Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 112892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
But then the fingers withdrew, and Aaron’s weight settled on my ass as he leaned over me, his arms braced on either side of my torso.
“Lift her head,” he said to Cody, since I still had it buried against his leg.
Cody drew back, taking my safe hiding space with him. Aaron bent down, and though he was keeping the bulk of his weight off me, the solid heat of him pressed against me like a cage I didn’t want to escape.
“Do you want more than fingers there, Mia? Do you want me inside you?” His voice was a whispered caress.
My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounded so hard it seemed to echo in my ears. With my eyes still squeezed shut, I nodded.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” Aaron said.
But I couldn’t. Then Cody’s hand was on the side of my face. The warmth of his palm grounded me, the faint callus on his thumb brushing my cheek. He slid it down to my jaw and then lifted my chin. “Just tell us what you want,” he said.
His words, his gentle touch, gave me courage, and I finally opened my eyes.
“I want more,” I said to Aaron.
Diego’s hand was on my shoulder, tugging gently to get me to roll over, but I shook my head. I wasn’t quite ready to look them in the eyes and let them see how much I wanted this. It seemed too raw, too needy.
“Put pillows under her hips,” Cody suggested.
But no one moved as they just waited for my response to that.
“Do it,” I gasped, trying to listen to my body rather than my jumbled thoughts.
Strong hands on my hips lifted me, and the cool slide of cotton brushed my stomach as two thick bed pillows were positioned under me.
My pulse rate increased as I felt Aaron’s strong hands on the backs of my thighs. Then there was the crinkle of a condom wrapper. That faint sound lit up my nerves, every muscle tightening in anticipation.
Then I felt it—the head of his cock pressing against my slit. It slid so easily up and down, proof of how turned-on they’d gotten me.
Aaron positioned himself at my entrance, just barely applying pressure.
My hips rolled back and forth in little patterns as I longed to be filled. I bit down on my lip, trying to keep from begging as I shook with desire. Diego’s hand was flat on my back, reassuring, as Cody’s fingers threaded through my hair, sending tiny shivers in every direction.
I couldn’t stand the wait anymore. “Please…”
Then Aaron pushed inside.
I cried out from the delicious stretch. His grip on my hips was almost painful as he pushed himself in, filling me to an unbelievable degree. He pushed in all the way, thrusting hard and fast. The bed frame gave a faint creak with each thrust, an accompaniment to my gasping breaths.
This wasn’t the gentle, sensitive guy who’d treated me with kid gloves when I’d been laid up in bed. As much as I liked that man, I was glad to be with this more assertive version of Aaron tonight.
The tension inside me built, and for a moment I thought he was going to keep going until he drove us both to a climax. But then he slowed down, taking shorter, shallow strokes.
My whimpers filled the room, and I clutched at Cody’s leg yet again. He was so steady. Always here when I needed him. Never judging—only supporting me.
I wanted to be here for him too, to feel connected to him. Diego and Aaron had been inside me, but he never had. I’d never even given him an orgasm, and the urge to do so overtook me.
While Aaron continued to take shallow strokes, I tugged at Cody’s pajama pants. “Can you take these off?”
He froze, his fingers still in my hair. “What?”
Aaron pushed in again, and I cried out. It took me several seconds before I could find my breath. “Please take off your pants.”
After a long moment, his fingers slid under his waistband. Then he pushed them down and lifted his ass to get them off.
My breath caught in my throat, and not only from the harder thrust from Aaron. Cody was still the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. His skin was tan and unblemished, and his cock jutted out—hard and thick and ready. The head was flushed, the vein along the side standing out, and the sight alone sent another hot rush spiraling low in my belly.
Aaron slowed down again, pulling back until he was almost out of me, and using the head of his cock to make little circles around my entrance. It felt even better than when he’d done that with his fingers.
I lifted myself up on my elbows and then put one hand between Cody’s legs. His cock bobbed right in front of me, and I felt how still he was holding himself.