Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I don’t think he’d hate that we found each other again,” I say quietly as I trace my brother’s name.
“Nah, but he’d hate this. So how ‘bout we leave him out of it.”
Priest flips me around so I’m facing away, then he lifts me enough to work his belt open one-handed and get his jeans low enough so his cock springs free. He settles me back down, leaving me spread open on his lap with his shaft rubbing right up against my slit. I shiver, staring at it, both for its size and the suddenness of it.
He slides a hand up the back of my shirt, tangling his fingers in my hair and forcing me to sit up straight. It also tips me forward a little, grinding me softly against his erection. I wrap my fingers around him and he hisses in pleasure.
“Don’t forget the neighbors,” I whisper.
Priest bucks his hips, rocking me forward again. We go back and forth, teasing moans out of each other. I slowly slide my fist up his length until I cup the thick head at the end, capturing a slick drop of precum in my hand. Completely enthralled by his cock, I spread it around, making him slick as I stroke.
His free hand steals up my shirt and cups my breast. I groan, switching tactics and holding his cock tight to my body as I grind. My clit brushes against the head. Pre-cum and my own slickness mix together, making it a sinful glide for both of us.
“Fuck, you look amazing,” he groans.
“This is crazy,” I hiss. “Mom is only two rooms away.”
He pulls his hand free of my hair and turns my face towards him so he can kiss me again. My thighs burn as I rise and fall against his hot shaft, each time I reach the top, it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to lean forward just a little and sink down on it.
I manage to stay good until his fingers roll and tug my nipple just right. The next thing I know, my back is rounded and I can feel him nestled right against my pussy. Priest shudders. I think we’re both holding our breath as gravity starts to finish the job for me. He comes to his senses before I do, pushing me down onto my hands and knees. My mouth opens in a silent gasp as he sinks two fingers into my core and I drop to my elbows.
My shirt is pooled around my shoulders and I’m writhing onto his hand. If anyone hears us, it would be a disaster, and if my mother caught us? Less trouble for my career maybe, but I might die of embarrassment on the spot. Stopping isn’t an option. Which leaves one solution. I reach between my legs and start stroking my clit.
“That’s right, show me how you come,” Priest whispers low and rough.
I flip over, lying on the blanket in front of him with my shirt just over my breasts and my hand buried in my pussy. Priest stares down like a hungry lion, watching as my abs clench and my body pulls tighter and tighter. He shifts forward and fists his cock. We’re both so, so close.
With a groan that sounds like it was pulled from his soul, he slaps a hand down next to my head and leans down to capture my mouth again. His hips jerk, and it pulls on something inside me like an echo. The hot splash of cum over my stomach and his quiet, desperate noises send me over the edge. I groan into his mouth as my nerves finally hit the breaking point and everything washes over me in a hot wave of pleasure.
We stay like that for a long moment, locked together in the aftershocks. Far below, a car honks, though I don’t think it’s at us. Now that I can hear more than the sound of my pulse in my ears, it really settles in what just happened. I almost had sex with Priest. Depending on your definition, maybe I did.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
“You drive me crazy, Q. Fuck.” He laughs, tracing my shoulders with one hand and curling a lock of my hair around his finger.
He cleans me off with his shirt and leans back against the glass balcony door. I need to wash up and get back to bed, but first I sit back down next to him and lean my head against his chest, listening to his heart beat as he strokes my hair and we stare out into the city.
“Still sure you want to share me?” I say it as a joke, just to tease him, but the words hang between us, and it brings up the mental image of what it would be like to have not just him, but two or three of them at the same time. Watching each other, touching each other.