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)
If I thought dinner was fancy, it’s nothing compared to the room that’s behind the door Wyatt opens on the fifteenth floor.
It’s pure luxury, with a city view, an enormous bed, and a bathroom that’s the stuff dreams are made of, with a walk-in mosaic-tiled shower and an oversized freestanding bathtub. There’s a bottle of champagne on ice in the sitting area, along with a vase of roses and a box of chocolates.
“Did I get my calendar mixed up? Is it Valentine’s Day?” I ask them, as I marvel at the amount of preparation they put into this date.
Both of them laugh, and Wyatt says, “No, not Valentine’s Day. You just wait and see what we come up with for that holiday.”
Cam pops open the champagne, pours us each a glass, and raises a toast. “To a wonderful evening, with a beautiful woman.”
“To many more nights like this,” Wyatt adds, clinking glasses.
After we all take a sip, Cam lifts his glass again. “To taking off Stella’s dress as soon as humanly possible.”
As I’m laughing, he takes the champagne flute from my hand and sets it on the table, while Wyatt puts his own glass down. Then the two men are on me like I’m their only source of air.
CHAPTER 48
STELLA
They each take one of my hands and kiss their way up my arms. At my shoulders, they slide the straps of the dress down, and one of them unzips the back. They don’t make it fall right away, but instead let it hang from my arms and chest as their mouths claim every bit of my exposed skin.
One of them bends and slips my shoes off, and then together they remove the dress completely, leaving me standing between them in only the jewelry and the black lingerie.
“It’s been too long,” Cam says, as they touch and kiss and lick every inch of me. He kneels at my feet, his hands caressing my thighs, as he kisses the delicate skin of my inner thighs and mouths over the sheer bit of fabric between my legs.
Wyatt slips one bra strap from my shoulder and takes my breast in his mouth, his tongue sending shockwaves through my entire body.
I’ll never get over how amazing it is to have these two men adoring my body at once. It’s pleasure overload, yet at the same time, I can never get enough.
A few minutes later, I’m naked, though I’m not even sure when it happened.
Wyatt moves to lift me up, but I put a hand out to stop him. “This needs to go differently this time. As good as you both look in your dress clothes, I want to see you out of them.”
They both strip, with me helping where I can, my fingers handling buttons, helping to pull belts, and eventually peeling undershirts off of them.
Then, I get to do something I’ve wanted to do for a while. I stroke their bodies, over their chests, down their pebbled abs, and follow the happy trails to finally slide my hands over their cocks.
They both grow hard as soon as I touch them. I grip both of them at the same time, start to stroke them, then kneel in front of them and take Cam in my mouth while I continue to work Wyatt with my hand.
I alternate between them and love the way they respond. Each moan and groan and every subtle response from their bodies spur me to take them deeper and work them faster.
Cam utters my name, sounding like he’s being tortured, as he slides his fingers into my hair and palms the back of my head. He thrusts in and out of my mouth a few more times before his pace staggers. “I’m gonna come.”
He meets my eyes and starts to pull back, but I hold the base of his cock and keep him steady. Hot jets of his release stream into my mouth and down my throat, and I try to take it all, but when it gets to be too much to handle, I pull back and am decorated by his pleasure.
At the same time, Wyatt lets out a loud groan and his body stiffens. I keep stroking his cock, gripping it tight, and he joins Cam, letting loose, painting me with thread after thread of his cum.
When they finish, the men look at me with awe and admiration in their eyes.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Cam says, as he bends to pick me up.
Wyatt kisses me once I’m in Cam’s arms, and together they carry me into the gleaming bathroom, set me on the counter, and work together to clean me off.
As Cam wipes my neck with a cloth, Wyatt crosses to the tub and turns on the tap. I’m treated to the incredible view of his bare backside—his long legs, muscled and firm, and an ass that looks so good, I want to jump off the counter and go take a bite.