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)
I moan.
And that’s it. I’m gone. I start rocking back against Will at the same time as I grip Beckett’s blond hair and hold him against my pussy, practically forcing him to lick it. He doesn’t need to be asked twice. His tongue circles my clit before he sucks on it.
The orgasm sweeps through me. I cry out in pleasure, squeezing Will’s dick as I grind on Beckett’s tongue. Pain jolts through my hip from Will’s fingertips digging into it. I hear his low, growled curse as he suddenly thrusts one final time, as deep as he can go, and trembles from his own release.
It takes a few seconds to register the sound of Beckett’s laughter.
My eyelids flutter open to find him rolling his eyes at Will.
“This wasn’t supposed to be a quickie,” Beckett tells him, lips pressed together in mirth.
“Bro, you have no idea how good she feels.” Will nips my shoulder, then licks away the sting. His chest is still heaving. “You feel so good, Charlie.”
He pulls out slowly, and I ache at the loss. Will rolls onto his back and takes the condom off, but I don’t feel anywhere near done yet. Once again, the urgency is gone, but my body continues to hum with awareness. I swallow as Beckett crawls up my body and kisses me. His cock is heavy against my leg.
I reach between us and say, “Get a condom.”
Will stretches out his arm to grab another square packet. He tosses it to Beckett, who wastes no time putting it on.
Without a word, I meet his gaze and part my thighs for him. His eyes flash, nostrils flaring as he moves between my spread legs. He grips his shaft and guides it to the place where his friend was slamming into mere minutes ago. It should feel dirty. Wrong and taboo. Perverted or depraved or whatever other judgment someone like Agatha might spew in my direction if she knew what was happening right now.
But all I can focus on is the need in Beckett’s eyes and how badly he wants me. How badly I want him.
He pushes inside me, and I gasp at the sudden feeling of fullness. He’s thicker than Will, so it’s a different type of stretch. It feels like heaven.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he whispers.
His chin rests on my shoulder for a moment, lips grazing it before he rises on his knees, grips my hips, and pulls my body toward him. He fucks me in that position while Will lies beside me, playing with my nipples and kissing my neck.
“You were right,” he tells Will. His voice grows hoarse as his gaze shifts to me. “Your pussy is goddamn paradise. I want to live in it forever.”
My own pleasure is building again, his reverent words only fueling it. I lift my hips to meet his slow, teasing thrusts.
“Can you come again?” he asks.
I nod. “If you go faster.”
Beckett increases the tempo, each deep plunge hitting a spot inside me that makes me gasp for air.
“Will,” he says while his gaze stays locked with mine.
“I got you.” Will licks his fingers and then slides his hand between us to where we’re joined.
I moan the second he touches my clit.
Beckett drives into me harder. “I’m going to come soon,” he warns.
“This wasn’t supposed to be a quickie,” Will mocks.
Beckett chokes out a laugh.
I gasp when Will rubs my clit faster.
“Give it to Beck, baby,” he says roughly. “Don’t deprive him of that feeling of you squeezing his big cock when you come. Make him feel good, Charlie.”
There’s something so exhilarating about the way he’s requesting his friend’s pleasure be attended to while sucking on my nipple and fingering my clit.
Beckett’s features stretch taut. He bites into his lip. Then he groans and says, “Yep. Can’t stop it. Jesus fuck.”
He clasps my hips as he shudders with release, keeping my body pressed tight to his. The noises he makes and the way his chest strains with each panted breath detonate my own climax. This one is different from before. It stays localized to the spot where we’re joined, rippling around his dick.
It takes several moments for me to remember how to breathe again. Beckett collapses on top of me before shifting onto his back.
“Goddamn it,” he grunts, staring up at the ceiling.
“Fuck,” Will mutters.
Amused, I look between them. “I can’t figure out if you guys are angry.”
“Not angry,” Will assures me. He releases a breath. “I’ve just never come so fast in my life. Never seen him come that fast either.”
“Unheard of,” Beckett mumbles in agreement. “That was, what, ten strokes?”
“Maybe twenty,” Will says generously.
I laugh. “Again, can’t figure out if you’re complaining.”
“I promise we’re not.” Will rises on his elbow and peers at me ruefully. “But we were supposed to make it good for you, not be too quick on the trigger.”