Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Erik offers me the bottle of water, and I gratefully take another long drink. When I set it down, he asks, “How are you doing? Ready for a break?”
I love how my men are all taking such good care of me. “No, no breaks. Not yet.” I hold out my hand, and he joins me on the bed, tucking me close against him, stroking my face.
Then he smiles at me and says, “I believe this is what Gray called ‘saving the best for last,’” and we all start laughing. I was feeling a bit guilty that Erik was going last, because he’s been in my life the longest, but his quip banishes those emotions.
So I grin at him and say, “What’s your pleasure, mister last but definitely not least?”
“Well now. Since you ask … are you up for trying a new position?”
“Sure.” I want to try everything.
Erik grabs a condom and says, “Come on over here.” He scoots me around on the bed until I’m on my hands and knees, facing the headboard. Then he climbs into position behind me, and his cock nudges at my entrance.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
He slowly fills me, and it’s different from this angle. It feels somehow more vulnerable, more intimate, even though we’re not facing each other. But it also feels … thrillingly dirty.
When his cock slides all the way in, it nudges a spot deep inside me that makes me groan. He starts to move, very slowly, letting me adjust. When he’s sure I’m doing all right, he speeds up, his hands on my hips, until he’s pounding into me, jerking me back to meet him with every thrust.
I come so fast and so hard that I’m almost not ready for it. My shouts echo off the walls of the bedroom as Erik hammers me, not slowing down at all, and I can’t even tell if I’m having repeated orgasms or just one long, continuous one. He doesn’t slow down until he buries himself in me a final time and lets go, and then he takes us down to the mattress on our sides, spooning, with him still inside me.
Through the haze of pleasure fogging my brain, one thought is clear. My kind, helpful Boy Scout of a boyfriend likes to … to … he likes to fuck!
After we’ve recovered a bit, Erik props himself up on one elbow and looks down at me. “Are you okay, Ava?”
With my new realization—and that word—uppermost in my mind, I answer, “Fuck yes.”
And all my men burst out laughing.
The men clean me up and we order takeout, enough for a few armies, but we’re all hungry. After that, we take a nap, but it’s not long before we’re awake again.
Our second round of lovemaking brings us even closer together. While one man is inside me, the other two are on either side of me, touching me, helping me stay grounded and have still more orgasms. I’m so happy that I’m sharing this experience with all of them at once. I can really understand now why Lexy is so happy with her guys.
If only my men were as easy to talk into making this work long-term.
AVA
The next morning, I wake with a smile on my face. I’m sore in places I didn’t even know existed, but I don’t care. I wish I could stay in bed all day, cuddling and playing with my men.
Your penance is to fuck them. Over and over and over again.
I smile again, remembering Gray’s words. I certainly made a good start on my penance last night; I wish I could go on paying it.
But it’s Monday, and I have to go to work, which means I have to go home to my apartment first and put on clean clothes. Gray kisses me goodbye, which gets me so hot I almost say to heck with work, but he has just enough inner strength to hold back for both of us.
Erik takes Brax and me back to our apartment complex, where Brax left his truck last night. I get another kiss from him, and have the same response—I want to pin him against his truck and tear his clothes off. He and Erik do the manly handshake/half-hug thing, and then Erik and I go upstairs.
“Do I get a kiss?” he asks when we get to my door.
“Of course, but only a kiss,” I tell him. “I’m going to be late to work.”
His arms come around me, and he kisses me like he doesn’t live just down the hall. He kisses me like he doesn’t know when he’ll see me again. His hands glide down my back and find my bottom, and then I’m moaning into his mouth and running my hands under his shirt to touch his bare skin.
Erik breaks off way before I’m ready. “Better let you go.” His voice is ragged.