Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
It wasn’t going to take long at this rate. Shannon’s greedy mouth felt good, but not as good as the fingers surging inside me. And those didn’t feel as good as the connection of his mouth against mine, drinking up my moans.
My orgasm barreled down abruptly, hurtling me toward the edge . . .
And then it flung me right over.
I broke our kiss and cried out as I was crushed under a wave of ecstasy, shivering in his arms.
My recovery was slow.
I came back to reality, breath by ragged breath, letting some of the fog clear from my mind, before sliding out of his lap. I melted down the side of the booth and onto my knees and twisted my hands behind my back to undo my bra.
He didn’t understand what I was doing until I reached for the undone sides of his pants. Then, his hands were there, easing me out of the way so he could take over. I let him, because that would be faster, and I was eager for what came next.
I sat back, impatiently waiting as he pushed his pants and underwear down his legs, lifted the wad of clothes over me, and cast them aside. They landed on the floor with a soft thump, and then he was as naked as I was.
His dick was hard, resting against his stomach, and I clamped a hand around it. His lips parted to exhale a deep, appreciative sigh, which gave me secondhand satisfaction. I delivered a few pumps, and although I wanted to continue watching the show, I also wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could.
So I bent, opened my mouth, and slid his cock inside.
As my lips closed around him and I inched down, he issued a groan. It sounded like pleasure and pain mixed together, as if I were both pleasing and torturing him. Shit, it was hot as fuck. I opened my jaw wider, allowing him to slip further inside, all the way to the back of my throat.
When I sucked hard and swiped my tongue against the sensitive underside of his tip, the muscles in his thighs corded with tension. Oh, he really liked that, so I did it again.
But my hair was in my way. I had to pause and push it back over my shoulder, but as soon as I began to pump my mouth over him, it fell again, It was annoying how it wouldn’t stay, and just as I reached to hold it back, a hand was there, collecting the strands.
It wasn’t Noah’s—it was Shannon’s.
“That’s it,” she cooed. “Get him ready for me.”
Her dirty words caused a hit of pleasure, an aftershock from my orgasm. As she held my hair out of my way, my tongue spun cartwheels over the head of Noah’s cock. It caused him to pulse and flex, which was hard on my jaw, but was totally worth it.
Eventually, I had to come up for air.
It wasn’t the easiest blowjob I’d ever given. I was mindful of the table just beside my head and did my best not to bang my head on it. When I sat back on my heels, Shannon saw her window of opportunity and went for it. She seized Noah’s cock, wet with my saliva, and gave it a long, thorough stroke.
On some level, I knew I was supposed to dislike this. Her action should have caused jealousy to roar through me, but all it did was make me burn hotter. Maybe something was wrong with me because I loved the way it looked.
Her gaze went from the dick in her hands, up to Noah’s face, and her tone was pleading. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
He considered her request for a single beat, and then he moved. His hands scooped under my arms and helped me onto my feet as he stood. The kiss he delivered was quick and almost chaste, even though we were both naked and his hands had moved to settle on my ass.
When it ended, he peered at me, and I understood the question that lurked in his eyes.
Are you sure you’re okay with this?
TWENTY-FIVE
Charlotte
Was he kidding? I was one thousand percent sure I wanted this. A grin widened across my lips and I nodded.
Sure, this was all new to me, but—God. I felt so lucky to be invited into this world. This night was like an initiation. A turning point.
An awakening.
And I was so glad I got to do it with Noah.
With my approval settled, he turned his attention to the writhing couple, probably trying to figure out the best way to make her wish happen.
“Let me lean against the table,” he said.
Eli reacted right away. He used his grasp to back Shannon up and made room for the other man to move in. When Noah did, he put an arm around me and pulled me along with him. He sat on the edge of the table, one hand curling around the end of it, and tucked me in at his side. I stood at the end of the booth, placed a bent knee on the seat cushion, and left the other foot flat on the floor.