Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Wyatt leans me forward and slips the sleeves of my shirt off my arms. Cam peels one of the cups of my bra down and sucks the nipple into his mouth. My back arches, and Wyatt repositions himself so that he can reach my other breast, and then both of them are sucking on my nipples, making me squirm on the sofa.
Just the sight of these two gorgeous men enjoying my body is nearly overwhelming, but the sensations are incredible, too. Desire spirals up inside me, making me light-headed and needy and feeling like I might burst out of my skin.
Cam sucks more insistently at my breast, Wyatt drags his teeth over my pebbled flesh, and my vision goes blurry.
“Oh god. It’s too much.” It’s almost a struggle to catch my breath.
“Want us to stop?” Wyatt looks up to ask this question, and the sight of his face right there at my breast, my nipple at his lips, almost sends me over some invisible line.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
“C’mere.” Wyatt grabs my hips, and Cam moves aside as Wyatt pulls me onto his lap, letting my knees fall on either side of his thighs. I’m topless, straddling him.
A flicker of self-consciousness ripples through me. My stomach is soft, nothing like it was the last time a man saw me this way, but Wyatt doesn’t seem to mind. His eyes eat me up like I’m more delicious than the sundaes we just had.
He tugs me forward, and I catch a glimpse of the sizable bulge in his pants just before I’m sitting atop it.
He cups my breasts in his big hands, pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, stroking his fingers over them again and again, until I let out a whimper.
He lifts his hips, pressing himself between my legs. When I shift to adjust my position, he grasps my hips and grinds me down onto him. “Use me for your pleasure.”
I freeze. I can’t possibly do that with him watching me, not to mention Cam, who’s watching too, but the gnawing ache between my legs urges me on, and when Wyatt sees my hesitation, he moves me on him again.
Oh my god, it feels so good. Just the right amount of pressure, right over the spot where it feels the best. He’s so thick and hard between my legs. God, what would it feel like to have him inside me?
I roll my hips once, and warmth flares into my belly.
“That’s it.” His gaze drops to my core then slowly returns to my face, an appreciative smile curving his lips. “You’re so beautiful, Stella.”
He bends his head to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, and Cam’s hand comes around to cup the other breast.
I grind down on him, then lift up just enough to slide my heat over the length of his constrained erection. Wyatt splays a hand over my hip and strokes his thumb over my center when I lift up again, making my eyes go wide.
He keeps hold of my hips, encouraging me to use his body for my pleasure. As soon as I release my shyness and let myself take what I want, I’m instantly overcome. Pleasure races through me faster than I can comprehend what’s happening. Sensations spiral out to every limb. My pussy throbs, like it’s trying to pull Wyatt’s cock inside me through our clothing.
Despite the fact that he’s not inside me, the orgasm is solid and very satisfying, like it was a long time coming. I’m exhilarated and alive.
Wyatt’s hands continue to hold my hips as I recover, and then my self-awareness races back in. I just came while he watched. I took my pleasure without a thought for his. In my mind, I’m covering my face, sliding off his lap, and running out of the room, but I’m too old for behavior like that. I’m embarrassed though, until I let myself look at Wyatt’s face and see that it’s filled with joy and admiration.
He arches a dark brow and licks his lips. “That was hot.”
I can’t imagine seeing myself the way he does, but his words do a pretty good job of cutting through my regret.
Lips press to the back of my neck before Cam whispers in my ear. “So damn hot.”
“I can’t believe I did that,” I tell them.
“Mmm … I’m so glad you did.” Wyatt leans in, about to kiss me, then swerves his head at the last moment. “Almost forgot. No kissing.”
This makes me laugh, dissolving almost all of my self-consciousness.
“Don’t forget. No kissing on the lips,” Cam scolds as he lays a line of kisses up my back. His hands come around to cup my breasts again. “Think you have another one in you?” he asks.
“Another one?”
“I want to make you come.”
“Oh. Um … I’ve never come more than once.”