Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
My phone buzzes again, and I want to scream. I need this so badly, but it’s being ruined. "Joshua, could you take my phone and shut it in the bathroom?" I ask. "And Thomas, could you put some music on? Something sexy."
There’s no hesitation. My requests are fulfilled, and I’m lost in the dulcet soulful tones of Thomas’s playlist. I can slip away from my thoughts and away from any responsibility. I can let these men control my body because ceding all control is what I need to escape.
Logan moves inside me with slow determination, grinding against my clit and thrusting up in a perfect way that makes me close my eyes with sensation. After a few minutes, with Thomas’s encouragement, he rolls us to our sides. Thomas presses his body against my back, and his cock slides between the cheeks of my ass.
"We can both be inside you, if you want," he says. His fingers explore in ways that feel filthy and forbidden and I understand what he’s asking.
"Do it," I whisper.
Silence spreads in the room as Thomas rolls on a condom. The lubrication will help, but it’s not the first time I’ll have a cock in my ass. It is the first time I’ll have one in my pussy at the same time, though.
With experienced fingers, he gradually prepares me, and Logan holds still inside me, his breath raspy with excitement. I shiver with anticipation when his fingers are replaced by the head of his cock. Can I do this? Will my body do what it needs? I hold my breath and bear down, wincing at the breach even though Thomas takes it slow.
"Relax," he whispers. "Your body is mine. It belongs to me. Let me inside."
Goosebumps flair across my skin as his fingers play with my nipples, teasing and pinching with a rhythm that makes me crazy with lust.
"Fuck," someone says from a distant vantage point as Thomas begins to move slowly in and out. Logan groans as he shifts inside me, and I close my eyes so that I can drift in this safe space between two powerful men who are owning me so thoroughly. There is something so raw about what they’re doing to me, about being pinned in place and observed by so many eyes.
Logan tips my chin, urging me to open my eyes, and when I do, I see such intense feelings in him that my heart accelerates. It’s not right for him to look at me as though he loves me, but that’s how it feels. I stare back, panic surging through me.
Don’t love me, I think. Don’t even care about me. Liking me would be fine. One day, remembering me with fondness would be okay.
But not love.
"You’re beautiful," he says.
"Perfect," Thomas agrees.
"You feel so good," Logan breathes, kissing my mouth as Thomas speeds his thrusts.
And oh god, I do feel good, primed and ready to come, powerless to stop what these men are doing to me.
But also too powerless to stop the inevitable bonds that are developing between us.
20
MITCHELL
Watching my friends with Dawn is like an out-of-body experience. I feel disconnected from myself, almost able to feel what they’re feeling even though it isn’t my hand that touches or my mouth that kisses.
When Logan and Thomas come, leaving Dawn in a boneless, disorientated state, those of us who haven’t been involved step back, understanding she needs time before we take our turns.
It feels like an eon since I was with her the first night she started working here. Since then, I’ve watched each of my friends experience the same heaven that I did, not jealous but craving more for myself. I’ve grown to care for Dawn in a way that has felt inevitable, from our first interaction where she doused me with drink and set me on fire with a smile.
I’ve grown to appreciate the way she brings out the best in each of my friends and the way she’s bonded us even more as a group. Most of all, I love her sense of humor and the way she can make me laugh over the smallest thing.
Logan lingers the longest, stroking her arm and kissing her hand like he senses she needs affection and care. When he eventually steps aside, I move forward to take his place.
"Dawn, baby," I whisper, kissing her forehead. "Are you ready for more? If not…if it’s too much for you…just tell us you’re done."
"I’m not done," she says. "I won’t be done until the end."
There are still three of us who haven’t come yet. Three huge men to wreak havoc on her already satiated body. Does she really want more, or is it simply that she feels she owes us? Or maybe this is a challenge she’s set herself?
It’s a challenge alright.
"Are you sure?" I roll Dawn onto her back and gently ease her legs open. I expect to find her sore between her legs, and she is swollen there, but seems fine other than the mess my friend has left behind. "Shall I clean you up?" I ask, stroking her hair from her face. She blinks slowly and a flicker of a smile teases the corner of her mouth.