Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 112892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
This was it. I was completely naked. Even the sheet was gone. The only thing covering me was their hands. It was intoxicating but also a big step.
Aaron’s hand slid up and down the back of my thigh, producing shivers wherever he touched. I trembled as his hand glided between my legs, tugging slightly. “If you spread your legs, it’ll feel even better.”
I flinched, but I didn’t know why. Diego had just been between my legs, his touch so damn intoxicating. But now, the reality of what we were doing—what I was doing with three men—was catching up to me. Even though I wanted this.
Diego leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back. “You’re okay, Mia.” His voice was just a faint whisper… I wasn’t sure the others could even hear it. “You’re in control—we can stop whenever you say. But if you want this, just relax and enjoy it. No one’s judging you. We all want to make you feel good. That’s all we’re thinking about.” Then he lightly kissed my earlobe. “That and how fucking gorgeous you are.”
Cody heard that last part. “So. Fucking. Gorgeous.” He planted a kiss on my head right in the middle of my tangled, tousled hair. I hoped they liked the bedhead look.
The hands on me stilled as they waited. Finally, without looking at anyone, I nodded and parted my legs.
The mattress shifted as Aaron moved between them, which meant he could see everything. But it also meant he could touch everything. And my desire for that was rapidly overcoming my hesitancy.
Aaron gripped my hips, his thumbs digging into the soft curves, and I squirmed under his hold.
“I think she likes that,” Diego said.
Shit. It was embarrassing, having them talk about me like I was some kind of science experiment. But Diego’s hypothesis was dead-on.
And Aaron had been right, too. It felt much better now that he had full access. Soon, I was writhing on the bed, as many fingers glided over my heated skin, squeezing and kneading. It was absolute bliss, but pressure was building inside me. When Aaron squeezed my ass with both hands, I squealed and reached for something to hold on to. I ended up with a handful of Cody’s black pajama pants, clutching them like a lifeline.
Cody chuckled softly and brushed my hair back from my face. As I squirmed on the bed, he pressed his index finger against my mouth, tracing my lips. Diego kept working my shoulders and back while Aaron’s hand drifted lower.
Oh god.
Aaron slid a finger lightly along my slit, and without thinking, I opened my mouth and drew Cody’s finger inside. I didn’t bite down—thankfully—but I sucked it in as if I needed it more than anything.
They were giving me so much pleasure, I wanted to give some in return, especially to Cody. He’d always been so guarded, but lately, he’d started to open up to me. Just as I was opening to them, too.
Aaron’s touch dipped lower, and I moaned, still sucking on Cody’s finger. Then Cody slid a second one between my lips, and I took that, too.
Maybe Aaron was watching, because suddenly, there was a finger at my entrance.
My pulse rate tripled, and I squeezed my eyes shut, clinging to Cody while he kept stroking my hair. Then Aaron pushed a finger inside me, and my back arched.
Diego’s hands stilled before sliding down to my waist and up again, his fingers curling around and brushing the sides of my breasts as he leaned over me. The feeling of being pressed into the bed by a strong male body nearly undid me.
Aaron kept teasing me, circling my entrance. “Do you want more, Mia?” he murmured.
“Yes,” I groaned around Cody’s fingers.
As Diego kneaded the back of my neck, another finger slid in, and I cried out, finally releasing Cody. His damp fingers slid beneath me, finding my breast where it was pressed against the mattress. I shifted slightly to give him room, but then I became aware of something that made my focus shatter and my breathing turn into ragged little gasps.
Because those two fingers inside me? From the way they were moving, from the angle, I realized they weren’t both Aaron’s.
Holy shit.
I lifted my head and looked back. Both Diego and Aaron had a finger inside me, and that knowledge nearly pushed me over the edge. Embarrassment mixed with heat, and I buried my face against Cody’s thigh, as if hiding my expression would hide how much I liked it.
Their fingers moved in and out in different rhythms—sometimes swirling together, sometimes apart—stretching me. Working me into a frenzy. If Aaron touched my clit, I’d come in an instant, but his touch was very sparing there, keeping me on edge. That was on purpose, I was sure. Who knew he had a wicked side? Of course, I’d told him not to be such a gentleman.