Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Simon lifts his snout.
“I’m fine, honey,” I reassure him.
Ford laughs against my center. “You call your dog honey.”
“Of course I do,” I say, then curl a hand around Ford’s head, shooting him a fierce stare. “Stop talking and get back to work.”
“If you insist,” he murmurs, giving me another kiss right where I want him.
My bathing suit is slick from the hot tub. But that hardly matters. He yanks the material to the side, and presses a slow, sensual kiss to my clit.
I’m panting, grabbing his head, rocking against him in no time.
He groans low in his throat, a sound that vibrates against me. I can feel the sound as he flicks his tongue through my wetness. My toes curl in the water. Wrapping my feet around his back, I tug him closer, grip his hair harder, roping my fingers through all those thick, damp strands. Needing more.
He stops for a second. “It’ll be easier like this,” he says, then maneuvers my wet bikini bottoms off me.
I’ve never been happier to be half-naked than I am right now.
His breathing is ragged and carnal as he eats me on the edge of his hot tub. My nipples are pebbling in my damp bikini top. I let my head fall back, giving into the pleasure as Ford licks and sucks me voraciously. Jets of water froth around us, fizzing against my legs.
Sparks fly under my skin, all through my cells, then they speed up when he flicks his tongue in a long tantalizing line down, then back up. When he sucks my clit into his mouth again, I am lost.
Loud too.
I don’t know when I started, but I’m moaning his name over and over. Both dogs notice, watching like little horndogs. But I don’t bother correcting mine. I’m too far gone from my neighbor’s mouth owning my pleasure to even think about saying down, boy.
Ford’s groans are addictive as he eats me. They mingle with mine, a new chorus of need and want. Soon, I’m gripping his head harder; he’s swirling his tongue faster. I’m raking my nails through his hair. He’s digging his fingers into my flesh. And we are communicating without words.
With just all this pent-up desire.
That spirals higher.
That spins faster.
That takes over my body and mind. Bliss coils in my belly, then spreads like a pinwheel. And in seconds, I’m falling over the edge.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I’m chanting as his hungry lips and talented tongue work me over to the other side.
Pleasure bursts inside me, bright and strong.
And so damn loud that I briefly wonder if other neighbors hear the two of us. But I can’t hold on to thoughts long enough to care. A minute later, maybe more, I blink open my eyes.
One very smug man is gently kissing my legs, running his hands soothingly along my calves. Two dogs are standing on their back feet, wagging tails, asking with big eyes if I’m okay.
“I’m very okay,” I tell Simon, and Zamboni too.
Ford laughs, then dips his face and bites my thigh.
“Ouch,” I yelp.
He lets go, looking unrepentant. “Yeah, you taste better than I’d dreamed.” He rises up in the hot tub, shorts tented gloriously. And, well, pointedly.
“I want that,” I say, gesturing to his enormous erection.
“Good. Because. I really need to fuck you, Skylar. So get naked and get inside.”
I shiver in excitement. “But not in that order?”
That earns me a swat on my thigh. “Inside. Now. I have plans for you.”
I swing my legs out of the tub, grab a towel, and knock back some champagne. “What are they?” I ask, with more excitement than I feel when I spot the perfect vintage dress in my size.
“You’re about to find out.”
He drops his shorts, and now I want him more than anyone has ever wanted a thrift store treasure.
25
BETTER USES FOR CHAMPAGNE
FORD
This has never been my fantasy.
But it’s top of the list now. Skylar, laid out naked on my bed on a big, fluffy bath towel, me holding a bottle above her. I drizzle some of the frothy liquid between those pretty, perky tits.
Yup. Brand-new fantasy unlocked.
“Fuck. What a perfect fucking view,” I say, in utter, filthy appreciation of the sight in front of me. A stream slowly trickles down the valley of her breasts. I lick it off. A long, slow slide of my tongue from her belly up to her tits. She tastes like chlorine and celebration, like summer and sex. She shudders as I lap the drink off her sweet skin, the taste going to my head, an unexpected cocktail that’s driving me wild. “So fucking good,” I praise as I flick my tongue above her belly button, licking off the last of the drink.
She stretches, arching under me. “Do it again,” she urges.
I sit on my knees, bring the bottle to my lips, and then drink some. After I swallow it, I nod to the redheaded beauty. “Turn over.”