Page 8 of Accidentally Matched

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TIERNEY

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My heart hammers inmy chest as the door opens.

“Oh,” I say, as if I weren’t expecting them. I was. But seeing them again makes me.... They’re just so... so...

It doesn’t matter. I expected them to be late.

“Hello, lover boys,” I say, then hurriedly strike a provocative pose against a table. Except the table moves, and my arms flail wildly as I try to grip on to something. Great start.

“Jesus, woman,” Colter mutters. Since he’s closest to me, he grabs my arm before I kill myself with the table, and I rebound against his chest. He doesn’t waste any time setting me aside again.

“Well. Shall we begin?” I grab my tablet and stylus and take a seat on the chair. “Okay, so first up on mysextinerary,” I say, reading from the tablet, “is to take off your clothes.”

I place the tablet and stylus on the side table next to me, sit back, cross my legs, and raise my gaze to them.

My mouth dries just as little as they whip off their T-shirts and throw them onto a sofa nearby.A range of tattoos on their bodies draws my attention. Oh boy.

I mean, I always knew they were muscular. It was clearly prevalent no matter what they wore. But I’m having a hard time digesting what the sight of their bodies is doing to me. Without missing a beat, they remove their boots and socks, and then they’re tucking their jeans off... and then their snowy-white boxer briefs.

My mouth falls open. My body blazes like an inferno I have no control over. My nipples twitch, then harden painfully, and I have to shift in my seat to quell the uncomfortable burn between my now slick thighs.

My gaze glides over each of their faces, to their jaws, down the thick columns of their necks. I follow the planes and ridges of their sculpted chests, thick and heavy with muscle.

My eyes feast on the layers and layers of bricks that make up their abs, trailing the splattering of hair that narrows down to their... to their cocks.

I’ve never seen a penis up front and personal before, and I’m immediately fascinated.

Are they usually that enormous? I should have watched a couple of porn videos before, but I wanted an organic, authentic reaction with no preconceived ideas. Although instinctively I feel those are not your everyday size schlongs.

Long. Overly abundant. Adorned with thick, rippling veins that purely mesmerize me and sets of testicles that have me wondering if they’ll even fit in my hand. Fascinating.

I rise from the chair, take my tablet and stylus with me, and walk toward them. Without thinking, I kneel before them. This close, apart from the scent of their cologne, I can smell the ocean-breeze-freshness of their soap on their cocks.

The lower part of my stomach dips and tugs with butterflies. I reach out to measure Colter’s cock with my hand, and it’s way, way too small; my hand, that is. I do the same with Nolan and Jace, laying my palm over the concrete hardness of their cocks and reaffirming that they’re enormous. I don’t even need to compare them to other men.

I wonder what they would taste like.

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