Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Hey, wait a second—” My hesitation is ignored, no big surprise, as Easton steps up behind me and runs his hands up my sides, catching my arms and lifting them. His fingers brush over the port in my arm, covered by my sleeve. My heart stutters, but he doesn’t seem to notice, too busy helping his brother undress me.
Preston’s eyes narrow, darkening while he stares at my chest. “Nice tits,” he whispers, making my skin flush before he brushes his thumbs over my nipples and makes them stand up rock hard. Goosebumps pebble my skin as he continues stroking me, while the bulge in his shorts gets bigger with every breath he draws through pursed lips.
Easton’s erection pokes my ass and reminds me he didn’t finish yet. When he plays with the waistband of my shorts, it hits me: he wants to finish another way.
I’ve never done this. Not with one guy, and certainly not with two. My protests lodge in my throat, meaning I offer no resistance when he works the waistband over my hips, down my thighs. His hands stroke my bare ass, making me shiver and tremble. I have to bite back a moan—I don’t know why I want to bite it back. Maybe I don’t want to make it so easy for them, even if my body is determined to fall under their spell.
“So beautiful,” he whispers, playing with my ass, lips grazing my shoulder before touching the side of my neck. “You have a great body. I want to taste every inch.”
Damn him. Damn both of them. Because as much as I shouldn’t want this—as much as part of me still doesn’t—there’s another part of me that absolutely aches for him to do exactly that. Like I’ve been asleep for too long, and I’m finally waking up.
“Go with it.” Preston grunts, raising one of his hands to his nose. He’s smelling me on his fingers. There’s something so hot about it, my pussy gets wetter than it already was. “I’m going to need to taste it. Lay her down,” he tells Easton while he steps back and pulls his T-shirt over his head, then drops his shorts until he’s down to his underwear. He has an athletic, muscular body, but it’s the huge bulge sticking out in front of him that holds my attention. Is he going to want to put that in me? Could I even fit it?
“Relax,” Easton urges in a soft voice, kneeling on the bed, leaning down to caress my skin with his lips and his tongue. Fire spreads over my body, making me burn before Preston even lifts my legs into the air so he can peel away my soaked thong.
And when he holds it out for Easton to smell, a wave of pure need slams into me and threatens to pull me under. My pussy is so hot, so wet. My clit throbs painfully with every beat of my heart. I know in my soul they are the cure for that.
Still, my breath catches when Preston lowers his head between my spread thighs and peppers them with kisses. “Let yourself feel it,” Easton reminds me before drawing one of my nipples between his lips and sucking. Holy shit, that’s good, so good I can’t help but run my fingers through his hair and moan helplessly.
“You think that’s good?” Preston chuckles against my sensitive skin, and it hits me that they might turn this into a competition before something warm and wet slides up the length of my swollen slit and buries deep in my pussy.
“Oh, my god!” I whine as the world explodes in color and light, shimmering like a thousand crystal shards, sending prisms dancing behind my closed eyelids. All he does is drive his tongue deeper, making me crazy with every stroke and flick.
There’s so much happening! Hands touching me all over, tongues, mouths. Their soft, needy grunts mix with my helpless moans as the body I have felt betrayed by for so long comes alive, thanks to them. As I climb higher and higher, lost in the overwhelming mix of sensations, feelings, and the heat that keeps building while the three of us move together.
“Yes… Yes, that feels so good!” I whimper, close to the edge again. Lifting my hips, grinding against Preston’s face, desperate for an end to the tension.
“Are you ready to come for him again?” Easton whispers, playing with my nipples while he tongues my earlobe. “And then I’ll make you come for me.”
When I open my mouth to gasp, he covers it with his, sliding his tongue against mine. Yes! Something inside me screams in relief when the tension breaks, and I scream into Easton’s mouth while Preston’s keeps working me, teasing out every last flutter from my core.
“My turn,” Easton announces before I’ve finished coming. Everything is hazy, foggy, and I’m pretty sure my heart is going to pound out of my chest while the two of them switch places, with Easton almost diving between my legs to devour me.