Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“What?”
“You have no idea how gorgeous you are,” he mutters. “Your body is incredible.”
“It is,” Beckett agrees. He’s nibbling on my breast now, licking my nipple while his fingers play with the other one.
“My boobs are too small,” I protest.
“Perfect handful,” he mumbles, sucking my nipple deep into his mouth.
Pleasure rockets through me. “I don’t have an ass.”
“Sure you do.” He lifts his mouth off my breast, reaching beneath me to squeeze one ass cheek.
I grumble at him. “You’re just going to disagree with everything I say.”
“If you plan on criticizing any inch of this body, then yes. You’re a goddamn weapon, Charlie. You’re dangerous.”
No one’s ever called me dangerous before. I think I like it.
I reach between us to grip his cock, pumping slowly. That gets me a groan. He’s hot and hard in my hand. I look over to see Will easing his pants down his hips, gripping his erection in his fist. Stroking himself as he watches us fool around in his bed.
“Beck,” he says. “I want to see your tongue on her clit.”
Oh my God. What is happening right now?
Beckett slides between my legs, kissing my inner thighs, licking and teasing until I’m begging for him to kiss something else. Begging for the same thing Will wants—Beckett’s tongue on me. We share that sentiment wholeheartedly.
Finally, I feel him kissing my sensitive nub, and I shudder with happiness. I lie back and enjoy it, my gaze shifting from Beckett’s mouth to Will’s face. Back and forth, because I can’t decide what’s more arousing: Beckett’s tongue flicking my clit or Will’s lust-drenched eyes as he watches him do it.
The urgency I felt downstairs has dimmed. It’s not a race to the finish anymore, a desperate, painful need for release. I’ve already had one orgasm tonight. I’m hoping for another. But this time, I want more. I want it all.
I moan when Beckett licks his way to my opening, spearing me with his tongue. It’s still not enough, though. My pussy ripples and contracts. Greedy and empty.
“I want…” I gasp, distracted by the finger he adds to the mix.
Will’s gaze finds mine. “You want what, Charlie?”
“I want someone to fuck me.”
He smiles. “Which one of us?”
“Both.”
Will joins us on the bed. His hand strokes up my thigh, gliding along my hip, my stomach, my ribs. My breath hitches when he reaches into a drawer for condoms. He tears one off the strip, kneeling beside us as he rolls it on. Then he stretches that long, muscular body behind me, lying on his side.
When I start to turn toward him, he says, “No, stay like that.”
He repositions me so I’m half on my back, half on my side. He lifts my leg, bending my knee and gripping the back of it, which pushes my core toward Beckett’s seeking mouth.
“Keep licking her,” he tells Beckett, who groans his approval.
A thrill shoots through me. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I feel pressure between my legs as the tip of Will’s cock nudges my opening. The broad head slips in half an inch. Then another. It’s the most delicious friction, but too slow.
Too. Damn. Slow.
I try to buck against him to take him fully, but he grips my hip to still me.
“Let me feed it to you, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”
Oh my God.
It suddenly registers that Beckett’s not licking me anymore. He’s rubbing my clit with his thumb, his silver eyes tracking the slow glide of his friend’s dick entering me.
“Jesus, that’s hot,” he mutters.
I peer down at him. “Really? Even with a condom?”
“I mean, it’d look hotter without it, but we don’t take risks.”
I don’t either—when it comes to sexual health anyway—but for some reason, the idea of Will sliding into me bare is a turn-on I didn’t expect. Another surprise kink of mine, I guess, and it causes my pussy to clamp around him so hard he bites my shoulder.
“Holy fuck,” Will croaks. “Why are you so tight?”
Beckett chuckles. “Dude, that was her response to imagining you doing her without a condom.”
“Stop revealing my secrets,” I complain, and he winks.
Will’s arm wraps around me, his hand covering my breast, squeezing. “You don’t like condoms?”
“I don’t mind them. But in this situation, I…”
“What about this situation is different?” He kisses my shoulder as he slips his full length inside me.
We both groan.
“If we weren’t using a condom right now, would you let me come inside you?” Will asks, his hips retreating, then plunging forward. Hard. Deep.
“Yes.”
“And then when Beck has his turn, you’d let him come inside you too?”
My pussy involuntarily squeezes him again, and he lets out a strangled cry.
Beckett chuckles, planting a kiss on my thigh before looking up at me with a devilish gleam in his eye. “Ah, that’s what it is. You want both of us to fill you up.”