Graduation and Gifts (Untouchable Book 8) by Heather Long (best books to read for beginners TXT) 📕

all going to feel really good in a minute.” His cock was still long, thick, and curved. The vein along the glistening bottom of it seemed to pulse. I reached out for him, but he pinned my hands. “Trust me.”

Two words that melted me every time he said them. They were both a promise and a plea.

He slid down the bed, and then his mouth was on my quaking pussy, licking, nipping, and sucking as he sent me tumbling over the edge. I was still shaking that fog when he speared two fingers into my ass and began to work me loose.

“Do you remember that first night in my bed?” he asked against my thigh just before he bit, sucking gently at the hickey he favored right there. A part of me wanted to get a little tattoo there, just for him, so he didn’t have to worry about his mark ever fading away.

“Every minute.” The last word rode a moan as he added a third finger. I was so used to this now, I welcomed the stretch and burn. Sometimes, the guys even talked me into wearing a plug during the day so I would be ready at any point. But this was the first time Archie had just gone for my ass alone.

He’d done it for my birthday. That and… Another shudder went through me as I thought of him and Ian filling me at once.

“Good, I’m going to keep one of those promises right now, babe,” Archie whispered. He gave my pussy one last lick before he eased his fingers out and moved away. He left the bed for a second, and I pushed up on my elbows slowly. Every limb was shaking. I’d put it down to air turbulence, but there was none.

And I was floating higher than this plane if that were possible. Archie didn’t leave me long, he came back with a condom on his dick, and it glistened with fresh lube. I stared at him as he knelt between my legs and teased his tip against the rosette of my ass.

“I’m going to fuck you until you come,” he promised. “I’m going to fill you until the only thing you need to find pleasure is the feel of my cock bottoming out in you. Filling your pussy,” he continued breaching past that tight ring of muscles with the most seductive burn. I didn’t take my eyes off his the whole time. “The stroke of me in your mouth, filling your throat…”

“The taste of you,” I whispered, and he thrust forward abruptly. “The salty sweetness that’s all you, Archie. I love how it feels when you fill me, when you taste me, when you touch me.” He bit the underside of my nipple, and I let out a sharp gasp because he’d bottomed out into my ass, then I let out a cry. Oh, so full.

This was so different from when he took my pussy, and yet I couldn’t look away from him as he began a slow, punishing rhythm that demanded all my attention. The stroke of their cocks in my pussy was one thing, but my ass was something else. Too often, it was only when they shared.

“I love your pussy,” Archie said, sweat dampening his brow. “I love how it feels when you flex around me, when you flutter and milk me. But this ass… Fuck me, babe, this ass of yours.”

A convulsion went through me, a lazy heat that went from warm and simmering to molten and surging through my system. Archie slammed his mouth down on mine, siphoning the oxygen as he chased my tongue with his, mirroring every thrust of his dick.

Only on a handful of occasions had any of them done this, alone, and fuck me, it shredded me in all the best ways. I swore I screamed before his fingers skated over my swollen clit, but that was almost too much. Fingers dug into his shoulders, I sucked on his tongue, even as tears dampened my face and he swallowed my cries.

With one last furious and punishing thrust, he let out a shout of his own, and then we locked around each other, trembling.

I lost track of how long we lay there when Archie nuzzled a kiss behind my ear and eased himself out of me. “Thank you for my induction into the mile-high club,” he whispered, and heat flushed my whole body. A first he’d saved for me.

The tears on my cheeks grew even wetter. His smile softened as he brushed them away.

“We’re going to make every year better,” he swore to me, and I didn’t doubt him for an instant.

We landed in Los Angeles on schedule, but we didn’t linger past the refuel and taking on dinner as well as breakfast. The next leg of the flight was ten hours. The guys had cards and movies. Jake tugged me back into the bedroom as soon as we’d reached cruising altitude and finished dinner. We were chasing the sunset, in a way.

Instead of getting naked, we curled up together in the middle of the bed, Jake playing with my hair and my head tucked against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heart made me smile.

“Sometimes I miss you,” I murmured. He wore one of the new tank tops we’d picked up on vacation. It left his arms bare, and I could trace the muscle of his biceps with my eyes or my fingers. Tilting my head up, I found him smiling at me. He hadn’t shaved in five days, and I was getting used to the itchy scruff, even when it left beard burn following his kisses.

“I’m right here, Baby Girl. Why are you missing me?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Sometimes, you feel distant and I know it’s not just you. It’s me too. There’s always something that seems to tug at me, pulling me away and…” I hesitated. I’d been hesitant to bring this up before, but even more so now.