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)
As Rhys fucks up into me, I part my lips for Gavin and take his cock in my mouth. The fat head slides down my throat while Rhys rocks up into my pussy. I’m being fucked from beneath me. I’m being fucked from in front of me.
Gavin coils a palm around my head, then closes his eyes. “Fuck, sweetheart. Your mouth. Your fucking mouth. My god.”
I ache from those words. Pleasure pulses in me as I rock back and forth on Rhys’s cock, as I relax my throat for Gavin’s. He pushes a little deeper into my mouth. Spit dribbles down my chin.
Gavin grunts, a long, savage sound.
Rhys moans.
“Look at you. Owning them. Owning their pleasure,” Hollis says, his tone deep and approving.
I lift my shoulders higher. I like being praised for what I’ve learned to do with my body in the last few days. Listen to it. And I like what that listening can do for me—bring me pleasure and bring pleasure to these men.
Their sounds grow louder. Their thrusts more erratic. Their dicks thrust deeper.
But almost too deep. As Gavin grips my hair tighter, his cock drives so far in that I gag.
“Shit, sweetheart. Are you okay?” he asks, jerking out his dick.
I cough one more time, my throat scraped, but I’m not ready to quit. “Come on my lips, okay?”
His eyes fall shut. “Yes, fucking yes,” he bites out as I ride Rhys’s cock till he’s driving hard under me.
He’s seconds away. Gavin is too.
My thoughts burn off. My brain hums. My nerves ripple with excitement as Gavin slides his cock between my lips halfway till he’s growling then grunting, “Gonna come.”
He pulls out, then comes on my mouth. I flick my tongue over my lips, tasting him while Rhys shoves up into me one more time, then stills.
As his sounds fill the air, I turn to Hollis, feeling wicked, feeling wild as I squeeze my breasts together in an invitation.
He’s up and out of the chair in no time. A minute later, I’ve eased off Rhys, and Gavin has backed away. I’m lying on the mattress, offering my tits for Hollis, who’s now stripped naked.
Straddling my chest, he spits on his palm, then lubes up the valley of my breasts. A few quick pumps and he’s saying on an upthrust, “Want to show you what I learned.”
I have no idea what he means, but my head’s full of too much static to care, my body bursting with too many endorphins to think. Hollis fucks my tits till a hot splash of his release paints my chest.
Mesmerized, I spread his release across my breasts as he slides next to me and coasts a hand down to my pussy.
Like he did the first night.
When I faked it.
This time, I part my legs, I arch my hips, and I give in to him.
This is what he meant. He’s been learning what makes me tick all week, and now he’s showing me. He touches me the way I’ve taught him, and I let go.
To this.
To the way I feel with these three men.
Free.
I move with his talented fingers, using them to seek the pleasure I deserve, chasing an orgasm fearlessly then surrendering when it jolts me and I come once again.
With them.
It feels like all three of them are doing everything to me.
And I don’t want it any other way.
50
HOT RIDES
Hollis
The next evening as the day coasts toward sunset, we’re standing in a field not far from a big, bright pink balloon that the ground crew for Hot Rides is inflating.
The balloon operator is an older woman named Clara with long fuchsia fingernails, lash extensions, and curly blonde hair. I don’t know what I was expecting except, well, not a girlie girl my mom’s age.
But I should know better. I was raised by a woman who played hockey, so it makes perfect sense that a hot-air balloon pilot is a woman with laugh lines etched in ivory skin and a penchant for pink.
“So, that’s it. Just climb in when we tell you and up you go. But don’t rock the basket,” Clara says as she finishes her safety talk.
I appreciate the info and her thoroughness. Still, it’s my job to look out for my friends. “And you’re saying we don’t need safety harnesses or anything?”
She gives me a smile, genuine, but practiced. It’s clearly not the first time she’s gotten this question. But she turns to Briar. “You want to take this one, hun?”
Briar smiles at me, a twinkle in her eyes like she has a secret. “Nope. Hot-air balloons are one of the safest ways to travel.”
Rhys takes off his shades, looks to me. “I’ll be expecting you to land in the players’ lot in your own balloon soon.”
Gavin scoffs. “Don’t tempt him, man. You know Hollis will be taking balloon lessons next weekend then getting his pilot’s license.”