Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Only Jack could pierce the bubble, without even trying. I was so aware of him watching.
Right now, he was with Kingsley, Tate, and Reese. I heard their chuckles and their exchange of battle stories with brats and masochists.
“But enough about me.” Dean took a swig of his drink, and his hand behind me brushed against my shoulder. “I feel like I’m hogging you.”
I shook my head. “I’d rather you keep talking. I was just thinking, if you ever decide to write your memoirs, I’d be first in line to get my copy signed.”
He hadn’t told me that much, but he’d hinted and glossed over plenty of things I wanted to know more about. Such as his career that’d taken him all over the world. His background in the Navy; his father had been a general, his mother a historian.
He flashed me a beautiful little grin and found a cupholder for his drink, right behind me, which brought him so very close to me. Mere inches away from my face.
“I’ll let you know when the book comes out,” he murmured.
I swallowed a ball of lust as his hand returned to my leg—the inside of my thigh, to be precise.
“Your handsome Owner keeps looking over.”
I took an unsteady breath and nodded. “I promised to show him I could keep up with a…” How should I put this? “With, uh, his large appetite for sex.”
Dean’s eyes glinted with dark amusement. “I take it humiliation is part of that appetite.”
“He’s a voyeur too.”
Dean hummed and rubbed my thigh sensually, sending bolts of excitement to every pleasure point in my body. “Then we should give him something to watch, shouldn’t we?”
Oh God, yes.
I had no time to respond before he leaned in and kissed me softly.
My stomach tightened, and the pent-up lust was suddenly released, catapulting me into a whole new atmosphere. It was as if this one gentle kiss with Professor Dean Aavik opened up another universe that I had no choice but to step into.
The sounds I’d managed to shut out before refused to be ignored any longer.
Macklin was moaning. KC was moaning. Beau cursed and groaned. Noa gasped and pleaded.
I returned the kiss with passion and cupped Dean’s scruffy cheek. His silver scruff, his soft lips, his charm, and that voice of his had all but wrapped my attention around his little finger, but now I wanted more. I wanted my boy here, telling me what to do. I wanted his affection and his filth.
I tasted whiskey on Dean’s tongue and felt his hand cover my cock.
“Harder,” Macklin moaned.
Slut.
I kissed Dean harder and locked one arm around his neck. With the other, I had to touch his chest.
“Since when are you shy, baby?” I heard KC chuckle huskily.
“I’m not shy,” Noa whined. “’S just…I’ve teased him lots. What if…”
I exhaled shakily as Dean stroked me unhurriedly, and I kissed him again, at a new angle where I could get more, where I could press myself to him easier. But I couldn’t shut out Noa. Had he been talking about me?
“Steal the boy,” Dean whispered. “Then I want your mouth on my cock.”
I choked on a groan but composed myself before I could add to Jack’s embarrassment. It was time for me to show him. And it was time to let my urges take control.
I broke away, and the red-tinted sex filter clouded my vision once more. I saw gorgeous men and pleasure everywhere. I saw Kingsley and Tate making out passionately as they got into the other hot tub. River and Reese were guiding a thoroughly abused Shay with them to join my Handler and Tate. Everyone was naked. Everyone was turned on.
Noa eyed me apprehensively, almost shyly, as I slid through the water to reach him. He had nothing to worry about. I loved his teasing. He made me laugh every time we talked.
I exchanged a brief glance with KC, and he inclined his head in silent permission.
Thank you, Sir.
“I’ve stayed away long enough.” I grabbed Noa’s arm and pulled him to me, and I captured his mouth in a kiss before he could say anything. “Daddy won’t save you this time, little puppy.”
He gasped and wrapped his legs and arms around me. I squeezed his adorable little ass and sat down next to Dean again, at the same time as I tasted Noa for the first time. His cute, curious, eager tongue invaded my mouth, and I pushed back, swirling mine around his.
My heart started pounding.
The air around us grew so thick with sex that I lost my last shred of self-control.
“Fuck me, Gramps,” Noa moaned.
I shuddered violently. “I’ll fuck you.” I’ll bury my cock so deep inside your ass you’ll taste it, sweet boy.
A second later, Dean’s fingers were wrapped around my cock—to prepare me, I realized. He had a condom. And then he was kissing my neck, and Reese was groaning somewhere behind me, and Jack was finally coming back to me, and Beau was coming.