Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
“No. Longer. With tongues.”
Xavier mutters, “But I’m not—”
“Gay?” I snort. “Have you tried?”
His lips part, but there’s no answer.
“So you don’t know.”
Orion sniggers, and Xavier throws him the nastiest of looks, before he says, “But—”
“Ah!” I interject, and I grab his head and force it back into place. “You offered to please me, now please your fucking queen and kiss him like you mean it.”
Xavier
I really, really, really hate this fucker with all my guts.
But if it pleases her …
I will do anything she asks.
I sigh and lean in softly until our lips touch and our mouths part, and our tongues spill out to taste each other. I hate it with every fiber of my being, the way he latches onto my mouth with his perfect fucking lips, hate the way his tongue rolls around mine with such bravado that it makes me want to rip his head clean off.
He grins while he kisses me. He actually fucking grins like he knows he’s a good kisser.
And so what if he is? It doesn’t mean anything. I’ve kissed … I’ve kissed before … I’ve kissed Sunny—or rather, she kissed me.
If I can only picture her kissing me instead of these maddening, crazy, arousing lips—NO!
I try to pull back, but he won’t let me.
He won’t let me because his tongue is entwined with mine, and my entire being is forced into his mouth like it can’t stop devouring him—despite the fact that I still can’t stop thinking of tearing his heart out through his chest and force-feeding it to him for even daring to look at her. For daring to look at me.
My hands ball into fists behind my back. I want to sucker punch him because he’s driving me absolutely mad.
The moan that echoes through his chest makes me nearly bite into his lip.
Fuck.
How dare he?
How dare he sound like he’s enjoying this?
Because I sure am not. I’m not fucking enjoying any part of kissing these raunchy lips, but why does he taste so fucking good?
God, I hate it. I hate it, but I can’t stop. I don’t want him to stop. I shouldn’t want this to—
“Stop.” Her voice pulls me from the nether.
I tear away from Orion’s lips, his saliva still coating my lips, my tongue, my taste buds, my core being fucking uprooted.
For a moment, all I do is stare into his pure eyes, wondering why my heart is beating in my throat and why the fuck my cock just twitched.
His tongue darts out to lick his lip while he throws me a smug smile.
Absolute insanity how much I hate this dude for, for, for—
“So how was it?” Sunny asks.
“I …” I stutter, not knowing how to respond.
“Like I could almost forgive him for dragging me into his mess,” Orion muses.
“Fuck you,” I retort.
“If you’re so eager, then why don’t you?”
My brows furrow, eyes widening with pure rage. “I’m gonna—”
“Fuck. That sounds like a good idea,” Sunny interrupts, tearing me out of my wet dream of ending this fucker once and for all.
“You know, I have the perfect idea.” She walks to her bag. “Keep your hands behind your backs. Don’t fucking move.”
She zips it open and pulls out the biggest schlong I have ever seen—a double-ended dildo that makes both of our eyes nearly pop out of the sockets.
“What the hell is that?” I mutter.
“Oh, this?” She wiggles it around like it’s some kind of slapstick joke. “I call this ‘the giant.’ One of the many toys I have at my disposal to make little subby boys squirm. And you two are going to swallow it whole.”
CHAPTER 22
Xavier
My dick twitches again, and I hate how I immediately glance at Orion like the fact that he just stuck his tongue down my throat has now become correlated.
“That’s a joke, right?” Orion asks, gulping.
She chuckles. “You know, I didn’t think this night could get any better after I already had some fun with my other friend, but you just made it a whole lot more interesting.”
Friend? “What friend?”
Her eyes narrow behind the mask. “Getting jealous again, Xavier?”
She marches toward me, and as she towers over me, I shudder in place. “I just …”
She cups my face and caresses me in such a gentle way that it catches me off guard. “You want to be the only one to please me?”
I lean into the palm of her hand. “Yes.”
When I try to kiss it, she pulls it away. “I am no one’s belonging.”
My heart aches, but I always knew deep down it was the truth.
I just wanted so badly that I tried to violently wish it into existence.
But her fire cannot ever be tamed just to burn one and leave the rest.
“I’m the one who owns,” she says. “And I play with whomever I fucking desire.”
She drops the bag right beside me so I can peer inside.