Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
And I couldn’t let them have all the fun.
I shuffled closer to the car, my body thrumming with heat, and they didn’t hear me approach. When I threw my bag down by the back wheel, Ari jumped and turned to me. With her eyes glazed over and her lips reddened like that, she was a damn vixen. Frankie’s annoyance quickly turned into a smirk, and with the flick of his hand beneath her skirt, Ari moaned, her eyes still trained on me.
My cock throbbed and slightly stiffened against my jeans with that sweet fucking sound.
“Are you two really having fun without the star of the show?” I asked as I moved forward.
Ari watched me with darkened eyes, spreading her legs a little farther so the skirt of her dress rode up her thighs. With the new angle, I could see Frankie’s fingers move and disappear beneath the white fabric. Fuck. Just imagining the mess Frankie already made of her made my cock fully hard.
“Full of yourself with just a few wins,” Frankie said as he stared me down. “Your left jab needs work.”
“You can drill me later,” I answered and slipped next to them. When I ran my hand over Frankie’s hard cock, he grunted and jerked into my touch. “Or you could drill me now,” I offered with a smirk.
Frankie had restraint, I had to give him that. Though his hips moved in time with drags on my hand, he motioned to Ari with his chin. “Gotta cleanse Ari first.”
Ari breathlessly laughed. “Cleanse me? Are you a priest, Frankie?”
“Anything to get you on your knees.”
“I’d like to see that.” I licked my lips and squeezed Frankie’s dick a little harder. “Would look fucking good with both of our cocks in that mouth. What do you think, Freakshow?”
Frankie’s answer was a smash of his lips against mine.
He pushed his tongue past my lips and flicked over everything like he was trying to lay claim to my mouth. Frankie’s kisses were always as brutal and possessive as the man himself. Our tongues and teeth clashed, nipping and sucking until we were moaning into each other’s mouths.
Ari let out a groan, and I pulled away from our sloppy kiss to turn to her. She tugged the end of her dress up so I could see how she sucked in Frankie’s fingers. Fuck, she took him so well. I had to have a taste. I leaned down and set my tongue on her clit, matching Frankie’s pace with my own. A rush of adrenaline spiked through me at her loud cry. Anyone leaving the fight could stumble upon the public show in the parking lot, but I didn’t fucking care. Not when Ari’s hand forced me closer and kept me firmly against her wet pussy.
As if there was any other place I’d want to be right now.
I worked her quickly, sucking and licking until she was bucking her hips into Frankie and me. It wasn’t long before she was coming, crying out with a wanton garble of our names that almost made me bust in my pants right there.
Frankie slowly pulled his fingers from her and immediately put them in my mouth, rolling and scissoring against my tongue. Ari tasted so damn good. I sucked on his fingers until they were completely clean, and he pulled them from my mouth with a pop.
“Since you’re the star of the night, you get to choose, Bones,” Frankie said, unbuttoning his jeans and dragging down his zipper. “How do you want us?”
Damn. All the possibilities sounded extremely fucking good. A few different scenarios flashed through my mind. Ari riding my cock while Frankie made a mess of my ass. Me riding Frankie’s cock while Ari sucked me off. Both of us slipping into Ari’s holes and ruining her for everyone to see. Too bad we weren’t back at Smiley’s or somewhere that wasn’t the concrete parking lot of some abandoned dump.
“Hop down,” I commanded Ari. “Show me what that mouth can do.”
She obeyed immediately, slipping from the trunk down next to me. With a smirk, she kissed me, pulling my swollen lower lip into her mouth with a moan. One of the cuts from the fight ripped open, and our kiss tasted like cum, sweat, and iron. Ari tried to keep up, but my tongue easily overpowered hers; when we pulled back to breathe, her lips were tinted red with my blood.
“Bend over,” Frankie ordered her gruffly, pulling up her skirt so I got the perfect view of her firm ass when she obliged.
Frankie quickly undid his belt and tugged down his jeans, pulling his hard cock from his boxers. A bead of pre-cum already lined the tip, and my mouth watered at the need to taste it. He smirked, swiping his thumb to gather his slick and forcing it into my mouth. I sucked his finger dry, grunting when Ari ran her tongue up my dick through my pants.