Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
“Meaning?” I grunt.
“Meaning…” She bites her lip, trying to force a laugh. “Look, you guys, it’s just a fundraiser, you know? I mean, we can hang out tonight, but it’s not like I’m…”
She trails off, blushing.
“It’s not like you’re what?”
She blushes deeper.
“You know.”
“No,” I growl, stopping us and whirling. She gasps as we both push her against the wall next to the elevator. “Why don’t you tell us?”
“I’m not going to…you know.”
“I don’t know, baby girl,” I growl fiercely. Suddenly, I yank my mask off, and Roarke does the same, and her eyes go wide as she darts between us.
She swallows, her jaw dropping wide.
“I—I’m not going to sleep with you.”
I grin.
Roarke grins.
We both start to chuckle.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I groan, moving into her as her breath catches, her eyes going wide. My hand teases over her hip, across her bare midriff as the top of her outfit rides high, teasing her belly.
“Who said anything about sleeping?”
The doors open with a ding, and suddenly, we’re pulling her into the elevator.
“Wait, hang—”
They shut, and the second we’re alone, it’s like the doors blow right the fuck off that self-control. We’re both on her in seconds, slamming her into the wall, both of us groaning like possessed men as we bury our faces in her neck. She cries out, shrieking, and then choking back a moan.
A fucking moan.
Pure pleasure. Forbidden pleasure.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers, and I chuckle darkly.
My hands slide down to her skirt, yanking it up. Candice gasps, yanking her hand down after me and lacing her fingers with mine, as if she’s trying to stop me.
But she doesn’t.
She doesn’t stop me at all as I yank that skirt up high, flashing us both her black, lacy panties.
“Fuck, baby girl,” Roarke groans, his hand sliding down her thigh. Candice whimpers.
“You sign up for this auction and say you’re not gonna do anything, and then you go and wear panties like that?”
“I—They’re just panties,” she whispers haltingly, her breath panting.
“Uh-uh,” I growl. “Those aren’t just panties. Those are panties you wear when you know you’re gonna get fucked.”
Candice gasps sharply, her eyes going wide at my crude words.
“Those panties are for girls who wear them when they know they’re gonna do something bad. Maybe go on a paid date with a stranger and let him see those panties. Maybe when she’s gonna let him take them off. Let him get a taste of that bad girl little pussy you’ve got hidden away there.”
She moans, twisting against us.
“Or maybe when two of them are gonna do just that.”
“That it?” Roarke growls. “You wanted to get fucked like a slutty little bad girl tonight?”
“No. I…” She moans as I groan into her neck, and when I bite her skin, she gasps, jerking against me, panting.
Oh, someone’s got a dirty spot. And I found it.
“You like that?” I growl. I nip at her again, and she shudders, panting.
Roarke turns, slamming the stop button on the elevator, pausing us.
“Wait, I—”
“No more waiting,” I growl. “No more holding on.”
My hand moves to cup her jaw, our eyes locking.
“No more waiting, Candice.”
My lips crush to hers, hard, and suddenly, it’s like everything else fades away. The pain. The suffering of being locked away. The loss from our past. All of it, gone—melted away by this sweet little college temptation.
“I—you can’t just…”
“Yeah we can.” Roarke takes her face, and when he moves in, her eyes go wide, darting to mine.
I grin.
“Both of us, baby girl,” I purr lowly. “Tonight, you’re gonna have us both.”
She moans as Roarke kisses her next, both of us pinning her to the wall as she pants and whimpers. He pulls away, and he groans.
“No more waiting.”
His hand slides to his belt. Mine moves to mine.
Candice’s face reddens.
“Wait, I—”
“Two men, baby girl,” I growl. “You ever had two?”
She whimpers, her eyes wide as saucers as they dart between us.
“Hang on, wait, I—”
“Two of us to make that pretty little pussy come like it ain’t never come before. It’s time for us to claim what’s ours, baby. And we ain’t gonna stop until we’ve taken it all.”
Roarke’s hand moves to cup her hot little cunt through her panties, and she’s whimpering when he touches her, her eyes squeezing shut.
“Honeymoon suite,” I growl at my friend. “There, not here.”
He groans, his face tightening, but he nods. He knows the plan. I reach back and hit the button again, and the elevator starts to move. Roarke’s hand slides over her pussy through her panties, and she bites her lip, her face blushing fiercely. Like she’s embarrassed that he’s finding what I know he’s finding.
Slick, wet, sticky, messy, hotness. He’s finding a pussy that’s so fucking wet and ready for this.
The doors open with a ding, and we’re out, half dragging her, half carrying her, half mauling her neck and lips with our mouths as we tumble down the hall towards the door at the end of it.