Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I back myself up so I can watch Josh at work. Heath’s dirty fingers are splaying his own cheeks, his ass clenching in preparation for what’s to come. A glorious target.
Josh doesn’t bother with slicking up Heath’s crack, just pushes the pourer of the olive oil bottle straight in and empties the whole fucking lot of it – a tank of lube sinking straight into Heath’s ass. Heath groans as Josh gets to work, and my entire body tingles as I watch my boyfriend take control.
“There’s no competition for you, curva, so you’re just going to have to take what you’re given. But that’s what you want, isn’t it? To take what you’re fucking given?”
My vampire hero nods, his groans notching up as Josh plugs straight in to the knuckles.
“Yes. I want to take what I’m fucking given. So give it to me. Do it, Josh. Fist my dirty fucking ass like I fisted your girlfriend’s.”
I’ve seen things get rough between Josh and Heath before. I’ve seen both of their asses take each other’s fists and accept one hell of a pounding, but this is different. Josh is plunging our client like he’s delving for treasure, loosening Heath to take a clenched fist before sliding in, fingers first.
Deep.
Really fucking deep.
As deep as Heath can take it…
And then more.
Just like Heath did with me.
It’s absolutely stunning to see the fire in Josh’s eyes as he puts Heath through the same beautiful torture he inflicted on me, and music to my ears to hear the way Heath grunts as he struggles to take it.
Josh’s eyes are still scorching hot when he looks at me.
“Be a good curva for Heath now, and milk his needy cock, will you? I want him to come while I’m at my deepest.”
The request lights up my soul.
“My pleasure.”
And it is my pleasure.
Reaching underneath Heath to grip his barbelled shaft is a dream come true. And two hands mean double the dream. I have a free one at my disposal to grip Josh’s cock at the same time, milking them both in tandem.
Damn, I’m good at it.
They come practically in sync – Josh’s fist buried deep in Heath’s perfect ass when the first jet of cum blows, and he takes advantage of it. One tiny shunt forward that makes Heath curse with a fuck!
He groans louder than we did, daring to shunt backwards as he’s coming. I jerk his cock faster, milking every drop. Kudos to him, he’s really fucking incredible, and I’m a lucky girl to get the chance to watch him. He’s hot enough to set the villa on fire.
There is one clear winner of the puppet show when the two guys compare filthy hands in the aftermath. I may have taken a decent chunk of Heath’s wrist inside me, but the ring of oil on Josh’s forearm says it all. It’s at least three inches higher.
Heath may have been the puppet master, but he’s been the greatest puppet of all three of us tonight.
He should be getting the pamper and recovery reward tomorrow, not us.
But still, I’ll take it gladly.
CHAPTER SIX
A night of sleep in Heath’s cloud bed could never be topped. I wake up to bright sunlight streaming in through the windows. It’s a heaven of slumber.
So is the heaven of rolling over and seeing the pair of them still deep in dreamland. Josh facing me, with Heath’s arm wrapped around his waist from behind.
I rise just a touch on my pillows so I can see our beautiful client, snoozing softly with his gorgeous dark hair fanned out. He’s a masterpiece. And if I wasn’t with Josh – the man my heart belongs to without question – I’d most certainly want to be with him.
Morning after syndrome is going to hit like a bitch when we touch back down to life in London. Thank fuck it’s only day two of seven.
Josh wakes first, his long lashes fluttering before his eyes open and land on mine. He reaches out and pulls me closer, and the feeling of flesh on flesh is so good I could stay here all day. It’s enough of a pamper day already without our proposal fee from last night.
Heath stirs, rolling away enough to stretch his arms up over his head. I look at his hands, clenching my ass at the memory of how deep he plugged me last night. I’m still burning, but that doesn’t matter. I’d take it all over again.
Just as well, since I probably will.
“Morning, curvas,” Heath says. “Did you sleep well?”
“Well would be an understatement,” I say. “It was amazing.”
He props himself up on an elbow. “How about you, Joshua?”
“As if you need to ask.”
He pulls Heath in for a kiss on the lips like it’s the most natural thing in the world, which gives me tingles. This isn’t roleplay. It isn’t characterisation, or being in service, or proposal territory, and it’s not a prelude to another bout of horny action, either.