Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Stay right where you are,” I say before he walks off. “I dare you to remove your shirt.”
His mouth curves into a small grin, the confident kind, letting me know that he sees how much I want him. Eyes still on me, Marcos pulls off his shirt, and I understand why he wears such a cocky expression.
His torso is hard-sculpted perfection, the kind of physique that men aspire to when they work out. But I don’t know why I’m surprised; Shane and Khalil’s bodies are similarly ripped, and I’m looking forward to confirming that Devin’s is too. Construction work appears to come with benefits, and I’m going to enjoy the fruits of their labor.
Once his shirt is off, Marcos props himself casually against the wall next to the refrigerator, and I swear he’s posing for my benefit, though he probably looks effortlessly perfect, and I’d be gaping at him no matter how he positioned his body. “Khalil, I dare you to kiss Becca,” Marcos says.
I move to meet Khalil halfway as he comes toward me. He wraps his arms around me, pressing our bare chests together, and it makes me so fucking horny I can barely stand it. My soft flesh against his hard muscles, my nipples poking into him, his hands gliding over my bare back as he brings his mouth to mine.
It’s no quick peck. It’s deep and full of promise, his tongue teasing mine, his lips hungry to taste me. I want to press fast forward on this game. I want them all naked, and I want them inside me. But it’s not my turn to give the orders.
Khalil looks around at his friends. “Shane and Marcos, I dare you both to suck on Becca’s tits.”
Shane picks me up and sets me on the counter. “So we can reach you better,” he explains with a grin. As soon as he takes his arms off of me, I miss the feeling of his body against my bare skin. Every single one of my nerve endings is on high alert.
They’re both in front of me now, and I worry that it might be too crowded with both of them there, but they make it work. Good lord, do they make it work.
“Can we play this game everyday?” I ask, my voice husky. Khalil and Devin chuckle, but Shane and Marcos don’t pause from their mission.
I’ve had men who’ve tried to squeeze my breasts together and take both of my nipples in their mouth at once, and it never quite works out. This, on the other hand, is one of my new favorite things.
Both men simultaneously sucking, licking, biting, flicking their tongues over two of the most sensitive parts of my body until I’m about to explode. The sensations build quickly, and I feel on the verge of an orgasm, but it remains frustratingly out of reach. If I could just get a little more, I’d be there. It’s so close, but so far.
I know what I need — a hard cock inside me — and I have every reason to believe it’s coming soon. I just need to be patient.
My breath is ragged when Marcos pulls away. Shane gets in a few more licks, and then he backs off too.
“Who goes next?” I ask, greedy, needy and eager for more.
“We both get a turn,” Shane tells Marcos. “Go ahead.”
Marcos takes a long draw from his beer, making me wait as I sit among the men, desperate for their touch. Finally, he says, “Khalil, take off her panties and make her come.”
There’s been a playful tone to our game so far, but the men grow more serious as they watch Khalil approach me, briefly kiss me, and then lift my hips to slide my underwear down my legs.
I’m completely naked now, with nowhere to hide, and Khalil emphasizes that fact by spreading my legs wide, displaying my most private area for all of the men to see. They’re all gathered around, watching as Khalil parts my swollen lips, stroking his thumbs over the tender flesh.
“You’re soaking wet, Becca.” His voice is low, reverent.
I can’t speak. I’m trembling, and I hope it’s subtle enough that none of them notice. Part of it is my desire, but there are also nerves. One-on-one, the men don’t intimidate me, but all of them watching … it’s both exciting and unnerving.
I close my eyes so I can focus on his touch. I don’t forget that I’m being watched, but the darkness behind my eyelids keeps me from being caught up in the distraction of them all.
A finger slides into my pussy, and my breath catches in my chest. It pushes in deeper and I let out a sigh mingled with a moan. The finger curls and I grasp helplessly at the countertop, wishing it was a nice, fluffy blanket I could squish in my fist to help me deal with the feelings he’s triggering inside me.