Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
The corner of his mouth turns up. “Wasn’t meaning any of that, but good to know what I have in mind shouldn’t even make you flinch. But if you are uncomfortable at all, tell us, and we’ll stop.”
I lick my lips. “What did you have in mind?”
“I swear I saw your friend’s mouth say that you should have the spit roasting you deserve.”
“You heard that?”
“Read his lips. Old trick the navy taught me. It was either spit roasting or stop boasting, but that doesn’t work with the rest of the sentence.”
I swallow hard. “I would really, really like that. I’m just a boy, standing in front of other boys, asking them to fill his holes.”
Kit’s gaze drops to my mouth, and then he runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “I can’t stop staring at this hole.” His finger dips inside my mouth, and I suck on it. “All I want is for these lips to be wrapped around my cock.”
Prescott moves in behind me. “I guess that means I get to be the lucky one inside your ass.” His hard cock digs into my back. “Are you okay with that?”
I let my head fall backward on his shoulder and wrap my arm around the back of his neck. “Definitely. But if one of you doesn’t kiss me soon, I might change my mind.”
There’s a tug on my hip, my lower half getting pulled toward Kit.
“There you go thinking you’re running this thing again,” Kit says.
Prescott’s laugh dances along my neck, and this … this is what I love about being with more than one guy at the same time. They surround me. They’re all over me.
“Please kiss me,” I beg.
“Brady’s found your weakness.” Prescott’s lips hit my ear. “Kit’s a sucker for manners.”
“Good to know.” I smirk.
“Don’t give away all my secrets. Let him learn them on his own.” Kit’s mouth inches closer to mine. Slowly. Torturously. I’m not sure if he’s doing it on purpose or if time has universally slowed down.
My lips part in anticipation. He’s so close. My heart hammers, my cock aches, and I need to be put out of my misery.
But instead of giving me mercy, he keeps moving right by me, leaning over my shoulder and connecting his mouth to Prescott’s.
I moan, which comes out more of a whine because I want that. Either mouth. Both.
“Stop being mean and give poor Brady what he wants,” Prescott murmurs against Kit’s lips.
“I think you should listen to Prescott.” Wait, that was being bossy again, wasn’t it? “You know, if you want to. Or whatever.”
It must be what Kit was after because the next thing I know, he shifts and his mouth comes down on mine. It’s warm and firm, and he pushes his tongue inside, taking immediate control. I melt between them, and when Prescott lowers his head and sucks on my neck, the sensation sends ripples of pleasure down my spine.
This is exactly what I needed, and I make a mental note to thank Felix for suggesting a night out.
My hands wander over Kit’s wide shoulders, down his hard pecs and abs until I can lift the hem of his shirt, all the while trying to keep up with his forceful and dominating kiss.
Clothes move in a blur. Kit breaks from my mouth just long enough to get my shirt off. Prescott takes my pants off, and before I know it, they’re naked too, their bare skin on mine, and I’ve never felt so alive.
Prescott’s fingers wrap around my cock, and he rasps, “Bedroom.”
They guide me, Prescott leading, giving me a sight of his round ass, while Kit pushes me toward a bedroom.
“Get on the bed,” Kit orders.
I back away from him, preparing to lie down, but he shakes his head.
“Uh-uh. Hands and knees.”
Turning my back to them, I make a show of crawling on the bed and stick my ass out.
“Damn,” one of them whispers.
Nothing seems to happen for a long time, but I can feel their stares on me. I want to tell them to hurry up because I’m desperate, but I’m quickly learning that will only delay things.
Kit does things in his own time, and Prescott follows.
I force myself to take calming breaths before I get too worked up. By the time the bed dips and Kit moves on his knees until he’s in front of me, I’m almost under control. Then his big fucking cock is right in my face, and all sense of calm is gone.
My breathing becomes stilted, my mouth waters, and all I want to do is lean forward and take that thing between my lips and suck until he comes down my throat.
His big hand grips my hair. “You want this?”
I nod.
Vaguely, I’m aware of Prescott moving around the room, but I can’t tear my gaze away from Kit’s cock. A drop of precum leaks from the tip.