Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
“No,” she says primly, her chin lifted defiantly in the air. Is she daring me to do more? Maybe, and I love that she’s so… proud.
“Hmm, too bad. I was going to offer to kiss it all better.” With that, I walk past her, leaving her to follow me to the kitchen, which works out perfectly because I get to see Riggs’s reaction to Kayla in my shirt first-hand.
“You motherfucker,” he grouses. “Well played, asshole.”
In the end, it doesn’t matter because Kayla’s out of the shirt in minutes as we feed her strawberries and whipped cream by hand, with her sucking the whipped cream from our fingers like she’s sucking our dicks.
“Wicked woman,” Riggs tells her.
“What’re you gonna do about it?” she challenges.
“This.” That’s all the warning I give her before spreading my share of the sticky cream directly on her tits. Riggs follows my lead, putting a dollop on her other side. We tease her nipples with the tips of the strawberries, biting the fruit and her tender flesh in turn. We lick every bit of the whipped cream off until she’s shifting in the chair, her pussy wanting the same treatment.
“Get on the table,” I order, helping her do as I say.
She lies back, her legs spread in invitation. Riggs and I look at each other, both wanting to taste her and neither of us willing to concede to the other. “Rock, paper, scissors?”
“Just take turns,” Kayla moans, her hips lifting as she frantically seeks relief.
Riggs swallows thickly but nods once. I shrug, always down for new experiences, and then dive in first.
I flatten my tongue, wanting her juices to coat its entirety, and lick a meandering, side to side line across her pussy and up to her clit. “Fuck, she’s delicious, man. Get in here.”
I move back, letting Riggs get closer. I can’t see what he does to her, only the back of his head, but Kayla’s stomach contracts so I know she enjoys it. He stays there, between her thighs, until I tap his shoulder. “My turn,” I remind him.
We quickly find a rhythm that keeps us both satisfied and has Kayla clawing at the table’s slick surface. When it’s Riggs’s turn, I suck Kayla’s juices from my fingers, contented with the sweet taste of her. When I’m between her legs, he does the same, telling her how good she’s doing for us.
It doesn’t take long until she’s on the edge for Riggs, and I help her come even harder by plucking her nipples while she cries out. When she sags from the orgasm’s intensity, I expect her to lie there and recover, but she surges up instantly.
“Now it’s my turn,” she declares, reaching for my shorts and Riggs’s at the same time. In seconds, she’s got us both in hand, teasing along our lengths simultaneously.
“Damn, you didn’t mention that you’re ambidextrous,” I groan, trying to joke, but it comes out more of a breathless pant.
“I’m whatever I need to be to get the job done,” she quips. I think she means it to sound like a joke too, but I’d bet that’s actually true for her in a larger way.
I want to give that the deeper thought it deserves, but it’ll have to be later because I collapse forward, my cum spurting over her hand and onto her beautiful face as I curse harshly. Beside me, I hear Riggs grunt and realize she’s got us both coming.
Fucking magical, beautiful, talented witch.
Kissing Kayla goodbye Sunday afternoon is hard.
I want to follow her into the driveway, chase her back inside, and then gather her back into my arms again. But she has work tomorrow, and while it’s off-season for Riggs and me, meaning we have totally flexible schedules, it’s never off-season for Kayla. So I stand on the front steps, waving like a grinning idiot as her taillights pull away.
“What do you think?” Riggs asks, two fingers in the air in a goodbye of his own.
“She’s gonna pull a disappearing act on us again. One hundred percent chance of it.”
“Fuck,” he grunts, his arm falling to his side.
“It’s all good. We’ll just have to chase her again,” I say with a wink. “That’s half the fun, right?”
Riggs rolls his eyes hard and sighs heavily as he turns to go inside. I’m trying to keep it light and loose, but inside, I feel anything but. I can see the hurt in Kayla and it’s my nature to want to fix it, but she doesn’t need fixing. She’s perfect as she is. I just need to figure out how to outlast her hesitancy, get through her defenses, and land myself right in the middle of her heart so solidly that even she can’t deny that it’s where I belong. Where Riggs and I both belong.
But the same way it’d scare the shit out Kayla if I laid all that out at her feet, it’d terrify Riggs too. He’s gun-shy after Eliza, which was okay when we were casually fucking around. This isn’t casual, and he’s going to have to face his own demons and learn to trust again, no easy feat on the best of days and Riggs’s days haven’t been easy in a long time.