Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 144696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
“I’m going to come, Leif,” Emir rasped, his hands falling to grip my ass and rock me harder against him. “I’m going to fucking come in this beautiful pussy.”
“Yes!” I cried around a mouthful of cock, and Neil’s dick jerked against the back of my throat, spraying hot droplets on my tongue as he groaned. Emir buried himself deep, his fingers digging into me painfully as he pummeled me with rapid thrusts. When he came, he shouted and slapped my ass.
The moment Emir withdrew, I hurried to the wastebasket to spit. Chemo had made Neil’s semen taste god awful, and I worried that indicated the presence of meds in it.
I wondered how many other people end their threesomes with thoughts of chemotherapy, and I laughed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. In fact, I laughed so hard that I couldn’t stay up, and I rolled onto my back on the floor, my stomach jiggling from laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Emir asked with a grin.
“I feel amazing, that’s all.” I sat up on my elbows. “Thank you two.”
“It was my pleasure,” Emir said, then he grimaced. “Excuse me a moment.”
He went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, leaving Neil and I alone. I beamed at him.
He looked pretty damned pleased, himself. “That was incredibly hot.”
“Thanks.” I bent my knees, my feet flat on the carpet, giving him a little peep show. “I thought I was doing okay.”
“Better than okay,” Emir said as he stepped out of the bathroom. “Chloe, you are amazing. I hope we do this again.”
“Maybe you two could get involved while I watch next time,” I suggested, making a finger gun that moved from Emir to Leif.
Emir couldn’t hide his smirk. “Any time I’m in London.”
He declined an offer of a shower or something to drink, checking his watch after he drew his jeans up and over his hips. “I don’t wish to be rude, but I want to get back to my wife. We have dinner plans tonight.”
“Oh, fuck and run, why don’t you?” I giggled. I got up and donned my black silk robe while he buttoned his shirt. When he was ready to leave, I shook his hand. He leaned forward and kissed the air beside my cheek.
Neil had fastened his belt, but he didn’t stand. “Forgive me, if I don’t get up.”
“No, no. Stay there,” Emir said, stepping over to shake hands with him. “It has truly been a pleasure.”
I showed Emir out, thanked him again, and I was surprised at how easy it was to be around him even after we’d had sex. It was like saying goodbye to an old friend. I really hoped we would see him again.
“That went well,” Neil observed when I returned to the bedroom. “Perhaps shorter than I would have liked, but with my current stamina—”
“It went better than well.” I cut him off, because I didn’t want him to get down on himself. Not after our great afternoon. “I had a super good time.”
“So did I.” Neil stood and moved to the bed, where he dropped down heavily. “I need a nap now. That’s the mark of good sex, isn’t it?”
“Definitely.” I shrugged out of my robe and dropped to my knees in front of him. I slipped his leather loafers off and rolled down his socks. I’d found that his mood improved greatly if I fussed over him while I was naked. It helped distract him so he couldn’t lecture me.
He reached down and traced the line of my jaw, brushing back slashes of my fallen hair. “You are so beautiful. While I love fucking you, it was fantastic to have the opportunity to watch you have sex.”
I shivered. I’d just come down from insane heights of arousal, but my body throbbed again at his words.
His thumb brushed my earlobe as his fingers threaded through the roots of my hair. “Knowing how you feel is one thing. Having the visual from a different perspective was the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen.”
He didn’t ask me if Emir was better. I didn’t think he would— and he probably knew what the answer was, already. Sex with Emir had been wonderful, but the connection between Neil and me lent more weight to our encounters. Still, I was glad that Neil didn’t ask. It proved to me, in a way I couldn’t effectively analyze, that this was something we had done, together, not something that I’d done or that had been done to me.
I helped Neil undress and get into bed, then climbed in beside him to snuggle. Once he was soundly asleep, I dressed, grabbed my laptop, and headed downstairs.
I went into the library and settled my computer on a small, round table in the corner. Pulling up a leather wing-chair, I opened Word and drummed my fingers on the keys.