Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
All at once, I tense and I lock up everywhere. Chase roams a gentle hand through my hair. “If it hurts, I’ll stop. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
He’s so concerned, and that makes me loosen up. “You will?”
“Of course I will. Anything for you.”
“I want to like it,” I say, feeling terribly vulnerable. “But I’m afraid.”
Ryker touches my face with his knuckles, a reverent gesture. “It’s okay if you don’t. There’s no pressure.”
Chase drops a kiss to my shoulder. “You have nothing to prove.”
I breathe in all these sensations and emotions. Their acceptance of me. Their desire for me. Most of all, I let my own wishes fill my cells.
I can stop at any moment. But I don’t want to. I want two men.
I want two men desperately.
I want to feel them both inside my body. I’m climbing this double dick mountain and planting my badass babe flag at the top of Twin Cocks Peak.
I push my ass a little bit against Chase, then crane my neck to look back at him. “Have me.”
With a shuddery groan, he eases in inch by inch.
I feel so full. So stretched. Like I can’t hold anything else in my body. I don’t know if I can last like this.
My desire might not win. My body’s limits might prevail.
Until Ryker maneuvers a hand between our slick torsos, down my stomach, and he tenderly strokes my clit. Then Chase presses kisses along my neck. I breathe again and again.
And on the last big breath, I sink down once more on Ryker’s dick and back against Chase’s, and the pain ebbs away.
In its place comes something all new.
Something deep and powerful. An entirely new kind of pleasure I didn’t know was possible.
I’m filled from head to toe, from top to bottom. Before I even know what’s happening, I’m moving. It’s not easy because I’m sandwiched between them, but I manage as Chase grips my hips and sensually, deliciously drives his cock into my body.
With a possessive growl, then a low rumble, he says to his friend, “You’re going to lose your mind when you fuck her like this. She’s so fucking tight.”
“Yeah?” Ryker sounds desperate. “Her pussy’s never been wetter.”
“Her ass is so hot. Just looking at her ass taking me is driving me wild,” he says.
I tremble and moan.
“I can feel her gushing on my cock,” Ryker tells Chase, and I cry out.
Soon, I’m just made of sensations. I’m letting go in a whole new way. I’m giving myself to my two guys as they fuck me and take me and make me theirs.
Words like tight and hot and perfect and ours become my whole existence.
And then it’s just the slap of bodies.
The slick of sweat.
The pull of pleasure.
And then it’s me calling out their names. Begging for release. A deep thrust from under me, another from over me, and I lose my mind to the most intense moment of my life, tipping over into pleasure, nothing but pleasure, as I shatter between them.
I don’t know who comes next. I only know my head and my heart are filled with their groans and their grunts and their need for me too.
A little later, I’m sore and exhausted but still floaty. Ryker cleans me up in the shower, washing me under the hot stream and the dim lights.
When I get out, he wraps a towel around me as Chase runs a bath then drops in a bath bomb.
Strawberry. They must have bought it for me.
“I haven’t had a bath in ages,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“Relax, baby,” Chase says, then takes the towel as I step into the hot, bubbly water.
I sink down, then turn to look at Ryker. He’s wearing sweats; Chase is in shorts.
“Stay with me,” I say.
“I’m not leaving you,” Ryker answers.
“We’re right here,” Chase adds.
One man kneels at the end of the tub, the other sits on the floor by the top, and I am their queen.
33
HOW DO YOU DO
Trina
The pine scent of the forest twists around the smell of the ocean breeze as I adjust Chase’s sage-green tie on Sunday afternoon, knotting it nice and snug at the collar of his dark blue shirt. We’re in the living room, getting ready to leave with Nacho watching from the couch, head cocked.
“Don’t ever stop wearing suits. They definitely hooked me the first night I met you,” I say, feeling kind of fizzy for them, like I have been all day.
“And I thought it was my charming personality,” Ryker deadpans as he finishes looping a knot in the burgundy tie he’s wearing. I swat away his hands, taking over.
“I was pretty sure Chase was just a cocky playboy,” I continue, reminiscing.
Chase scoffs. “Yeah, not quite.”
“More like you’re married to hockey,” I add, tossing him a hopeful glance.
He says nothing—just gives me a smile that’s full of longing.