Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Whatever filter I possessed had been burned away by the ice. “Yeah?” I arched my back provocatively, making my knees and my tits point toward the ceiling. “You like watching him go down on me?”
The tongue between my legs hesitated. Clay wanted to hear the answer.
“I want to watch him fuck you.”
There was one final teasing lick and then a half of a chuckle. “Nice try, but she knows what she has to do.” I was sure there wasn’t a more persuasive, seductive taunt in the world when he whispered it to me. “Beg.”
I was a breath away from saying no but didn’t get the chance.
Travis crossed his thick arms over his chest and tilted his head. “What if I did it for her?”
His question charged the room with chaotic energy, and I could practically hear Clay’s mind stumble. He’d planned the scene, and this wasn’t part of it, but . . . hearing a dominant beg rather than a submissive? That would be quite the power trip, and he considered it carefully. Would he ever get another opportunity like this?
He straightened, sitting back on his heels, and turned his intense stare toward the other man. “Go on, then.”
Travis went still. He hadn’t expected Clay to accept his offer and now he fumbled for what to do. His arms uncrossed and hung at his sides as he searched for the right words.
“Please.” His voice was unsure. “Please do it. I want to see you fuck her and make her come.”
His plea earned him an unimpressed reaction from Clay. “That’s it?”
He frowned and adjusted. “Goddamnit, please, Clay. I’m begging you. Show me how it is when you’re with her.” He gave up fighting whatever was holding him back, and his voice went thick with need. “I want to see your cock slide inside her tight, little pussy. I want to find out if her moans are the same as when I’m the one fucking her.”
A slow, surprised smile warmed Clay’s face. “Yeah?” He hooked a finger under the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down, freeing his erection. “Which cock? This one?”
Jesus.
Travis’s unflinching gaze drifted down to take in the display, and my bones threatened to liquify. There wasn’t bashfulness from either man—only curiosity.
Travis ran a hand over his lips, maybe muffling a curse word beneath it, but he didn’t shy away. I didn’t blame him, either. Besides being built for sex, Clay’s body was made for admiration.
Travis’s hand fell away, a decision made, and his chest lifted with a deep breath. “Yes.”
Clay’s triumphant smile slid from the man to me, and although he didn’t ask with words, he peered down patiently and waited for my consent.
“Yes,” I said eagerly.
He pushed his underwear further down and out of the way, and moved over me, supporting himself on one hand while he used the other to steady himself.
The realization sliced through me, nearly as cold as the ice he’d used.
“Wait,” I gasped.
He turned to stone and concern filled every inch of his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Travis and I,” I gulped down a breath, “we didn’t use protection last night.” My voice went powerless. “I thought you should know, in case you wanted to . . .”
He didn’t move, didn’t blink. “What?”
“We didn’t use a condom.”
Finally done processing what I’d said, he turned his head to the man standing nearby, and irritation mixed with disappointment. “Were you thinking about her at all?”
“Are you kidding me?” Travis’s tone was surprisingly angry. “I couldn’t stop thinking about her.” He glared at the man lingering over me like he might be the cause. “I’m not proud we didn’t talk about it before, or the way I lost control, but I’m clean. Safe. And she said the same. Plus, I got tested a few months ago and she’s my first partner since.” He set his hands on his hips. “But you already know that, just like I know she’s on birth control and you two don’t use condoms.”
“Because we talked about that before anything happened,” Clay muttered.
“Yeah, and then you told me too, so I knew I wasn’t putting her at risk.” He exhaled and visibly released the tension he’d been holding in his body. “Do you want me to get you a condom?”
The man leaning over me struggled, but it seemed more to be with his awkwardness rather than the decision. Once again, things hadn’t gone according to plan, and Clay looked unsure of how to proceed.
How to get back into the scene.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and tried to pull him toward me. “I’m still okay without one.”
His focus shifted back to me, his eyes darkened with sex, and abruptly an evil smile flitted across his lips. It made me suspicious of what he was thinking about. Whatever new plan he’d just drafted in his head, he was quite pleased with it.