Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
I’d been with countless people like her. People who knew they liked sex and wanted to have a good time, the kind of good time that was perfect for getting over a breakup.
I would have to show her a good time, then.
But there were preliminaries. “I’m not trying to be crude here,” I began, “but from what I understand, you’re ‘free-spirited.’” I made air quotes with one hand. “I need to know if you’re safely free-spirited or…”
“Reckless?” she finished for me. “I’m very careful. I’ve never had sex without a condom before. Except, you know. Oral.”
“Do you get tested, then? If you’re not using condoms and dental dams during oral?” It sounded like a doctor’s office question, but safety first.
She nodded. “Sure do. Every three months if I’m out there and active. I know everyone thinks my life is this nonstop fuckfest because I show the slightest interest in sex and one-night stands, but I haven’t gotten any since that damn cruise last year. I passed the last exam with flying colors. How about you?”
“Regular checks, just got out of a long-term relationship.” I didn’t mention that those “regular checks” were a requirement for membership at my kink resort. Even the most free-spirited of free spirits were sometimes put off by the mention of anything harder than handcuffs. This would be a straightforward, well, fuckfest, to use her words. “I use condoms during intercourse, that’s nonnegotiable.”
“Same.” She held out her hand for a businesslike shake, and as I took it, she added, “But if it’s okay with you, I like to swallow.”
Jesus. What had I gotten myself into?
CHAPTER FOUR
(Charlotte)
There I was, fully naked in the arms of the hottest guy I’d ever seen, and he was adorably shocked by my request to suck him off.
“Oh, that’s what strikes you speechless,” I teased him. “Not me stripping naked less than an hour after we met?”
“I—”
I slipped my arm around his neck and pulled him down. When he went in for a kiss, I dodged him, bringing my lips close to his ear. “No, the thing that shocks you is learning that I want you to come in my mouth and let me gulp down every drop.”
A shiver went through him.
“I don’t know if you can handle me,” I went on, and ran the tip of my tongue over the curve of his ear. “You were so sure of yourself before.”
“You’re treading dangerous ground,” he warned, leaning back. “Or water, more aptly. But I’ve done things you couldn’t imagine in your wildest fantasies.”
“My fantasies are pretty wild,” I countered, all the while thinking, show me. Show me all those dirty things you’ve done. Do them to me.
He slowly backed me toward the edge of the pool. “Have you ever been tied down by three men who touched you and fucked you and worked you over with toys and their mouths until you were on the very edge of orgasm, only to have them stop and then do it over and over again, all night long? Keeping you on the edge but denying you until daylight? Until you were pleading and begging in tears, promising that you’d do anything if they’d let you come?”
“Holy fuck,” I eeped out.
“I have,” he said with a smirk.
“Wait, with three men?” Had I found a fellow pansexual?
He nodded. “There were times I had a dick in my ass, one in my mouth, and someone’s lips wrapped around my cock.”
I didn’t know how to respond beyond, “I’m glad that happened to you. And that I’m getting to hear about it now.”
“Do you still think I’m unqualified?”
My back bumped against the wall and the gentle underwater nozzle that produced a current on the surface of the pool. “If I say yes, will you tell me another story?”
He grinned. “You liked that one, did you?”
I nodded, and he boosted me up to sit on his knees, to kneel on his thighs. Then he eased them apart, bringing me down so that the jet of water rolled over my bare cunt. I shifted position until it hit my clit directly and patiently waited for another story.
“I’ve kept a woman restrained on a Sybian for two hours. By the time she used the safe word, her voice was barely a whisper, she’d screamed so long.” He slipped a hand between my legs and found my clit. With a practiced thumb, he drew the hood back and exposed my raw nerves to the gentle movement of the water.
“I’ve held parties where every available surface was covered in fucking bodies. I’ve been tortured and tormented and experienced pleasure so intense I thought I would die.”
I whimpered; the slow and steady stream of water over my clit sent piercing shocks through my pelvis, but it wasn’t enough.
“And I’ve given people that kind of pleasure, Charlotte,” he whispered beside my ear. “I could give it to you. All you have to do… is ask for it.”