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)
The first swipe of his broad tongue nearly launches me off the mattress. I even might have, if Shrapnel and Diesel weren’t on either side, holding me down as their hands wander my body. When I look up, Shrapnel’s pierced nipples are hovering right above me, frustratingly out of range.
Waves of pleasure wash over me while Bull's tongue swipes through my folds, the tip dipping into me as it passes by. The broad plane of his tongue presses into my clit, and I bury my fingernails in Diesel's thigh.
“Ow! Pull the claws in, wildcat.”
“Sorry,” I gasp, but he just laughs.
“A little blood's a small price to pay to see you go crazy.” Blood? I glance over and see pink semi-circles where my nails were. Holy crap.
I take a deep breath and let my eyes flutter shut, focusing on Bull’s tongue and what we must look like, the four of us together. It shouldn’t feel this natural, but there’s no jealousy or struggle, just an effortless give and take. Everything clenches. “I’m so close,” I groan, and then I'm weightless, hurtling through space as the colony of butterflies in my stomach escapes, tickling my nerves with their rainbow colored wings, from my head to my toes.
I melt, boneless into the bed, and I have to open my eyes just to make sure I’m still where we started.
“Welcome back, beautiful.” Shrapnel grins down at me. “You're alive.”
“I… I think so.” I crane my neck to find Bull grinning at me, his face absolutely glistening, and I can only imagine that comes from me.
He licks his lips, slowly and deliberately. “Strawberries,” he says with a wink.
“Oh my God. I don't think I've ever come that hard.” I roll over and stretch my legs out. “I think I'm jello. I'm just going to lie here and wobble if you try to move me.”
“Good thing you’re already where we want you.” Diesel grins down at me, his jutting cock so hard it looks painful.
I reach for him and smile. “I suppose it is a little unfair. This is the second time the two of you have had to wait.”
Shrapnel laughs, not looking upset about it. “At least this time the chances of getting interrupted by something exploding are lower.”
“But not zero,” Bull says with a snort.
It sounds like there’s a sex joke there, but before I can ask, Diesel rolls on a condom and settles between my legs. He puts a hand on the center of my chest, and looks deep into my eyes as he pushes inside. It’s a stretch, but I’m more than ready. Shrapnel kneels at my side, and guides himself to my lips. I open for him, and for the first time, I have two of them inside me at once.
It feels like giving them a little part of me that nobody else will ever have. If the step from kissing to sex is a milestone, this must be one, too.
At this angle, it's easy for Shrapnel to bump against the entrance to my throat with each thrust he makes. I try to swallow and keep my reflex under control, but there’s a lot happening, and it’s hard to focus. When he catches me off guard, he backs up. “Easy, baby girl. If you want it rough, I’m happy to give it to you, but use your hand to keep things how you like it.” I nod, not letting him out of my mouth, but I wrap my hand around the base of his cock.
Diesel grips my hips, pulling me back onto his cock as he thrusts. My breasts bounce with the movement, at least until Bull’s hot mouth comes down over one of my nipples and I let out a low groan. I put my hand on his head, holding him to me.
I never really pictured how sex with multiple people would work. I think I assumed it would feel more like being passed back and forth and used. Maybe it can be, but this is more like a dance where I float between my partners. I’m being touched and stroked in so many places at once that my whole body has turned into one big erogenous zone.
Following some signal I missed, Shrapnel slips out of my mouth and moves down the bed as Diesel shifts forward, straddling my chest. Bull kneels at my shoulder. He strokes my cheek, turning my face his way to guide his cock to my lips while Shrapnel fills the emptiness between my legs in one slick thrust. Diesel pushes my breasts together, watching me with those icy blue eyes as he slides his cock in the valley he created and I suck Bull into my mouth.
It's not long before we're all in a rhythm again. They work well together, but their techniques are different. Shrapnel moves fast and hard, and while Bull is the biggest, he seems to like taking his time. Diesel is playful, harder to predict, rawer, in a sense.