Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
He switched hands, keeping her mouth covered with one and pulling her back against him with the other before gliding it along her stomach. “You slept between us all night. Skin rubbing against mine in nothing but this tiny, sheer tank and a thong. I can smell you on my pillow, Fiona. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the fact that it’s my turn.”
She made a soft sound of surprise and pleasure as he tossed the sheet off them so he could see what he was doing to her. “You knew we were keeping track, didn’t you? Both of us are a little competitive for this pussy, Fi. We’re each counting the seconds until we can get inside it again. And I do seem to remember him having you that last time.”
His fingers glided over the waxed smooth lips of her sex and caressed her clit before slipping into paradise. “You’re so wet already. You like this? You’ve given me so many dirty thoughts over the years. I’ve been saving them up for you. So bottled up I could explode.” He thrust against her hip and she moaned.
“Shh, sweetheart. We have to be quiet.” Thoreau removed his fingers from her sex to adjust her leg and guide the head of his cock inside her. “Oh yeah, you’re ready for me. You wouldn’t want him to know how hot this makes you, getting away with it while he’s sleeping right beside us.”
That was the right thing to say. Their woman had kinky layers, he thought as she pushed back, taking him deeper. Fuck, that was good.
Resisting his desire to groan, Thoreau bit down gently on the lobe of her ear and started to roll his hips. Deep plunge, grind, retreat. He had to keep everything else still, keep her still, while he smothered her cries for more.
He wanted to wake up like this every day for the rest of his life. He needed her, damn it. Feeling this way about anyone else would be impossible now. Fiona had ruined him.
She was taking him deeper with every stroke. Squeezing him tight with her eyes focused on the man beside them. Thoreau had to admit it added to his urgency, taking her while Wyatt lay beside them, his lips tight, the sheets shifting low on his muscled stomach.
He’s awake.
Knowing that made Thoreau impossibly harder. Wyatt was awake and touching himself as he fucked Fiona. Those thick lashes flickered. Was he watching?
He hoped so.
Thoreau gripped Fiona’s thigh and lifted it into the air, revealing every thrust to Wyatt’s concealed gaze. “If he woke up this is what he would see,” Thoreau informed her, his voice louder than a whisper now. “You loving it so much your thighs are wet. My cock working its way inside you. God, he knows how good this feels. How tight. If he woke up, he’d need it.”
Fiona moaned into his hand again, too lost in what he was doing to her to notice Wyatt’s sheet slipping with each stroke of his thick cock.
“What do you think he would he do, Fi? Drag you away from me so he could have you to himself? Or would he be getting off watching me fuck you while we thought he was asleep?”
He heard Fiona’s sound of surprise at the same time those bright blue eyes opened to stare directly at him. Thoreau couldn’t tell if he was angry or not at being called out, but when Fiona reached out to tug the sheet off him, he saw Wyatt’s boxers bunched at the top of his thighs and his cock in his hand. And he didn’t stop just because he was exposed.
Sexy.
He could say it now. Having Wyatt watch them was one of the sexiest things he’d ever experienced. Watching him had been just as arousing. Seeing his attention drop to his cock as it stretched Fiona’s pussy made Thoreau more determined to draw it out. To tease them all and see what kind of catalyst he could create.
Fiona bit the fleshy base of his palm and he removed it, wrapping his arm around her shoulders for leverage as he changed his rhythm, slowing himself down.
“You were watching, Wyatt?” She asked, sounding shaken and aroused. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Thoreau laughed against her shoulder when Wyatt hesitated. “I told you already, Fi. It’s my turn. Wyatt isn’t the kind of guy to take something that doesn’t belong to him.”
“I don’t belong to anybody.”
His eyes narrowed at the same time Wyatt’s did. “Oh no. I don’t think that’s going to fly with us anymore, sweetheart. When we’re like this? You absolutely belong to us, and you know it.”
At the word us Wyatt’s eyes flared. Darkened.
Was that approval?
Thoreau accentuated his words with a forceful thrust as Wyatt rolled to his side and tugged down her tank, cupping one full breast in his hand.