Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“I want you to come, Heather,” I say. “Come for me.”
“Yeah, I’m almost there…”
I tongue her asshole again and thrust two fingers into her pussy.
That does it.
“Fuck!” She clamps around my fingers as the climax hits her.
“Damn, you’re sexy.” I kiss her asscheek and give it a sharp bite. “Keep coming.”
She gyrates around my fingers, and when her orgasm begins to wane, I rise, turn her around, and crush our mouths together. The kiss is full of angst and need, and she returns it, melts into it, our tongues fighting for dominance.
A moment later, she pulls away and gasps in a breath.
“Okay?” I ask, my hard cock nudging her belly.
“More than okay.” She falls to her knees. “Let me take care of that for you.”
I lean against the shower wall and close my eyes.
Nothing like a good blow job to relieve the stress of this day.
Her lips encircle the head of my cock. She sucks lightly, but then leaves the head and trails kisses down my shaft all the way to my balls. One by one, she sucks them into her mouth.
Despite the hot shower, chills skitter through me. And then—
She hums. Seriously starts humming while my balls are in her mouth. It’s like a vibration more than a sound, and oh, my God…
It’s like a massage but better—a manipulation that stimulates every cell in my body and makes my dick want to sink into something hot and tight.
“Fuck,” I grit out.
Just when I think I might blow, she moves away from my balls and goes back to my dick. She nibbles lightly on the head and then takes me all the way in. I swear I can feel the back of her fucking throat.
She pulls back quickly, though, and she adds her hand to increase the friction. I bend my knees slightly and curl my fingers into her dark hair, meeting her rhythm.
When I open my eyes, her head is tilted so she meets my gaze. Her eyes are narrowed, smoldering.
Hot. As. Hell.
I could come in her mouth. Already I know she’ll allow it. Any woman who sucks balls and looks a man in the eye when giving head is serious about it and will usually let a man blow down her throat.
Or I could stop her, lift her easily, and set her down on my cock and fuck her.
I do neither, though. I close my eyes once more, relax and enjoy her skills. And damn, this woman has skills.
She continues, easing off me and sucking only the tip. My balls scrunch, and I’m ready, but she takes her thumb and forefinger and squeezes me at the base, using her hand as a cock ring.
It staves off the climax for now.
But I’m ready to come, so I move her hand and take over, giving my cock three good, hard pulls.
Heather rises. “Sure you don’t want me to do that?”
“You’re damned good at it, but we don’t know each other well enough for me to ask you to come in your mouth.”
“Then let me help you.” She slides her fingers around my cock.
“I’d love that.” I close my eyes again and within a minute, I’m spurting my release into the shower.
But it’s not Heather’s face I see in my mind.
EPISODE 90
SEEKING EMILY
Ariel
I can’t believe Emily didn’t come down to say goodbye to Sienna. That’s not like her. At least…I don’t think it’s like her. I guess we don’t know each other as well as I thought we did.
I’m supposed to have a lunch date with Sebastian at some point because of the blind man’s bluff game on the catamaran yesterday. I can’t help smiling to myself. I’ve already been in Sebastian’s bed…and I know that’s farther than Emily got with him the first night. I felt badly about choosing him on a whim when I won the game, but now?
I realize it’s every woman for herself here. June clearly doesn’t care that I had a spectacular time with Alex on our date. Once I left his suite, she didn’t waste any time shoving her tongue down his throat.
I’m still a little pissed at Emily for basically kicking me out of River’s suite so the grownups could talk, but she’s still the one I feel closest to here, and I don’t want to lose that. After grabbing a light lunch in the kitchen, I walk up the two flights of stairs to the third floor and knock on Emily’s door.
No response.
“Em!” I call. “You in there?” I pound harder.
Another door opens, and June peeks out, looking refreshed and beautiful, of course. That pissy feeling crawls up my spine faster than a rabbit on roller skates, but I tamp it down. After all, I just fucked Sebastian Tate, the most famous of the four. I need to stop being so petty.
“What are you making so much racket about?” June asks.