Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“I’m glad you’re awake, because I’m still craving a muffin,” I tell her.
She blinks. “Are there any left? If not, I can make more tomorrow.”
“Not the kind of muffin I’m talking about.”
Her eyes widen as I crawl between her legs for the taste I’ve been missing all day. Usually, all I think about is the music when we’re playing, but anytime I didn’t need to focus today, my mind kept returning to her soft, creamy thighs and how good it was to be between them.
She spreads her legs for me, and my cock goes hard when I see she’s not wearing anything beneath the pink lace. Knowing she was waiting for us and wanting this makes it even better.
Before I can fully dive in, though, she scoots backward. “You’ve all been making me feel good, but I don’t want things to only go one way. I want to make you feel good, too.” Conal starts to say something, but she continues. “Will you all teach me what you like best?”
Fuck. My cock is not only hard now, but threatening to burst out of my jeans. I don’t just want that pussy. I need that pussy.
“We can definitely do that, Hazel,” I tell her. “In a few minutes.”
She squeals as I tug her toward me and bury my face in her sweet spot. In record time, I have her squirming, moaning, and then crying out as she comes.
She recovers quickly but looks uneasy. “Is anyone else still in the house?” she asks.
“The housekeeper stays here, but she’s in the casita all the way on the other side of the building,” Conal says.
“Why? Are you afraid of being loud?” I flash Hazel a mischievous grin and dive back in to give her orgasm number two, while Conal encourages her to be as vocal as she wants. He and Rafe surround her, each of them taking one of her breasts in his mouth.
When she comes again, she is louder. With each climax, she seems to become more comfortable with her own pleasure, and I love seeing it.
She sits up again, looking dazed, and reaches for Conal. As I continue to lick and stroke her pussy, Conal opens his belt and zipper and encourages her to explore.
I’m going slower now, not wanting to overstimulate her, but I do aim to make it hard for her to focus as she slides a hand into my brother’s pants.
She looks daunted by the size of him, and her innocent reactions are a surprising turn-on.
“Like this?” she asks, wrapping her small fist around him. He adjusts her hand and shows her a good rhythm. She’s tentative at first, but is soon off and running.
“Yeah, that feels good, babe,” he tells her. “You’re doing great, and you’ve got three of us to practice on.”
I lick circles around her clit, slowly at first, until she sighs with pleasure. When I flick my tongue over it fast, she comes apart again. Her surprised-sounding oh! alerts me that Conal’s coming too. I keep licking, wanting to bring her off again, but after a minute, Rafe nudges me aside for a turn.
Conal has a wet cloth and is wiping Hazel’s hand. After he kisses her, she looks at me with a flicker of shyness, and asks, “Want to go next?”
I’m going to be lucky if I last more than a minute. Fuck. Everything about her turns me on like nothing has in a long time.
Conal and I have a tendency to butt heads, especially over creative decisions and band commitments, but I agree wholeheartedly with his impulsive decision to put a ring on Hazel’s finger.
As I kneel beside her on the bed, she looks up at me through her thick lashes. When I realize she’s not going to make the first move, I start to unbuckle my belt and am pleased when she reaches over to help.
I take her hand in mine and place it squarely on the bulge in my jeans, even though it’s torture to have her touching me. At first, she just rests her palm there, but when she starts to stroke over me and squeeze, I have to grit my teeth.
After I open my zipper, she slides her hand inside, touches me through my briefs, then hesitantly pulls down the waistband as I shove my jeans down my hips.
Her expression as my cock is unleashed is nearly enough to make me come. She doesn’t speak, but her eyes say a lot.
Conal appears with a bottle of lube. “Hold out your hand,” he tells her.
She rubs the lotion in her hands, then takes hold of me. “I think I need both hands,” she says, and I laugh, if only to distract myself from how good it feels to have her touch me.
“Take your time and explore,” I tell her. “I’ll let you know what feels best.” She does, and I do, and though her explorations help me last longer, when she finally starts tugging on me in earnest, it’s not long before I issue a warning. “I’m gonna come.”