Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay?” Drew said. I nodded.
They lay down on the bed with me between them. I faced Drew and Ty spooned up behind me. I was surrounded by hard muscle, hot skin, the tickle of chest hair against my sensitive skin. Drew leaned his forehead to mine and pressed his lips to mine softly, none of the lust and heat and need that had fueled our first two kisses. This was tender, intimate, a sensual dip of his tongue between my lips that turned my bones to molten lava. I gripped his biceps, big and strong, and caught my breath.
He kept kissing me, and his taste was enticing, addictive. Ty kissed my shoulder, moved my hair aside and kissed the back of my neck, hands gliding from my sides down to my hips and trailing back up again gradually. His fingertips brushed the side of my breast and made me catch my breath. Every sense was heightened.
This teasing slow burn seduction drove my desire into the stratosphere. I’d gone from embarrassed to hot and squirming from a single kiss, from the caress of Drew’s fingertips gentle as he traced my jaw and chin. I pressed my hands flat on his broad back to feel the flex and bunch of his muscles. My body heated and opened, my legs parting to let him press his thigh between them.
Drew pulled back and I rolled onto my back. Ty propped his head on his hand and looked down at me, mischief in his smile. “Let me taste you.”
I felt myself blush despite the fact I was naked between two men. I shook my head. “I’ve never—you don’t—”
“That makes me want to even more,” he said.
I shut my eyes, embarrassment and arousal warring for primacy.
Ty brushed his hand along my belly, lifted my arm above my head to scoot closer to me and cupped my sex in his big hand. I met his eyes, expecting him to move, to plunge his fingers into me or something. I tensed. But he stayed still, his fingertips resting against my slit, the heel of his hand pressing just a little into my clit, letting me grow accustomed to his possessive touch.
I liked it, and I told him so. He moved over me, taking his hand away. The cool air made me shiver. He parted my thighs and buried his face in my center, licking me with the entire surface of his tongue. I twisted, tried to get away from the overwhelming sensation of his hot, greedy tongue.
Drew set his big hand on my belly, pinned me in place with his gaze on mine as much as with his palm pressing me into the mattress. I fell into his eyes, that was what it felt like. The wet slide of Ty’s tongue felt good physically, but the weight of Drew’s stare made my nipples tighten, my chest flush and my breasts grow heavy and achy. Ty gave a hum of appreciation, “Whatever you did, bro, do it again. She liked it. She’s practically gushing.”
“I’m just looking at her. Does that make you gush for me, baby? My eyes on you, seeing how bad I fell for you. I don’t even want to blink cause I might miss a second of this beautiful sight. To see you spread out this way, trusting us, letting us make you feel good. I just wonder how I got so lucky.”
My throat tightened at his words, how romantic and sincere. I’ve never had anyone say anything like that to me in my whole life. The swell of emotion that welled up in my chest nearly made me cry. I touched his face, the stubble on his jaw, and drew his face to mine. We kissed, deep and sensual. Shivers ran up my legs from Ty’s ministrations. I rolled onto my side, closed my thighs. Ty slid up behind me obligingly. I reached back and stroked his hair as he kissed my neck. I tugged Drew closer.
“Make love to me,” I said, my brow pressed to his. Our breath mingled, my eyes locked with his. “I need to be with you.”
We faced each other, arms wound around one another. Drew hooked my leg over his hip. I gazed breathless into his eyes. He took my mouth, my body going lax from the pleasure of his kiss.
He rolled onto his back and settled my legs on either side of him, so I straddled him. Poised atop him I was unsure, but he took my hand and wrapped it around his big, throbbing shaft. It was smooth and hot, pulsing in my hand. Trembling, I lowered myself over him and guided his cock to my me.
Slowly, both to ease the way and to savor every thick inch of him, I bore down and consumed him until he was seated in me fully. My head tipped back, and I let myself feel all of it, the way he spread me wide, the slickness of my body and the way his coarse hair was rough to my tender folds. I felt replete, filled by him, every sense overwhelmed by the salty musk of our mating, the taste of his kiss lingering in my mouth, the sound of slick flesh rocking and thrusting, the thud of his heartbeat under my palm.