Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“I want you, Leo. How can I ever stop wanting you?” I whimpered.
“Never stop, baby. You never have to.”
“I have a new idea,” Rafe said, emptying the last of the wine into his glass, taking a drink. He joined us on the couch. I shuddered with anticipation, every filthy fantasy I’d been afraid to admit to myself rushing forward. I knew my cheeks flushed red.
“I have feelings for you both. I’m attracted to you both,” I tried to say, but I was slurring a little from all the wine.
“You can have anything you want, Lexi,” Rafe said, his mouth on mine.
I was still on Leo’s lap, Leo’s fingers plucking at my sensitive nipples, his hands hot inside my blouse. But it was Rafe who was twisting my hair away from my face so he could kiss my jawline, my cheek and the corner of my mouth. It was the same way I’d kissed him that first time, the tentative brush against the edge of his mouth. I wrapped one arm around his neck as he kissed me.
While Rafe was kissing me, Leo fastened his mouth to my nipple, sucking me hot and wet through my lace bra. I gasped, and Rafe took my cry in his mouth, drawing on me low and deep. A long shudder rolled through me, their mouths on me both at once. I was whispering yes into Rafe’s mouth, my tongue mating with his. Then I wrenched my mouth from his to meet Leo’s eyes. He took my mouth with his, kissing me so deeply I could have wept. I groaned and ground myself against his growing erection. I reminded myself I was safe with them. They wanted me like this. I could go a little wild if I wanted to.
So I did.
I took Rafe’s hand, the one that was caressing my bare neck, and guided it down inside my open blouse, let him fondle and pluck at my nipples. I felt his hands drag my shirt the rest of the way off, his mouth travel from my shoulder and collarbone to the slope of my soft breast. Teasing the tip of his tongue around the rim of my nipple, he drove me mad. I whispered please, please into the heat of Leo’s mouth. I didn’t know what I was begging him for, because I was already getting everything from two gorgeous men.
Then Rafe was pulling me up. Confused, I looked at him. “This way,” he said, turning my body, lying me across Leo’s lap. Leo grinned and bent over me, his lips on my forehead, my nose, my mouth again. He was an amazing kisser, tender and lewd at once. I felt my body rev up, wetness coating my sex and my upper thighs. That was where Rafe was, my upper thighs. He worked my pants down, yanked them off. Before I could ask what he was doing, his mouth was low on my stomach, a thrum starting just below my belly button, a throbbing as my sex started to clench around nothing, empty and longing. Then his mouth was hot and wet, flitting between my legs. He dragged the warm flat of his tongue along the seam of my sensitive, throbbing slit. I whimpered. Even through my panties it was a sharp sensation. My head went back, Leo’s tongue sliding fully into my mouth. The strokes of his tongue somehow matched up with what Rafe was doing, flicking his tongue against my swollen bud, his thumbs stroking the puffy, quivering lips of my pussy.
I was crying out in no time, legs jerking on either side of Rafe’s head. I felt his stubble scrape the inside of my thighs, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. I bucked against his mouth, shaking. Leo trailed his blunt tipped fingers down my neck and chest, dipping his fingers into the lacy cup of my bra as my breasts strained against the fabric, my chest heaving with every breath. He plucked at my nipple, pinched it softly, sent a bolt of sharp, white-hot pleasure down my body. I bucked against Rafe’s mouth again, screaming my pleasure into Leo’s parted lips, his tongue lapping up my cries, soothing me at the same time he drove me to the brink of madness. Still jerking with shocks of pleasure, I curled in on myself, trembling. I pulled away from them both, a sob catching in my throat. It had been too much, too intense. I had felt claimed, ravished, and worshipped all at once. I’d had two mouths, two wicked tongues, four questing hands lavishing attention on my body. A shudder of remembered bliss racked my body again at the thought.
“Hey, come here,” Rafe said. I shook my head but crawled into his lap as he had asked.
He cradled me against his chest, kissed my hair and stroked my back. Leo came close, took my hands and kissed them. I stroked his face, his cheeks and jaw with tears in my eyes.