Page 31 of Shiver

"Wait! ‘Fine’? You're saying yes?" he asks, dumbstruck as his hands grip the armrests of his wooden desk chair, his ass halfway out of the seat as he stares at me with wide eyes.

"Sounds like it," I say, calling over my shoulder as I stride out the door.

This is a terrible idea.

Blowing out a breath, I lean back in my seat. “Damn, talk about a lot riding on a single decision.”

I dive back into the book, having no obligations for the night and no desire to stop here. The book is dual point-of-view, so the next chapter is from the female main character’s perspective.

"Elise," the massive Brit purrs as he swipes the head of his engorged cock through my slick heat, "will you be a good girl and accommodate us both at the same time?"

"Yes," I moan.

Leo chuckles, lining his swollen tip up with my mouth. "It's really poetic, isn't it mate?" He pauses, laughing again. "The good little French girl is about to do her first Eiffel Tower."

A laugh squawks out of me, hiding my disdain for the ignorant comment. Leo is often brash, leaning into certain stereotypes about Australians, never one to hold his thoughts in which is something I usually enjoy about him, so I brush the comment off. "When did I say it was my first?" I challenge.

Noah smacks my ass from his position behind me. “He should’ve known better.”

The sting sends a zap of electricity down my spine, and a moan slips past my lips. “Shut up and fuck me already,” I instruct, letting the sass seep into my voice.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Leo responds before plunging his cock into my mouth.

“Oh, we’ve already started, huh?” Noah comments from behind, pushing into me, causing my mouth to drive forward meeting Leo’s hips.

Noah’s pounding thrusts and the slap of his pelvis against my ass causes heat to pool in my core. My eyes are watering with the effort to remain on all fours with Leo’s length threatening to suffocate me.

Noah’s hand snakes around my bare abdomen, his thumb stroking over my clit. Another moan escapes me, and my thighs clench together as the firm pressure starts to coax my orgasm out of me.

Leo’s position changes, his hips angling himself even further, burrowing into my throat.

I look up at him through my lashes, and see that he’s extending his arm over my head, presumably reaching for Leo’s behind me. A real Eiffel Tower, well, I’ll be damned.

It takes everything in me not to laugh with his cock impaling my throat. If I did, he’d likely wind up with teeth marks.

Drawing in a deep breath through my nose, I focus on two things. Not choking and having an orgasm before I have to make it to practise.

Leo’s callused hand grips my chin, then drags across my cheek. His fingers dig into my scalp, his groans of approval growing louder.

“Fuck Frenchy, your mouth is fucking delicious,” he moans.

“She’s gagging for it,” Noah murmurs, his thick British accent sending another jolt of pleasure through me.

My walls are clenching around his length, the methodical rhythm of his thumb driving me wild. Tension builds throughout me, my muscles aching for release.

Leo’s body goes rigid. “I’m about to come.”

The hot, salty taste of his release fills my mouth, sliding down my throat. A satisfying moan escapes me as Noah pulls himself out entirely before plunging back in. I bounce my ass back into his hips, taking him to the hilt as I come undone around him. My body writhes against him as he fills me, tendrils of pleasure licking up my spine.

Once they’ve both pulled out, I collapse on the bed. “Fucking hell,” Leo groans.

Noah’s arousal trickles out of me and down my thighs. I’m spent.

Noah slumps beside me, angling his face to peer over at me. He’s wearing a contented smile as he says, “Sorry ‘bout that love.” He nods his chin towards my coated thighs.

A laugh escapes me as I roll over, smacking a hand to his chest and using it to push myself up. “Alrighty boys, stay as long as you’d like, but I’ve got to get going.”

“Your new coach starts today, right?”

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