Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Burn’s thumb stroked once, a slow, possessive caress over the joined heads, and Bright’s eyes fluttered closed for a second, a low moan catching in his throat. It was the most intimate scene imaginable, and Noelle watched, her own breath trapped in her throat, utterly spellbound.
“Is…is this how you want us, sweetheart?” Bright was nearly panting.
“Yeah—this fucking close enough for you?” Burn growled.
“It’s perfect,” Noelle breathed.
She didn’t wait for an invitation. She crawled between them, her hair brushing their flat, muscular stomachs, and leaned forward.
She couldn’t take both fully into her mouth at once, so she used her lips and tongue to lavish attention on the twin crowns, licking and sucking at the slits, tasting their unique flavors of their mingling together.
Then she wrapped both her hands around the base of their combined shafts and began to move her mouth over them, taking first one head, then the other, then both as far as she could, her cheeks hollowing with the effort.
The sounds they made were her undoing. Bright’s low, shuddering groans of “Yes, my lady… oh, Gods…” mixed with Burn’s rougher, more profane litany.
“That’s it, suck us both, baby… fuck, your pretty mouth…”
Noelle lost all sense of time, of place, of anything but the taste of them, the feel of their velvety heat sliding against her tongue, the sounds of their pleasure, and the building tension in their powerful bodies. She could feel their muscles coiling, their hips beginning to buck.
“Gonna come, Noelle…” Burn gritted out, his hand fisting in her hair—not to force her, but to anchor himself.
“We’re close, sweetheart,” Bright gasped, his breathing ragged. “If you don’t want to swallow, pull off now.”
But Noelle did want to swallow. She redoubled her efforts—sucking harder, stroking faster, wanting every last drop.
And at last, her men came for her. With twin, guttural roars that seemed to shake the very walls, they erupted in her mouth at the same time.
The first hot, salty spurts hit the back of her throat, followed by a seemingly endless flood. As before, Burn’s cream tasted like dark chocolate and Bright’s was like salted caramel.
Noelle swallowed desperately, greedily—drinking them down as their cocks pulsed and jerked against her tongue, her own body clenching in a sympathetic, silent spasm of pure, visceral satisfaction.
When the last shudder had passed through them and the final drops had been milked by her diligent tongue, she slowly pulled back, panting, her lips swollen and glistening. She looked up at their faces, both warm with stunned, sated bliss.
Burn was the first to speak, his voice an awed whisper.
“Fucking hell, woman.”
Bright just reached for her, pulling her up and into a deep, languid kiss, sharing the taste of their mingled essence with her. When he broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers, his eyes full of a wonder that mirrored her own.
“Ours,” he breathed, making the word a vow.
And lying there between them, filled with their taste and surrounded by their heat, Noelle knew, with a certainty that eclipsed all her fear and doubt, that he was absolutely right.
She was theirs now—Burn’s and Bright’s—and she never wanted that to change.
49
NOELLE
The first thing she felt was heat—warm, comforting heat pressed against both sides of her. The second was the heavy, rhythmic sound of breathing—two distinct patterns, one deep and even, the other slower—almost a sleepy growl.
Noelle blinked her eyes open, the pale gold light of the room filtering through the gauzy curtains that hung from the high windows. For a moment, she didn’t remember where she was—then it all came rushing back.
Her leaking breasts…Bright and Burn offering to suck them…then the two of them tasting her and finally allowing her to suck them and swallow their cream. Then falling asleep, all tangled together in her bed.
They were still here, she saw—one to either side of her. Long, muscular bodies curled protectively against her own, their big arms draped over her waist and thighs. Noelle’s nightgown had ridden up in the night, and now her bare thighs were tangled with Bright’s, while Burn’s broad palm rested on her breast.
She wasn’t sure how to feel about what they’d done. On one hand, she’d been in pain and had needed their help. But on the other hand, she’d sucked them again too—and nobody had been forcing her this time. She—
A loud banging on her door broke her train of thought and made her sit bolt upright, yanking the covers up to her chin. Her heart leapt into her throat as panic spiked through her chest. The kind of cold, nauseating fear that came from knowing they weren’t supposed to be here—not all three of them in one bed.
“Who…who is it?” she called, her voice cracking with nerves.
Burn and Bright sat up instantly on either side of her, tension coiling in their broad shoulders like springs ready to snap.