Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
“I’m not tapping out,” she says, reaching for his dick. Theron was not expecting her touch, and he gasps like a man plunged into a frozen lake.
“Shit, Allie.”
“Are my hands cold?" She laughs at his moment of weakness.
"Not cold. Just a surprise."
"I'm making up for lost time." She slides her hands over his abs, up to his chest and around his neck, trailing pictures onto his skin. Her expression is lazy, her eyes glazed and intoxicated. They kiss in the same deep way Russell kissed her and I move closer as Theron urges Allie onto her back. Clay nears too, taking a place to the left of Allie, close to her head. I see what he wants before he suggests it by touching her cheek and asking her to open for him. As Theron drives deep between her thighs, and Clay pushes between her pretty lips, I feast on her breasts, sucking each engorged tip into my mouth, waiting to take my turn to send her into the stratosphere. I focus on her body as each man reaches his release.
Allie’s slick and warm when I get between her legs, and her soft brown eyes are glazed with relaxed pleasure. “You ready for more?” I ask, already knowing the answer. She’s insatiable. Her hand reaches out like she’s searching for me in the dark, touching my cheek. “Jimmy.” The smile on her face is half drunk but perfectly brilliant.
“Yeah, baby. I’m here.”
I move but not fast. I want to prolong our time together. I don’t care about the others waiting. Allie deserves gentleness as well as passion. She deserves for us to take time with her pleasure. She deserves the very best of all of us.
“You feel good,” she whispers, pulling me closer for a kiss. It’s featherlight, and so sugar-sweet, I have to lick my lips after. I kiss her deeper, losing myself in her mouth, holding her close against me so we’re sliding against each other, skin slick and bodies so hot I feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust. Jonas moves closer, but I warn him off with a sharp look that he understands immediately.
It’s stupid to feel like I do. To want this moment to be just between me and Allie, a memory we can treasure like a secret when this time together is past. This is supposed to be group sex. It’s supposed to be about Allie’s experience, but I want her all to myself, even for just this moment of connection.
It would be different if I knew we had a future.
I feel her nearing climax as her nails dig into my skin and her neck arches, and I want to orgasm at the same time. I palm her breasts, dipping my face into her neck and inhaling her sweet scent as I thrust into her harder and faster.
My release is a tsunami as she ripples around me, milking me for everything I am and everything I’ll ever be.
I thought Oliver looked wrecked after, but I’m destroyed. I don’t want to leave her warmth. I don’t want to kiss her and withdraw knowing this might never happen again.
I don’t want to say goodbye.
Not now. Not ever.
But I have to because Allie’s not mine. She’s not any of ours. We’re just pawns in this game and she’s the queen.
Jonas touches me on the shoulder, maybe sensing that I don’t know how to walk away. “We’ve still got time,” he says softly in my ear.
“Time?” I blink, confused. I slip from inside Allie and manage to walk two steps as Jonas shadows me.
“Time to make her want us for more than just our big dicks.”
His words are like a knife.
We’ve had conversations about objectification but it’s not until Jonas states it so clearly that I feel it here.
Does size matter?
Size is what brought us all together. But there has to be more to all this for Allie, doesn’t there?
35
ALLIE
Hands softly squeeze my breasts and find my nipples. Lips kiss my calves and then the inside of my thighs. I'm so slick between my legs, and so over sensitized, too. I’ve lost count of how many times these men have brought me to the precipice and pushed me over into blissful oblivion.
I look down and see Tom kneeling between my legs. Our eyes meet, and when he smiles against my clit, I start to tremble. The rasp of his beard against my tender flesh makes my toes curl. Around me, Gabe, Jonas, Stefan and Carson stand, their hands greedy, their eyes even greedier. The rest are close too, watching while they rest, their turns already taken. Everyone is naked despite the outside location. The sheer amount of sexy, tan, lean muscle around is hard to describe in a way that would do it justice. I think I could come just from looking at them and thinking about what their bodies can do.