Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Even though I’m in yoga pants and a T-shirt, I give them a show. I take my time stripping off the top, then I slide down the blue pants inch by inch, revealing my hips, then my pink panties.
Hollis growls from the bed. Rhys rumbles from next to me. I step out of my leggings. I’m in a tight sports bra and panties, then I take off my bra.
Rhys swallows roughly, his pupils darkening. “She’s so fucking gorgeous.”
“Isn’t she ridiculously hot?” Hollis asks his friend, and the praise makes me wetter.
The fact that they aren’t talking to me makes me ache. I’m the center of their attention, but there’s space for my thoughts too. Maybe that’s what I’ve needed? I go to the bed, then beckon Rhys so he can join us.
I move next to Hollis while Rhys sits at the foot of the bed.
“Take off your shirts,” I tell them.
“Thank fuck,” Hollis says, relieved. The man hates shirts.
Rhys rolls his eyes. “Surprised you didn’t have it off already.”
“Me too,” he says.
I laugh, loving the way they tease each other even in the heat of this moment. I watch them both, drinking in the reveal of Rhys’s chest. It’s strong, carved, marked with scars. There’s a tattoo across his right pec—a series of dates in black ink.
My heart catches, then hurts briefly. That has to be for a person he loved deeply and lost. I sit up, press a reverent kiss to it, then lie back on the pillows.
This is it.
All those nerves I shed as I stripped come roaring back.
I’ve never shown someone what I like in bed. I’ve never gotten myself off for a guy. I feel shaky, tense even as I reach for the toy. “I’ve never done this.”
Hollis leans forward and kisses me. “Me neither,” he admits.
“Same here,” Rhys says.
They’re both so surprisingly honest that some of the tightness in me vanishes.
You can do this. You’re a teacher. It’s time to teach.
I quirk up my lips in a saucy grin. “Is someone going to take off my panties or do I have to do everything myself?”
Hollis tips his chin to his friend. “Her pussy’s fucking beautiful. You strip her, man.”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
I’m shivering from those filthy, gorgeous words. They’re fueling me even as nerves rattle through me. Nerves and excitement.
Rhys moves between my thighs, kneeling, his strong hands coasting up my thighs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. He glides them down one hip, then the other. “Fuuuuuck.”
Rhys’s breath hisses, his eyes darkening, like he’s walked into his hottest fantasy.
He looks savage as he peels them off then brings them to his nose. His eyes squeeze shut as he inhales the panel. “Mmm,” he rumbles. “You were right.”
When he opens his eyes, he tosses the panties…to Hollis. The man next to me catches the scrap of fabric, then inhales them too, murmuring, “Yesssss.”
I think I just went from outrageously wet to a waterfall. Hollis drops my undies to the floor, then runs a hand down my arm. “Part those pretty legs more.”
I comply.
Rhys’s eyes practically turn black. “She’s fucking perfect,” he says, approvingly.
“I know, right?” Hollis says, like he’s proud he discovered me, then he presses a firm kiss to my bare shoulder. “Show us, baby. Show us how you play with that pretty pussy.”
That helps. His direction.
He moves down the bed so they’re both at my feet, watching.
I turn on the toy. It’s small and pretty—peach-colored. Shaped a little like a flower. It’s The Flutter from Just for Her, designed to simulate a tongue. If Hollis had picked a huge dong, I’d be worried. A small bullet and I might have been bored.
This vibe says the gifter put some serious thought into it. It’s easy to use, easier to teach.
When I teach poses in class, I show and I tell. With this toy, I start with a demonstration. I slide it down my chest first as two pairs of enrapt eyes stare at me like I’m the center of their world. It’s heady, their gazes on me. Their hands on me too. Hollis runs a hand up my calf, fingers grazing behind my right knee. Rhys runs his warm palm along my left thigh.
The twin attention is all new. And so good because it’s so much. I feel…surrounded.
I roam a thumb over my nipple, pinching it as my other hand travels down my stomach.
“Jesus,” Hollis rasps out.
I grab my breast harder, getting into it.
“Fucking hell,” Rhys grunts.
They like the show. I give them one, spreading my knees wider.
“Briar,” Hollis groans, squeezing my calf, then dipping his face to my leg, planting a kiss there like he just can’t resist touching me. “You’re soaked.”
“She’s dripping,” Rhys adds, and they sound mesmerized.
I feel like I’m glowing inside. Sparking. “I like…it like this,” I say, letting the toy travel between my legs and pressing it to my clit. My hips shoot up. “Oh god,” I groan.