Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Dayne squeezing and tugging Heath’s balls brought his attention back to him. But he was quickly distracted by a hand sliding along his exposed ass and slipping between his cheeks.
Was he...
He was.
Dayne began to tease and stroke his hole, encouraging him to relax. However, what his lips and tongue were doing made complete relaxation impossible. Not if he didn’t want to shoot his load down the man’s throat in the next thirty seconds.
One finger wedged its way inside. Then another.
Make that about ten seconds.
Without lube, two fingers were about his limit. Luckily, Dayne didn’t try to push it any further. Instead, he used those long digits to find his prostate and stroke it.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” escaped from Heath. “That’s it. Like that. Damn.”
Again, no surprise this man knew what he was doing. He owned a damn sex resort, for fuck’s sake. He probably hooked up with all kinds of people and did all kinds of things.
But the triple threat of Dayne tugging on his balls, stimulating his prostate, and sucking him like a—
He didn’t even get to finish his thought before bracing for his own orgasm. “I’m going to—”
Yep, he was toast. He couldn’t even finish the warning.
With a groan and Heath’s fingers gripping Dayne’s hair hard enough to pull his scalp, he shoved his hips forward and came.
Since Dayne had to have recognized the signs, him not pulling free in time had to be done on purpose. Letting Heath come down his throat was hot as hell. At least for him. He wondered about Cara’s opinion on what she just witnessed. Hopefully, it turned her on.
As soon as Dayne released Heath’s cock, he wiped the back of his wrist over his lips and sat back on his heels. A second later, his Cheshire cat smile was blinding.
Heath was starting to believe the resort’s CFO had an arrogant streak.
With an offered hand, Heath helped haul Dayne back to his feet and mumbled, “Thanks,” as he yanked up his jeans and secured them.
Dayne acknowledged him with a tip of his head, but looked past him to Cara. “Did that turn you on?”
Heath glanced over because he was also very interested in her answer.
With her bottom lip pressed between her teeth, she nodded. “I wasn’t sure if it would, but…” She blew out a breath between pursed lips. “I was not expecting how it would affect me.”
Heath asked, “Do you want us to help you with that?”
“You don’t have to go out of your way to—”
“You’re not the only one suffering right now,” Heath told her.
Her green eyes flicked to Dayne, then down to the erection straining against his jeans.
“I don’t want to be the selfish one here,” Heath told her, then smiled. “I’m willing to give back.”
“How?” she asked. “Are you going to give Dayne head next?”
“No. You are.”
Her eyes widened for a split second.
“And while you’re doing that, I’m going to take care of you.”
She once again asked, “How?”
“We can always get creative,” Dayne assured her. “I’m also not going to say no if you want to give me head, but I only want you to do it if you want to, Cara. You don’t have to—”
“I know. I know. I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do.” She then whispered, “I want to.”
“I have an idea.” Dayne strode over to the sawhorse and dragged it to the center of the unfinished room.
Heath frowned. “What are we doing with that?”
Dayne moved around to the other side of the sawhorse and began to undo his jeans. “I’ll stand on this side. She can use the sawhorse to support her hips. While she sucks me, you eat her.”
Damn, that was a good idea, but… “We’ll need something to cushion her hips.”
“The easy solution for that would be to use her jeans,” Dayne said. “She’ll have to take them off, anyway, if you want to bury your face in her cunt.”
While some people had strong feelings over the use of the word “cunt,” Heath wasn’t one of them. It didn’t seem to faze Cara, either. However, Heath preferred to use it only in sexual situations and not as an insult.
“You want me to strip down right here?” Cara asked.
“If you want me to eat your pussy, yes,” Heath confirmed. “If you’re uncomfortable with doing so, then I can make you come by doing what Dayne did to you earlier this morning.”
Her eyes went round. “You noticed?”
“Of course. I enjoyed watching you two more than some of the stuff happening on the blanket.”
She glanced around. “What if someone comes? The construction crew…”
“They’re done for the day, Cara,” Dayne assured her. “That’s why I picked one of the cabins. Even if anyone does happen to wander in here, they probably wouldn’t blink an eye. Sex and nudity are an everyday occurrence around here.” He smirked. “More like an every hour occurrence.”