Kinky Boots (Mischief Books) by KD Grace Read Free Book Online Page B

woman’s embrace was still there, pillowing her head against soft full breasts that she found herself longing to suckle and caress. But there was no one there, only her, laid out on the table like an insane person.
    Insane she might be, but she could see every bead of sweat breaking on Meinrad’s forehead. She could see the shape of his erection straining to attention in his trousers, and she couldn’t help wondering if it were in proportion to the rest of him. She had a feeling that it was. In fact she was certain of it, though she didn’t know how she knew. And she didn’t know how she knew that it was thoughts of plunging into her that were making him so hard and uncomfortable. Jill had to admit the thought of riding something so big was not at all unpleasant.
    The smell of arousal was all over Chelsea and, though Jill was certain Chelsea had had both men in the past, it wasn’t desire for either one of them that was exciting her at the moment. Jill knew the woman wanted desperately to lick her, not just to taste the arousal of another woman – Jill was pretty sure she’d done that lots of times – but it was Jill she wanted to taste, Jill she wanted to eat. And frankly, she wouldn’t mind, not even a little bit. Had she ever been turned on by a woman before? She didn’t think so, but then she’d never really thought about it. Still, it was easy for her to imagine kissing those lovely tight breasts, small and high and no doubt the colour of rich milk chocolate. In fact, she really didn’t need to imagine. She knew.
    But it was Finn who was definitely the centre of Jill’s attention. He was having a very difficult time concentrating on the task at hand. His erection was about to burst his fly, and she knew that cock intimately. And wanted it. In spite of her best efforts to lie still on the table and mentally take in the weight of the fact that she was undergoing an exorcism, she was horny as hell, and dignity was not an easy thing to maintain.
    It was Meinrad who finally broke the chant. ‘Damn it, Finn, Eleanor’s being stubborn. It’s up to you to coax her out.’
    ‘What does that mean?’ Jill asked. ‘Why is it up to Finn?’
    ‘Because he’s the one she trusts the most,’ Chelsea said.
    Finn came to her side and took her hand in his. ‘Jill, that means we might need to get very intimate, are you all right with that?’
    She wanted to say no. She wanted to be indignant. After all, none of this had been her idea, none of it had been her fault, and yet she wanted him so badly she could barely stand it. She pulled him down to her and kissed him savagely, tonguing his hard palate and running a hand down to stroke the straining of his erection through his jeans. ‘If you need to fuck me, Finn, I’m OK with that,’ she said. Even before the words were out of her mouth and he slipped onto the table next to her, she wondered how she could be so nonchalant about having sex with this man, a man she barely knew, with an audience she knew even less. And yet she felt like if he didn’t mount her soon, she’d rip off her panties and take herself right here in front of them all. Was Eleanor making her feel this way? It didn’t seem like it. It seemed like it was all her, all the pent-up sexual frustration of so many years of never having time for sex, never having confidence to seek out a partner, and now she wanted it. She wanted it badly.
    She lifted her bottom and allowed Finn to slide off her knickers. And, as he pushed her legs open, everyone got a glimpse of her down there where she was hot and needy. Why wasn’t she embarrassed? She opened her blouse and worried her bra cups down so her nipples peeked over the top like two hard little marbles. All the while she watched, anticipated, as Finn unzipped and untucked and shoved his trousers down until she could grab his bare bum as he positioned himself. And they were watching – Meinrad with his monster cock and Chelsea with her tight little breasts.