Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Can you do it?” Shrapnel asks. He comes closer, slipping off his cut and kicking off his shoes. There’s a flicker of heat in his gaze.
“Yes. I have to. Someone does. It’s just that it’s a little like trying to build a door that fits inside every frame. There are a lot of standards out there, but there’s always going to be someone that has a hobbit hole or a drawbridge.”
Diesel grins. “So what you’re saying is you might need to stay a while.”
“That is quite likely.” I swallow, suddenly feeling a little like a rabbit being circled by hungry wolves.
“What a shame,” Shrapnel adds. He starts pulling his tight T-shirt up over his washboard abs, one glorious inch at a time. “And we’ll have to keep a close eye on you.”
Bull chuckles, deep in his chest. “Good thing we make an effective team.”
“I think maybe we should remind her.” Diesel’s voice is as dark and explosive as his name. “You got a little taste on the plane, but how about we make good on showing you what you missed when we were interrupted?”
Am I curious about what it would be like for them all to have access to me at once, with no interruptions? Very much so, yes. “Okay. But someone better bring me a washcloth before anyone tries anything. Things got a little messy.”
They pull me to the bathroom. The washcloth is damp and so hot it makes me hiss as Bull brushes it softly over my chin and down my neck. He traces my collarbones before bringing it down to my breasts, where he seems happy to stay.
“I'm pretty sure you didn't get that much on my boobs.”
“Gotta be sure, angel,” he says with a little laugh and kisses me as he lets the washcloth drop into the sink. He cups my breast with his bare hand, and it's almost as hot as the cloth.
The three of them back me into the bedroom, stalking me like prey as they shed what’s left of their clothes. Shrapnel drops his pants, revealing a bulge in his boxer briefs that's threatening to snap the elastic if he doesn't let it out soon. Diesel tosses his shirt aside and opens his belt, popping the top button of his jeans. I help tug them down his hips and he pushes his underwear off, leaving me up close and personal with his blood-swollen cock. Wetting my lips, I wrap my fingers around it and feel his heartbeat as his pulse races under my touch.
Bull stands up next to Diesel, and I drop back to my knees, with two of them to play with. Feeling naughty, I give the head of Bull’s cock a lick.
“Fuck,” he hisses, watching intently.
Shrapnel's bare leg bumps against my shoulder, grabbing my attention. I look over, nearly bumping my cheek into his impressive length. I giggle. “You could've put my eye out with that.”
“Sorry.” He doesn't sound sorry.
Not to reward him for skipping in line, I lean in and take Diesel into my mouth. He tastes of salt and skin, a hint of body wash teasing my nose. Doing what seemed to work so well on Bull, I swirl my tongue around the ridged head, loving how his breathing quickens, and how he's subtly flexing his hips, pressing himself in and pulling out, taking his pleasure.
I reach up and stroke Bull and Shrapnel in unison, my fingers gliding easily over their slick flesh. Their crowns glisten with precum, which I spread out as well as I can while I focus on Diesel's thickness between my lips. Molten heat pools in my core as my attention is split between the three of them. It’s a little overwhelming, but exciting at the same time.
Shrapnel digs his fingers into my hair and pulls me off Diesel, turning me so I'm facing him instead. “We share around here,” he says, wearing a sly grin.
Diesel shifts, taking my hand and wrapping it around his shaft instead while Shrapnel slides himself in between my lips. He covers my hand and uses it to control the tempo, groaning as our hands pump his cock together.
With Shrapnel’s hands in my hair, he guides me up and down his long shaft, moaning every time he bumps against the back of my mouth, testing my limits. Knowing he might go a little deep comes with a weird kind of excitement and anticipation. Closing my lips tightly around him, I suck hard as he slides out, and he groans deep in his chest.
Bull takes charge next, pulling me away from both Diesel and Shrapnel. Much to their annoyance since he had me all to himself not that long ago. “You should be fucking thanking me for getting the party warmed up.”
I'm so hot right now that I'm not the one to start counting favors, but when he pulls me into a deep kiss while hands undo my jeans and pull them down my legs, along with my panties, I'm not going to complain. As soon as I'm fully naked, he drops me on the bed and slips a pillow under my hips, so he can easily open me for him. I shiver with anticipation as his hot breath brushes over my pussy.