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’m almost at the brink when Josh runs out of piss and orders Heath up to his feet.
“My turn,” Josh says. “Give it to me.”
Josh works his mouth up and down Heath’s straining cock as Heath curses, finding it hard to piss. He takes hold of Josh’s head, and braces himself, trying to go… and it works. I flinch at the first burst, so fierce it makes Josh retch.
But not for long.
Josh is a pro, after all.
I watch the guys playing. Pissing and kissing and tumbling onto the floor together in the aftermath.
I feel like a kinky ghost on the sidelines, watching with a smile on my face and my fingers on my clit until Heath clicks his fingers and summons me over.
The floor is like a fucking lake when I get down on my knees and crawl over to them.
“I want to come in the fucking toilet bowl,” Heath tells me, and the sparkle in his filthy eyes is full of sin. “Another round of fill the bottle, only this time, it’ll be with cream and not wine.”
Both guys take it in turns with my empty asshole – so sensitive after so much use earlier.
“Please…” I groan. “Be brave boys and fuck me both at once. You managed my cunt. Now manage my ass.”
I know they are looking at each other contemplating it.
“Please!” I say again. “Go in sync, stretch me to bursting. I don’t care. It’s ok.”
They answer without words – Josh taking up position on the floor and hoisting me onto him. I loll back and relax, with my head against his shoulder and my back to his clammy chest. There’s a smile on my face as I feel them align themselves – their piss covered dicks thick and fucking hard.
Hard and ready to blow.
Shit, how it fucking hurts when they push in as one. It sears like a bitch, straining so hard I must be tearing. Josh restrains me, hooking his arms under mine as I wriggle.
“Stay fucking still,” he hisses into my ear, and I nod for him.
I stay still like a good curva and take the savage intrusion… just like I wanted it.
I’m a greedy bitch tonight, and I want the first of everything. I want to be the receiver of the cream before the guys get to play. Oh, how I’m desperate to see their hunger.
It’ll be a much thicker river when I push this juicy treat out for them.
I come just thinking about it, sandwiched between the men of my dreams, while my asshole takes their dessert. We’ll all be licking our lips for a taste of it.
Thank fuck there’ll be enough to share.
We’ll definitely be having seconds.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The reward can’t be right. No way. I mean, it’s amazing, but he must have got it wrong.
Heath has picked out a mighty fine restaurant in Cannes and a mega cool looking club to hang out in later. He shows us the pictures eagerly. But there will be one thing missing.
Him.
Heath isn’t planning on coming with us this evening.
What the holy fuck?
“I could easily get recognised,” he says when I raise my eyebrows. “Believe me, Ella, I don’t want that. I don’t want a hoard of paparazzi at the gates, and people out to take a snap of me wherever I turn. It’s one thing in London, but out here…”
“You could go in disguise,” I say. “Nobody would have recognised you yesterday, not a chance. You barely even looked like you.”
He smiles. “That was at a vineyard in the middle of nowhere with about ten members of staff present. Not in town on a Friday night while the masses are out to play.”
I look at Josh. He has pitted brows, staring at Heath as though it’s a travesty.
“Ells and I can head out to a fancy restaurant and a club whenever we want to, Heath. And I don’t want to sound ungrateful, not at all, but we’re here for you. We want to be with you.”
I nod along, because Josh is spot on, and I couldn’t emphasise that enough. I’d adore a night out in swanky Cannes, don’t get me wrong – strolling hand in hand with my boyfriend. Eating fine cuisine, and dancing the night away. But we get the opportunity for that kind of thing plenty in London. We could fly out wherever we wanted for a luxury retreat, just the two of us. Just not with Heath.
The idea of being away from our amazing client for the evening tears at my heart strings. It actually hurts.
“We’ve only got two nights left,” I say. “Then we’ll be back on a flight without you. Please, just think about coming with us. Downgrade the meal to somewhere more obscure, pick a nightclub that isn’t so prestigious. Whatever, Heath, just come with us!”
Heath looks torn. “I wanted to give you the chance to experience the incredible vibe of Cannes at night. You deserve it.”