn’t just about giving her a show she had no way to take part in. This was about humiliation and desire and leaving it all on the table. She’d been holding back from day one, and they knew it.
Fuck that, I’m not begging.
Theo must have seen her decision on her face. He nodded as if to himself and released Galen. “On your back, my friend.” While Galen obeyed, he grabbed lube from the nightstand and squirted some into his hand. He stroked his cock, covering himself slowly, making a show of it, and Meg couldn’t help jerking on the chains again.
This time, neither of them looked at her.
Theo covered Galen with his body and took his mouth again, but it was slower now, a searching kiss that made her whimper just from watching. He propped himself up on one elbow and reached between them. They lay perpendicular to Meg, and Galen’s leg blocked the sight of Theo’s cock sliding into him. She rattled the chains again in frustration. “Theo…” Meg hesitated too long and he started moving, fucking into Galen in slow, steady thrusts. “Theo, let me see.”
He clasped the back of Galen’s neck and reached between them to fist Galen’s cock, pumping him in time with his thrusts. Galen gripped Theo’s hips, moving in perfect rhythm even as he arched up to kiss Theo again.
She might as well have not been in the room.
And hell if that didn’t make the whole thing hotter.
She arched forward, but they’d cuffed her too far from the mattress to be able to rub herself against it. Meg writhed, a wild thing in a trap, so close to paradise and yet the gates were closed to her. She was so busy fighting the restraints, sure that if she could just reach them, it would all be okay, that she almost missed Theo’s tempo picking up. He thrust harder, drawing growling curses from Galen’s lips as he fucked him with both hand and cock, taking and giving in equal measure. Galen’s heels dug into the mattress, every muscle in his body standing out in stark relief, and then he came in great jetting ribbons across his stomach. Theo gave him one more pump and then leveraged himself back, gripping Galen’s hips as he started driving into him in earnest.
She held her breath, watching his strokes become less even, watching his blue eyes slide shut as he swore long and hard, watching for the exact moment where he lost control and came deep inside Galen.
Time stood still.
Meg couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but watch as Theo pulled out of Galen and slumped next to him, pausing to drop a quick kiss on his mouth before he rolled onto his back.
This…
She wanted this. All of it. The reservations that clung to her like cobwebs from the moment she decided on this path went up in flames. Who the fuck cared what the future brought? They had right now, and right now Meg needed these two men. She needed to be with them together and separate and to be able to watch at her leisure just like she was now.
Except the feeling pounding through her blood wasn’t leisure.
It was desperation.