Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
I groan, feral and thrashing, and they keep me pinned tight, speeding up, faster and faster.
And I’m done, stars exploding before my eyes as the orgasm screams from me and so do I as the gush sprays from my pussy, crying out like a woman possessed.
The sheets under me must be soaked through by the sheer force, and the guys’ dicks are drenched when I’m done, all three of us lying together, catching our breaths.
Four hours of a proposal means fuck all. We won’t be leaving.
The months apart fade to nothing.
We are us again, on filthy sheets, playing our hearts out with our filthy minds loose and wild.
But still, no matter the temptation, Josh’s ass stays empty. Void of Heath’s majesty of a cock.
Josh groans, Josh urges him, Josh even fucking begs for it, but Heath doesn’t give in.
“Begging doesn’t suit you, pretty boy,” Heath tells him. “Go open another bottle.”
Josh obeys, goes to the mini bar and pops the cork from a third bottle of Prosecco.
Heath moves up to the pillows and pulls me into his side as Josh brings two glasses over.
“Anything else, sir?” Josh asks as we take our drinks.
“Yes,” Heath says as he clinks his glass with mine. “You may suck my cock.”
And so Josh obeys, climbs back onto the soaked wet bed and I snuggle into Heath, sipping on fizz while we watch Josh at work.
“Isn’t this nice?” Heath asks me as my boyfriend bobs his head.
I sigh, a deep, heartfelt sigh.
“It’s more than nice,” I say, “It’s –”
“Amazing,” Heath finishes for me. “Truly fucking amazing.”
Josh grunts, pops Heath’s cock from his mouth to take a breath.
“Tell you what,” Heath says to Josh. “Finish me with your hand. And take the lot in that gorgeous face of yours.”
Josh manages a smile at that, and he does as he’s told, jerking Heath’s cock like crazy until he explodes, taking the hit of thick creamy cum all over his face.
“Good boy,” Heath says, “Now come up here and let us clean you up.”
Christ what a mess as we three-way kiss and lick, lapping up Heath’s cum like greedy sluts.
I’m in heaven, and I know Josh is too despite him not getting his ass fucked.
I’m feeling the love, feeling the need, feeling the bloom in my heart.
It really is amazing. And I don’t want it ever to end.
CHAPTER TWENTY
All three of us are all sexed out by the time dawn breaks. Nothing but a loving tangle of limbs in the huge hotel suite bed. My pussy and ass are aching with the kind of pain that makes my soul soar as Heath gets up and makes us a coffee.
I watch him as he stirs our black Americanos and adds two sugars to mine. His ripped back, his long glossy cascade of hair, black and sweaty after a night of action. His ass perfectly toned, with dips just above his ass cheeks.
As much as I’m grateful for the caffeine, I hate it when he hands my mug over and takes a robe from the wardrobe and wraps himself up.
Our proposal is coming to end.
The night is done, and the day is looming.
I want to stay locked away in this suite for ever, the three of us savouring each other’s company as well as each other’s bodies. I want to laugh with Heath, chat with him, chill out in the blazing sun with him like we did in Cannes. I want all three of us to be able to skip around Maidstone together like regular people, checking out the sights. Chain stores, or eerie little churches, the context wouldn’t matter, just so long as the three of us were free to be ourselves.
One of us has to bring up the topic at some point. What happens next? Where do we go from here?
It’s Heath whose expression changes, turning serious as he clears his throat and takes a seat at the table by the window.
“Come, sit, join me,” he says, and Josh and I do so gladly, coffee mugs still full as we place them on the table and grab complimentary hotel robes.
“Let’s get it out there,” Heath starts. “I’m not willing to go anywhere near that long before I see you both again. I don’t want any more declines coming my way. Don’t even think about it. I want the very opposite.”
I get another whip of guilt. The last thing I’d ever want to do would be to push him away. Not in a billion years. But Josh and I spoke about this. We chewed this situation out between us before we came.
Back to normal. That’s what we both agreed would be the best thing to happen. But what does back to normal look like anymore? I have no fucking idea. Not really.
Being in this hotel suite for just one single night has spun things out and ramped them up. The rush of emotions has twisted me up inside, so I look to Josh, the ever-loving boyfriend, for the answer. He’s the level headed one. The rational one. The strong willed rock of a man, with everyone’s best interests at heart.