Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
But that’s not what he does. He presses his chest up to my back, his hands sweeping over my hips and slipping down between my legs. He doesn’t touch me. Instead, he takes Olsen’s cock in his hands and begins to jerk on him.
Olsen moans and closes his eyes, still massaging my nipples.
Locke begins kissing my neck. Nipping it a little. His hard cock pressing into my ass as he grinds his hips.
Will they both fuck me the way they did last weekend?
God, I hope so.
“Scoot down,” Locke says.
At first, I think he’s talking to me. But then Olsen scoots down so he’s halfway lying down, halfway sitting up. Then Locke presses a flat hand on my back and pushes me down. Forcing my ass to rise up in the air.
I’m so ready to be fucked.
But instead, Locke puts his face between my legs, spreads my cheeks open with his fingers, and sweeps his tongue over my already wet panties.
I moan. Loud. And I feel the breath of his laugh penetrate the thin cotton separating us.
Then he reaches between my legs, forcing me to sit up a little, and finds Olsen’s cock.
I can’t see what happens next, but I know. I know the moment Locke stops licking me and Olsen begins to hiss air that Locke is sucking him off.
What a dick.
But that’s OK. I don’t need to see it to get off on it.
This only lasts for a few moments, because then Locke is shoving Olsen up inside me.
I gasp when he enters me, but he goes slow, his hips barely moving as he lifts them up, pushing himself into me. Locke stays in position behind us. He traces his fingers up and down my spine. It’s a soft, light touch that makes me shiver. My nipples bunch into little peaks.
Olsen is massaging them. Looking at them hungrily. He squeezes my breast and brings it to his mouth. I watch as his lips surround my nipple, then throw my head back when he sucks.
Locke is there, his face right above mine. He stands up, grabs my hair—pulling my head back—and then he bends down and kisses me, his hand covering my throat.
I don’t even know how to process what I’m feeling.
It’s more than just pleasure. Much more.
It’s… a totality. It’s… a completeness.
Or something else, I don’t know.
The only thing I do know is that I never want it to end.
Locke is still kissing me. It’s slow, and so is Olsen.
And nothing about this slowness is expected. For some reason I think it should be fast and manic. Filled with desperation. A wild, crazed frenzy.
And it’s not.
That’s what hits me in this moment. That’s what will stay with me, I think.
The slowness.
The easy rhythm.
And the scent of lust.
Locke pulls away and when I open my eyes, he’s grinning down at me. “Watch,” he whispers. Then he lets go of my hair, pushes me down so that Olsen and I are chest to chest, and commands us with a whisper. “Kiss.”
We kiss.
And we fuck.
And it’s so unbelievably perfect.
Locke is moving next to us. Changing position. He grabs my hair, forcing Olsen and I to separate. And when I look over at him, all I see is his fist around his cock. I open my mouth, ready to take him. Ready to suck him off.
But he doesn’t offer it to me.
He offers it to Olsen.
I watch as Olsen’s lips surround Locke. He doesn’t take him deep. That’s not what Locke is after. He’s teasing me, I think. Or teasing himself, maybe. Because he only lets Olsen have his head. He pushes it in and out of Olsen’s mouth. Moving it across his lips. Getting it nice and wet.
And then he backs off, crawls down the length of our bodies, and positions himself behind us. The smack across my ass cheek makes me cry out. Not in pain, but surprise. He grabs both cheeks with his hands, gripping me. And then I feel him. I feel the wet tip of his cock pressing up against my opening. Not my ass, like last time, but my pussy.
I’m about to pull myself out of this haze and start asking questions. Or point out logical conclusions like, That’s not going to fit.
But then he’s already inside me and I can feel them both.
The feeling of fullness is immediate and overwhelming. Pleasure is coursing through my body in waves. Sensations I can’t even describe. All I know is that I want this to last forever.
I never want it to stop.
We go faster and faster until it becomes the manic, frantic fucking I had imagined. Locke’s hips slap against my ass. And we fill the forest with the sounds of sex.
At some point Locke grabs my hair and pulls my head back again. But this time, he’s pointing up at the tree.