Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Do I want to?
The hair on my arms stands on end. Anticipation bubbles inside me. Slowly, I look to Stefan. He leans a hip against the counter, head cocked, eyes easy.
A man willing to wait for my answer. Maybe knowing it before I do.
Time slows more as I turn to Hayes. He’s walking away, heading to the living room, then parking himself on a large gray chair.
Like he knows it too.
“Yes, sweetheart,” Stefan says with a sliver of a smile, a man in control as he answers my unfinished question. “I do want you to crawl to my teammate.” He closes the distance between us, cupping my cheek, running his thumb along my jawline. “Don’t you want to?”
The answer comes in the arousal that shimmies down my chest. The pull in my belly. The parting of my lips.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Stefan’s smile is the definition of pleased. “Good. Now show us how well you listen.”
He picks up the tumbler as I turn around, then do something I’d never imagined I would. I drop to my bare knees, then my palms. The skirt of my dress is bunched up around my waist. Hayes leans back in the big chair, arms stretched across it, eyes locked on me. His irises blaze with unchecked lust.
I crawl across the cold tile floor. The hard surface bites into my flesh. My knees hurt, but as I go, my heart gallops. My pulse surges. Hayes can’t look away. He stares at me like a horse at the gates, raring to go. I crawl over the soft carpet in the open living room, reaching him at last then stopping between his spread legs.
“Such a good girl,” Stefan says from the kitchen in what must be his team captain voice, giving orders. “Now, give his cock some attention while I finish my smoothie.”
Hayes lifts his chin, his gaze confident, almost daring me. “You heard him, pretty girl.”
The way they trade off dominance games makes my mind whirl. I never know who’s going to be in charge. I never know who’s going to tell the other what to do to me. Judging from the slickness between my thighs, I really like the uncertainty.
I rise up on my knees, peeling down Hayes’s boxer briefs. His cock says good morning. He’s throbbing already, and a drop of liquid slides down the head. I drop my mouth, darting out my tongue, licking it off reverently.
“Yessss,” he says, and leans his head back against the cushion, enrapt.
I swirl my tongue over the head as he curls his fingers around my skull. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs when I suck him deeper, swallowing his shaft.
He breathes out hard as I work him over, gripping the base in one hand, playing with his balls with the other, and savoring every second of each suck. “You’re so good at that,” Hayes says.
If I am, there’s only one reason. My mouth is full, but I’m compelled to say it. I drop his dick from my mouth right as Stefan says, “Because she loves it.”
I meet his gaze in the kitchen with a you read my mind smile. Stefan brings the silver tumbler to his lips, but before he takes a drink, he says, “Don’t you, Ivy?”
I answer with deeds, licking a long stripe up his friend’s shaft, then swirling my tongue over the head as Stefan watches. “I like your cock,” I tell Stefan, then give another kiss to the crown of Hayes’s dick, but I keep my eyes on Stefan as I add, “And I like your teammate’s cock.”
Hayes groans, helpless to my mouth.
“Then finish off the new guy, Ivy,” Stefan commands as he downs his kale smoothie while I take Hayes’s cock to the back of my throat and suck him like I mean it.
With a grunt and a feral groan, he comes, and I take it all.
Then, I stand. I may have crawled, but every second I was on the floor I had all the control in my hands.
“I need to shower,” I say and head for the bathroom. A few minutes later, Hayes is under the rainfall shower with me. “I need to take care of you,” he says, sounding desperate.
“If you insist.”
“I really fucking do,” he says, then he spins me around so I’m facing the wall. From behind, he kneads and strokes my breasts, then bites down on my shoulder. He slides a hand to my stomach then lower so he can stroke my eager clit. Soon, I’m shaking and trembling, chasing another high then flying off the cliff.
When my breathing slows, he turns me back around, then drizzles bodywash on me. As he cleans me up, he segues easily from sex to asking about my day. I tell him about the meeting then ask what he has planned.
“Lunch with my granddads,” he says while he washes my hair.