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)
They’re so beautiful, I lick them collarbone to chin.
“Jesus Christ,” Banks bursts out, sounded winded.
“You’ve just seen a man get ruined in real time,” says Tobias, his tone reverent.
“Me next,” Banks breathes, matching Tobias’s tone.
Beneath me, Gabe’s hips surge upward, face contorted in pain, the last of his climax thundering through him, finally settling loose the primal roar I sensed he’d been holding in. Part of me has the deepest need to lay down on top of his powerful body and stroke my fingers down his cheek, comb them through his chest hair, praise him, but I’m still on the verge of my own release and I’m immediately refocused on that, because it has gone beyond urgent now.
The last few minutes were about Gabe, but now the necessity has shifted to me. I’m nearing the point of physical pain, not only because I’m hot and aching, but because what I’ve given to Gabe has satisfied something poignant in me…and I know I’m going to be taken care of now. I have this heavy faith in my chest that I’ve never had toward anything. Only these men.
I whimper.
That’s all it takes and all three men kick back into motion. Gabe jackknifes upward from the pillows to kiss me, immense gratitude in every swipe of his tongue against mine. Tobias is once again manhandling me off Gabe’s lap, laying me down on the mattress face up and parting my legs. Groaning into the first taste of me, his hips punching against the edge of the bed. Banks kneels beside me and tips my chin up, searching my eyes.
“Are you okay, Elise?”
“Yes and no,” I gasp when Tobias throws my legs over his shoulders, then begins long journeys of his tongue from my back entrance to my clit, teasing that incredibly sensitive bud side to side until I’m fisting the comforter. “Please. I can’t stand it much longer.”
Tobias reluctantly lifts his head and I see for the first time, his hand is inside of his pants, moving vigorously. His expression is the intersection of starvation and conflict. I think he’s going to cover me with his body and fill me. I want that. I want it from Banks, too. I want to be taken while the other two watch and imagine themselves in the same position, happy as long as I’m being fulfilled.
But I’m caught off guard when Tobias stands suddenly, zipping his pants over a thick ridge of flesh. “Fuck me,” he grates through his teeth. “I can’t be inside of her. It needs to be you now, Banks, you lucky bastard.”
Even as Banks maneuvers me around to face him, his shaft already in hand, he shoots Tobias a confused glance. “Why exactly can’t it be you? You’re as obsessed with her as we are.”
His gaze burns into mine. “That’s the problem. I think…” He drags a hand down his face. “Good God. I think I actually need her to like me first.”
Something like affection infiltrates me before I can stop it, but I don’t have time to examine his words or my response closely, because Banks captures my attention. Wholly and completely. As soon as he’s looming above me and we lock eyes, that connection between us transforms from comforting to a live wire. My heartbeat becomes something I feel.
Every beat.
“I feel it, too,” he whispers against my mouth, his hand coming up to frame my jaw, his teeth grazing my neck. Licking the sting away. “Still yes, Elise?” He drops his hips into the juncture of my thighs and slowly presses his thickness to my slit, the very top where I’m sensitive, and without warning, he bears down, making me gasp. “Still yes to this?”
“Yes,” I manage in between harsh pants.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Yes.”
He reaches down to make an adjustment. And looking me square in the eye, as he’s wont to do, he pounds into me. I scream, my fingers flying to his back, nails drawing blood. Because oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh God. Having Gabe inside of me was glorious, but there is something about Banks being on top, that added gravity and weight, that has my sex already seizing up. I once overheard the phrase “boyfriend dick” from my roommate and now I understand. He feels perfect. Way down deep. Not massive like Gabe. Not girthy and broad like I know Tobias to be. Just right.
Now you’re the Goldilocks of penises? Get your life together.
But when Banks pulls out of me and sinks back in with a long, shuddering groan, I feel like I do have my life together. How much better can it get?
“I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of making you come on my dick while they watch,” Banks says, lips flush to my mouth, beginning a slow ride of my body that quickly turns faster. “Didn’t expect to. Didn’t expect you, either, though, did I?”