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)
“Fingers,” Shawn says. “Fuck her pretty pussy with your fingers.”
In a rush, Hayes pushes one and then two of his thick, calloused fingers inside me, nudging against a spot that almost folds me in two. “Oh, fuck…don’t…”
‘Stop’ is lost on a fast-rising tide of pleasure so bright I have to open my eyes to experience it. When I start to collapse to the bed, Hayes supports me until I’m lowered to my side, twitching and gasping.
“Holy fuck,” Shawn says. “She went off like a fucking bomb.”
“She’s done that every time,” Hayes says proudly. “I think it’s her thing.”
It isn’t, I want to tell him. No other man has ever made me feel this unbelievably good. It’s like he’s managed to turn me inside out with very little effort. I barely have control of my limbs or my breathing. It comes in gasps like I’ve risen quickly from the bottom of the ocean, oxygen and sunlight-deprived, euphoric at the pleasure of simple air.
“She broke my brain,” Jacob says.
“Hayes broke hers,” Shawn laughs. “And just saying… I’m more than up for having mine broken, too.”
“Get in line,” Hayes says. He rolls me onto my back, stretching out over my body, lining us up so we’re eye to eye, and his cock is resting hot against my belly. “Riley… you okay?” He nuzzles my nose with his, cheeks colored with heat and breathing ragged.
I draw my knees up so my thighs spread around him.
“I’m good,” I whisper.
“Are you okay to carry on?”
“Uh-huh.” I nod, even though I’m unsure what carry on might mean.
“We don’t have to…” He looks between us, raising one eyebrow.
“What if I want to?” I do want to, but I’m worried he’ll think it means something more than it does. I’m not a big believer in the ‘handing over my flower as a gift’ school of thought. Someone has to go first, and as long as it’s someone who’s keeping me in mind as part of the process—previous partners haven’t been so selfless—I’m happy to let it go.
“You do?”
This is meaningful for Hayes, too, and it’s right it’s him. We get to take this step together, with his brothers, as some kind of strange, naked cheer team. And weirdly, that doesn’t feel wrong. It just kind of feels right.
“Yeah. With you.”
Shawn makes a sniffing, emotional noise, and both Hayes and I turn to find him dabbing his eye with his discarded shirt. “Just stop,” he says with exaggerated emotion. “Stop with the frickin’ cuteness. I can’t take it.”
Jacob tosses his shirt at his brother. “Stop spoiling the moment, dude. This is momentous.”
“Maybe you fuckers should clear out,” Hayes growls.
“I don’t fucking think so.”
“We’ve run this drill before,” Jacob says. “We’ll be on standby to shout out changes to play if you’re not on the right track. And step in, you know, if you don’t get the puck into the net.”
“He’ll get the puck into the net,” I say, glancing between us at the sheer heft of what Hayes is planning to deflower me with. “He won’t need your help.” I touch Hayes’ jaw. “If babies can come out, Hayes’ dick—hell, all your dicks—can go in. And anyway, he’s got a way with my body, like he’s a homing pigeon for my orgasms.”
“That is a fucking weird analogy, but we get the idea.” Jacob rubs the back of his neck.
“Says the man bringing puck talk into the bedroom.”
“And we’re enjoying the sentiment of ‘all our dicks’.” Shawn laughs. Trust him to pick up on that part.
“Have you got condoms?” I ask.
“Yeah.” Hayes nods to Jacob, who yanks open the drawer in the nightstand and tosses him a whole reel.”
“I only need one.” He braces one arm above my head and uses his mouth to tear the packets apart.
“Can I?” I ask.
“Wrap your present?” Shawn says. “How very thoughtful.”
“Yeah. Okay.” Hayes’ voice has a breathy, excited quality that warms my heart and fills me with confidence that this is right. For all the peanut gallery weirdness, I’m so ready for this to happen with Hayes. In truth, having Jacob and Shawn with us has defused the intensity that could have accompanied this moment, and I’m glad for that.
The condom is slick between my fingers, and I study it, trying to work out which way is the right way. When I think I’ve got it, I fumble, pushing it over the thick head, and it takes some effort to roll it down Hayes’ length, but I manage it, and when he’s all wrapped, I make a satisfied noise.
“Pretty good for your first time,” Shawn says, and I blush with a stupid sense of pride. Hayes, noticing, dips his head and kisses my warm cheek.
He opens his mouth to speak, but I press my finger over his lips. “I’m sure,” I whisper. The air thickens and swells with expectation, and I let my legs fall open wider so Hayes has space to position himself. When his dick notches where I’m wet and needy, I hold my breath.