darted out to trace the thick pulsing vein on his lover’s shaft. Glistening hands wrapped around him from behind, scooting his hips back until they formed a sparkly sixty-nine position.
Gen had been wrong; they were all about the foreplay, teasing each other, working themselves up and then stopping before they reached the point of no return. Like a contest in which one player would up the ante to see who could hold out the longest. Javier caressed Steven’s balls, hefting the twin weights while he deep-throated his lover’s cock. Steven gasped and retaliated by lubing his fingers and inserting them into Javier’s ass. Javier groaned and rolled to the side. Splaying Steven’s legs wide, he licked the small bundle of nerves centered on the other man’s anus. All while his hand pumped faster on Steven’s cock. Their dexterity and flexibility amazed her. Sweat mingled with the gleaming oil as each man strained, loving each other with lips and tongues, their hands and minds all working toward mutual release.
Gen’s body clenched up as they found their satisfaction, the amount of pheromones in the room making her dizzy. Steven came all over Javier’s chest, while swallowing what his lover’s body yielded.
Though she really wanted to keep watching, she popped up off the dresser and gathered her candle and the coconut verbena lotion she’d pilfered. Afterglow was not a moment they ought to be forced to share with a secret shopper.
They didn’t look away from each other as she shut the door behind her. With a sigh, she murmured, “And then there was one.” She headed to her room, the only one with a private bath. Stopping to check her reflection in the mirror, Gen wondered if it wasn’t better to just admit defeat now. She’d craved sex, real, honest, raw, heel-pounding sex. The cherry on top of Alison’s sweet offer. But with those guys ... Not gonna happen.
Rhys had never been more aroused in his entire life. Gen wanted him, couldn’t bear to be parted from him, or at least from the candle, which essentially was him since his own body lay in stasis on a distant world. The click of the door closed them in together. He sensed no other person in the room, but her emotional frequencies were so bright that any other being would be a pale reflection, a moon to her burning sun.
Though he could feel no direct connection to the candle, he knew she was touching it, and he pressed his empathic essence against the wax wall, trying desperately to touch her back. She could free him, just like she’d done before, give him enough emotional fortification to manifest into corporeal form once again. And once he got there, then what?
One step at a time, Rhys.
Her arousal was a deep pink, and he drank it in greedily, pulling on her mental desire. She was a smoking-hot love goddess, a volcano that needed to erupt. Rhys understood what those other men had missed—Gen wanted to be wanted, to be craved like the delicious morsel she was, yet he had no way to convey his admiration to her.
But he could stoke her fire. Collecting all his pilfered energy, he projected the thought directly into her head. Go lie on the bed.
Fabric rustled and bedsprings creaked. A soft thump as she put the burning candle down, and he could imagine how she looked. The warm radiance from the candle’s flame would seem to dance over her skin, heating her flesh as it kissed her, caressed her like a lover’s touch.
Run your hands over your body.
With a moan, she did and he imagined the feel of her beautiful, full breasts cupped in his hands, the silk of her skin as he trailed his fingers over her luscious curves. Her breaths came out in short, sharp pants, her desire intensifying as her pull on him grew stronger than that of the candle.
More , he urged her, eager to break free, to see the pleasure written across her face when she climaxed. To be the reason she exploded. Show me where you want me next. Show me how wet you are for me, how ready your
Gen had been wrong; they were all about the foreplay, teasing each other, working themselves up and then stopping before they reached the point of no return. Like a contest in which one player would up the ante to see who could hold out the longest. Javier caressed Steven’s balls, hefting the twin weights while he deep-throated his lover’s cock. Steven gasped and retaliated by lubing his fingers and inserting them into Javier’s ass. Javier groaned and rolled to the side. Splaying Steven’s legs wide, he licked the small bundle of nerves centered on the other man’s anus. All while his hand pumped faster on Steven’s cock. Their dexterity and flexibility amazed her. Sweat mingled with the gleaming oil as each man strained, loving each other with lips and tongues, their hands and minds all working toward mutual release.
Gen’s body clenched up as they found their satisfaction, the amount of pheromones in the room making her dizzy. Steven came all over Javier’s chest, while swallowing what his lover’s body yielded.
Though she really wanted to keep watching, she popped up off the dresser and gathered her candle and the coconut verbena lotion she’d pilfered. Afterglow was not a moment they ought to be forced to share with a secret shopper.
They didn’t look away from each other as she shut the door behind her. With a sigh, she murmured, “And then there was one.” She headed to her room, the only one with a private bath. Stopping to check her reflection in the mirror, Gen wondered if it wasn’t better to just admit defeat now. She’d craved sex, real, honest, raw, heel-pounding sex. The cherry on top of Alison’s sweet offer. But with those guys ... Not gonna happen.
Rhys had never been more aroused in his entire life. Gen wanted him, couldn’t bear to be parted from him, or at least from the candle, which essentially was him since his own body lay in stasis on a distant world. The click of the door closed them in together. He sensed no other person in the room, but her emotional frequencies were so bright that any other being would be a pale reflection, a moon to her burning sun.
Though he could feel no direct connection to the candle, he knew she was touching it, and he pressed his empathic essence against the wax wall, trying desperately to touch her back. She could free him, just like she’d done before, give him enough emotional fortification to manifest into corporeal form once again. And once he got there, then what?
One step at a time, Rhys.
Her arousal was a deep pink, and he drank it in greedily, pulling on her mental desire. She was a smoking-hot love goddess, a volcano that needed to erupt. Rhys understood what those other men had missed—Gen wanted to be wanted, to be craved like the delicious morsel she was, yet he had no way to convey his admiration to her.
But he could stoke her fire. Collecting all his pilfered energy, he projected the thought directly into her head. Go lie on the bed.
Fabric rustled and bedsprings creaked. A soft thump as she put the burning candle down, and he could imagine how she looked. The warm radiance from the candle’s flame would seem to dance over her skin, heating her flesh as it kissed her, caressed her like a lover’s touch.
Run your hands over your body.
With a moan, she did and he imagined the feel of her beautiful, full breasts cupped in his hands, the silk of her skin as he trailed his fingers over her luscious curves. Her breaths came out in short, sharp pants, her desire intensifying as her pull on him grew stronger than that of the candle.
More , he urged her, eager to break free, to see the pleasure written across her face when she climaxed. To be the reason she exploded. Show me where you want me next. Show me how wet you are for me, how ready your
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