Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“I’m sure we’ll see each other socially back in the real world. But we don’t have to pretend this never happened. Unless you want to.” He reached down and I thought he would spank my ass, but instead he gripped the back of the panties and gave them a tug, tightening the beads against me. I let out a strangled moan of surprise.
There was an empty lounge chair between two occupied ones. Dante gestured to it. “How about we head over there and take turns getting each other way too close while we watch all of this?”
The people in the other chairs seemed to be doing the same thing. Well, sort of. Two hard-bodied white guys who looked like stereotypical gym bros lay together fully naked, one reclining between the spread legs of the other while the partner behind stroked his companion’s cock. On the other side of our chair, another person in a bikini lay as if sunbathing, but the telltale cord of a bullet vibe extended from their swimsuit bottoms.
“You go first,” I suggested, because the sound of so many people enjoying themselves was torture. “Can I suck your dick?”
Dante pushed down his jeans and stepped out of them, stroking himself. “Don’t be too good at it.”
“Denial?” the man jerking off his partner beside us asked with a wry grin.
“Unfortunately,” I responded, sinking onto the cushion between Dante’s legs. I made myself comfortable on my stomach, feet up behind me, before I realized that the rhythmic swing of them in the air was making the pearls do their job even better. I switched to my knees and scooted closer.
The moment my hand closed around Dante’s length, he let out a low curse. “Fuck, I’d love to come in your mouth.”
“Later,” I promised, extending my tongue and running it in a long, slow lick up his shaft from the top of his sack to the very tip of him. “At the surprise party. Which I don’t know anything about.”
“You’re not going to get the information out of me,” Dante warned.
I rubbed my closed, wet lips over the head of his cock peeking out from his foreskin.
“Maybe if you keep doing that,” he revised.
“I don’t want to know anything about tonight.” I let some drool run out on him and slicked it down his shaft with my hand. “I enjoy surprises. I don’t like when they’re spoiled. And it sounds like you’re going to give me a big surprise.”
He grinned down at me. “I’ll give you a big one right now. You just can’t come while you’re riding.”
“And neither can you.” I made a moue of feigned sadness. “Can you imagine how good it’s going to feel when we finally…”
The bikinied guest next to us gripped the edge of their lounge chair’s mattress, hips lifting, toned belly trembling. Obviously, they were coming, but with very little outward show of it.
Dante dove his hand into my hair and tightened his fingers slightly, but he didn’t push my head down. He let out a deep breath and asked, almost timidly, “Suck me?”
I opened my mouth and took him all the way to the back of my throat, watching with pride as his eyes rolled back in his head. I sucked in as I lifted up, and he let out a deep groan. On my way back down, I swirled my tongue, drawing it up the underside of his shaft. Once I’d hit my limit and then some, I choked a little and flexed my throat against his tip. When I came back up, I tasted the satiny, salty wet of his precum. His hand tightened on the back of my head.
“That’s it,” he murmured, eyes closed in deep concentration.
I added my hand to the mix, pumping him between stacked fists while I lavished attention on the head. His hips bucked and another long, stuttering groan pulled from him. I kept going slow and steady, until I noticed his rhythm picking up. Then, I twisted my hands while I stroked and ran my tongue around in steady circles.
“Whoa, whoa,” he said, scooting back while tugging my hair to lift me off him. His cock twitched once, twice, a pearly bead of cum falling from his tip and onto his stomach.
“Too close,” he muttered, scrubbing his hands over his face. “Didn’t come, though. Not all the way.”
“I bet you wish you had,” I teased him.
He peeked at me through his fingers. “If I were you, I wouldn’t be so cocky.”
“Oh yeah?” I challenged him.
“Yeah.” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Because it’s your turn now, baby girl.”
CHAPTER NINE
(Matthew)
By the time “Dante” brought Charlotte back, she was a pathetic, grumpy, pleading mess. He wasn’t much better off.
“Tiffany and Asia are here to get you ready,” I informed Charlotte when they walked in. She nearly burst into tears.