Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
He smacks my ass once, twice, the cracking sound crystal clear and sharp, then palms my right cheek and spreads me wide. For Banks, I realize. He’s holding me open for Banks. Vaguely, I hear another thud behind me on the floor and acknowledge through the mounting hunger that Banks is kneeling now, too. His breath is on my bottom, between it and because of the way I’m positioned, hips tilted, his breath also ghosts over the underside of my core, where Tobias is asserting himself with slick drags of his tongue, his harsh moans adding infinite enjoyment to the action. Vibrations.
“Never had anything so delicious in my fucking life,” Tobias grates, his fingertips skimming up my inner thigh, rubbing a thumb over my entrance before pressing, starting an uncontrollable tremble in my legs. “How does the rest of her taste?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute.” Banks flattens his tongue against that untouched place and grunts, stiffens the appendage and rides it in swift motions, up, back, up, back then revels in me by rolling his head side to side, his fingers digging glorious bruises into my buttocks. My vision doubles along with the pleasure, my core winding up like a clock, breasts heavy, teeth chattering, hands fisted in the comforter. “She’s a little nervous. And a lot excited.”
“That’s what I’m getting, too,” Tobias says, smacking my sex lightly. “That’s what makes a good girl tight and wet at the same time, isn’t it?”
I’m being set loose into the atmosphere like a stray balloon, and I want to remain here, with my men, so I search out Gabe’s eyes and find him watching me with rapt concentration, his fingers busy applying a condom to…a very king-sized erection.
“Oh…God,” I cry out at the sight of it, because it’s almost too much when my body is already on the verge of a life-altering orgasm. The idea of sinking down onto something so large would normally have me saying hell no. But I’ve never been this prepared. This needy. This wet. At some point, my fingers have snagged and twisted Tobias’s hair and I’ve tipped my hips higher for the unfamiliar sensations Banks is spinning through me. Pleasure converges on me from two sources and a third lies before me, tempting me, my hips beginning to buck in anticipation of sitting on Gabe’s lap. “Please, please, please, please…”
“No begging necessary, love. That’s our job.” Tobias’s voice sounds like it’s coming from a vast distance when he says, “How close are you?”
“Close,” I choke out. And the pure sex in his voice shunts me even closer.
Right to the edge. I could let myself catch fire right now, but I bite down on my tongue and try to ignore the fact that I’m shaking—shaking—and prevent myself from letting go. I want it to be for Gabe. He needs me the most tonight and…I don’t know when I started interpreting their needs and fulfilling them, don’t know when I started caring about each of them as individuals—and a whole—but here we are. I’m almost desperate to show him how strong he is. How desirable. To feel exultant in the process. Powerful. Alive.
There is a whisper in the back of my head saying mine. Unfortunately or fortunately—no idea which—I hear the same claiming whisper for Banks and Tobias.
I’m yanked clean out of my frenzied thoughts when Tobias presses two slow fingers inside of me and grinds out a sound that has me mentally chanting chocolate cake and at the very same time, Banks applies unyielding pressure to that untouched place. A secret place inside of me that has never been reached swells, the pressure in my lower body turning my blood to molten metal and my muscles into taut ropes.
“I’m going to h-have—” A tremor rocks through me and I bear down, my forehead on the mattress now. I’m positioned so I can watch what’s happening behind me, below me, and the vision of Tobias using his fingers between my thighs, his movements skilled and knowing, will never leave me. Never. It’s a fantasy come to life and when he slaps my clit with his tongue and pushes those digits deeper, I know I’m at the end of my line. “I’m there,” I scrape out. “Please, I’m—”
Tobias moves swiftly while cursing under his breath, sliding free of the opening between my legs. Banks snatches my hips in a grip, unwilling to let me go, eyes appearing black in the dull light, but Tobias wrestles me loose and drags me up the bed toward Gabe.
“Fuck!” shouts Banks. A dazed glance over my shoulder shows him pacing at the foot of the bed, both hands on his head.
Meanwhile Tobias is out of breath, sweat soaking the front of his dress shirt. He seems thrown. Caught off guard. “I should have stopped sooner, but the more I licked it, the better it tasted. And love, it tasted like fucking paradise to begin with.” His eyes drift shut and he glides his tongue along the seam of his upper lip, remembering, savoring. “Already imagining next time, Elise.”