Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Fuck.
“Ice my cake.” Shawn makes a choking sound in his throat, and Jacob’s surprised eyes meet mine.
“Oh, baby,” he says. “You have no idea how much I want to ice your cake right now. We could glaze it over and over, one after another, until you’re as sticky as a cinnamon roll.” He trails a lazy finger over the cotton fabric, which makes me shiver. “Are you ready for that?”
Yes. Yes. Absolutely fucking yes. But I don’t say that because desperation isn’t sexy.
“Maybe.”
Jacob unbuttons his fly and pulls out his long, hard, thick dick, holding it like a challenge. The stick he’s packing isn’t a surprise. I’m already acquainted with his triplet’s monster cock, and these boys are identical in many, many ways. I lick my lips, more up for the challenge than he’ll ever know but scared, too. What if I clam up, and the whole thing is a washout?
“I don’t think we should go too fast,” Hayes says. “Riley’s first time should be special, not rushed, because we’re all horny.”
“I think being horny is a necessary prerequisite for sex, dude,” Shawn says.
“He has a point,” I agree.
“Touch it,” Jacob tells me, releasing his dick. His huge dick. It’s so big that I flex my jaw involuntarily, my body already contemplating the stretch. He watches me knowingly. “Get to know it, and you decide where I can stick it.”
“Dude,” Shawn groans. “Didn’t you ever learn any sweeter dirty talk? I don’t know. Something like, ‘fuck, Riley, you look good enough to eat. I’m so fucking hard, craving your hand on me.’”
“Yeah,” I snort. “Not smooth, dude.” But I tentatively reach out for his dick anyway, and when my hand wraps around it, squeezing, the little helpless sound he makes is awesome and fills me with a rush of power.
I may be short, curvy, and inexperienced, but I can make the Jacob Drayton whimper with just a touch.
I concentrate on making it good for him, watching his gaze flash from curious to intense to molten as Shawn and Hayes remove their pants. I’ve never given anyone head before, but the desire to feel him thicken in my mouth while I hold on to his crazy hockey thighs is strong.
“Teach me,” I say as I dip my head to lick him. A chorus of groans fills the room, but Jacob’s is the deepest and raspiest. Hayes, ever considerate, gathers my hair and holds it. Then again, maybe he’s just clearing the way so he can get a better view of me blowing his brother.
“That’s it,” Jacob says, his thighs bunching under my fingertips. “Suck it harder and faster. Make me feel it.”
He’s so big and hot in my mouth, the skin thinner and more tender than I was expecting. As I follow his instructions, the ribbons maintaining my last scrap of modesty are pulled on both sides of my hips simultaneously, and cool air kisses the wet flesh of my folds. I expect fingers to explore and tease, so when a hot tongue laps me from clit to hole, I almost buckle. My concentration is lost, and my hastily acquired technique gets sloppy, but Jacob doesn’t care. He has one hand braced on the wall behind him, and his body is stretched taut like a Roman athlete carved from marble, immortalized in his physical perfection. His flavor intensifies, and salty-sweetness floods my mouth, shocking me and triggering my swallow reflex. He groans long and low, his body shuddering as he releases, and I look up at his pleasure-lax face, wanting to take a snapshot of the moment I brought Jacob Drayton to his knees.
The intensity of the moment is like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. Knowing I’m responsible for this man's total unraveling and surrender is filled with the kind of selfless pleasure I couldn’t have anticipated. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“How’s the head?” I ask, thinking about the headache he was obviously nursing.
Jacob blinks, going from bleary-eyed to focused. “Yeah,” he says uncertainly. “Better. Both heads are better.” His smile is lopsided and blissed out, and he’s the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him. I did that for him. Little old Riley Johnstone succeeded in loosening Jacob Drayton’s sour expression and rigid spine. I might just be a miracle worker.
Only then do I concentrate on Hayes behind me. He’s gripping my ass with punishing fingers as Shawn watches, his cock so hard and flushed it looks painful.
“That’s it,” Shawn whispers. “That’s it. Fuck her with your tongue,” and I almost lose my mind.
This can’t be real. I close my eyes and the imagined picture of us from above paints my consciousness with bright colors: Hayes feasting, Shawn watching, Jacob spent, and me in the center bent over and trembling.
Heat surges between my thighs as Hayes flicks my clit in a rhythm that makes my hips shift and my clit swell. “I… I…”