Read Novel Experience (Sara Miles) Online
Authors: Dacia Quinn
Novel Experience (Sara Miles) (5 page)
Theresa laughs at me. A giggle, really. I give her a questioning look.
“You’re thinking again,” she says. She turns to Gail. “Does she always do this?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“It’s so cute!” she says, and leans in for a kiss. I can feel the tips of her nipples against my skin, and I moan into the kiss. She bites my lip playfully, and I can feel her smile. Her hips move against me subtly, and I instinctively reach up to them and pull her tight against me. The friction pulls my shorts deliciously tight against my mound.
I hear rustling, and when I look over Gail has taken off her shirt. Danny’s attention now seems conflicted—he can’t decide which woman should get his attention. To his credit, he seems more taken with Gail’s bra-clad breasts at the moment than with either Theresa or me. Gail’s hand now strokes him through his jeans, and the bulge in his pants gets even larger.
Theresa kisses down my neck, stopping at its nape to explore with her tongue. My fingertips explore the soft skin of her sides, tracing up her back and then back down to the swell of her ass.
“Take off your bra,” she says.
I manage to scoot up while reaching back to unhook my bra. Theresa strips it off me quickly, then takes my nipple into her mouth, sucking at it greedily.
My body shudders in response and my head rolling back as a groan escapes from the depths of me. My hands find her breasts, brushing her pierced nipples with my fingertips until they’re hard and sensitive. Every inch of my body feels delicate as tissue-paper, each touch of Theresa’s body sends quivers through the entire length of me. I’m lost for awhile in a tangle of sensations: the cool touch of her hands, the warmth of the damp meeting of her legs, the soft tickle of her hair against me as her lips find every secret niche of my body.
Gail and Danny kiss, and his hands have now freed her breasts from their confines. I watch, remembering my own fantasies of the three of us, and thinking that my fantasies have never been as hot as this moment, with the two of them kissing so passionately. Danny lifts her up, seemingly without effort, and she stands in front of him. I see a flutter of hands, then her pants drop to the ground, giving Theresa and me a fine view of her gorgeous ass.
Theresa has come up for a moment of air, and sighs gently at the sight.
“Wow,” she says.
“Hey, now!” I complain playfully.
She grins and with a light push on my hip, tells me to flip over. This is new for us, so I oblige out of curiosity. She pulls me up on my knees, and gently spreads my legs open. Her hand is between them, her fingers splayed over my pussy, her thumb just inside me pressed against my clit. Her tongue slips up from my swollen lips and clit to press teasingly against my ass. I shiver, then press myself against her harder.
“Oh god,” I say, my eyes closed as I enjoy the sensation.
Gail kneels, and Danny’s face is a mask of bliss as the light bobbing of her head tells me all I need to know about what she’s doing. She moves to the side so she can see Theresa and me. I’ve seen that look on her face before, when we’ve watched porn together, and I know that she’s deep in her own arousal. I get a nice view of Danny’s cock, now, and realize that if anything Gail has been conservative in her description—he’s long and thick, glistening now after Gail’s attention. She strokes him slowly with one hand. Her other hand has pushed aside her panties and is busy between her own legs.
I free a hand and gesture for them to come closer. After a moment’s hesitation, Gail gets up and takes Danny’s hand to lead him closer to Theresa and me.
I’m feeling exposed and open to the world as they approach, and I can feel their eyes on me and Theresa.
Theresa continues to lap steadily at my pussy and ass, each stroke of her tongue and fingers inching me closer and closer to orgasm. I can feel my legs begin to weaken as I get closer, and reluctantly pull away from her. It’s her turn to lay back now, and as she stretches out, Danny stretches out next to her.
I open Theresa’s legs, caressing her thighs with my fingertips and kissing gently from her knees upward. She squirms delightedly beneath me, her breathing heavy and punctuated my little gasps when my tongue or fingers find a sensitive spot.
Gail has slipped Danny back into her mouth, taking as much of the full length of him past her lips as she can, but her eyes are on me as I encircle Theresa’s clit with my lips.
“How are you going to come?” Gail asks, between long strokes of his cock with her mouth.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “You’ll see.”
Gail climbs atop Danny, angling his cock toward her hot, wet opening, rubbing the tip of it against her in circles. She’s close, I can tell, but she’s holding off—waiting for me. Beneath me, Theresa thrusts her hips against my mouth and fingers. We’re both ready for more. I straddle her, pressing my pussy against hers. I slip a hand between us, slipping three fingers deep inside her.
Theresa cries out, her hands gripping my thighs, digging her nails into me. I begin rocking my hips against my own hand and sliding my fingers slowly in and out of her.
Danny can’t hold out too much longer. He reaches down to Gail’s hips and pulls her tight against him. She falls forward, hands on his chest. She lowers herself down farther, and he lavishes kisses on her breasts.
“Fuck me hard,” he says. Gail responds immediately, grinding her hips harder and faster against him, her breath responding in kind. I can’t help it—I do the same, matching her rhythm without thinking about it. Theresa raises her arms above her head, pushing against the wall behind her and spreading her legs wider for leverage.
Danny comes first, arching his back, his voice a series of guttural moans as Gail rides him hard. She leans back, and is suddenly coming herself.
“Uh, uh! Oh god, I’m coming!” she cries.
It’s enough to send Theresa and me over the edge. For a moment, it’s a chorus of moans and screams of pleasure as the four of us fall into a pool of ecstasy. Theresa’s eyes lock onto Gail’s body as it clenches and tenses in orgasm. Mine on Gail as she pumps her hips against Danny. And Danny and Gail’s eyes on each other as they shudder together on the cool floor.
We collapse together, a pile of bodies. The unspoken rule was to keep separate, but in the aftermath no one seems to care. I’m wrapped up in arms and legs, not knowing whose is which. And I’m exhausted. Every muscle twinges with aches that had, just a few moments earlier, been masked in a flood of endorphins. I think I would be happy to stay like that forever. Well, maybe just a few hours.
I feel a hand on my leg, then realize it’s two—Gail and Danny. When they realize it’s mine, they freeze a moment in anxiety. I reach out a hand, slap Danny’s ass and growl.
“Like you said,” Gail grins. “I'm crazy.”
“We all are,” Theresa says.
Danny, wisely, offers only a smile.
[EPILOGUE] Ends
“WELL?”
“Well, what?”
“You’ve had the last chapters now for a week. You’re gonna keep me waiting?”
“You care what I think?”
“It’s part of my contract that I listen to what you think.”
“I’d have to look it up,” Thane says with a wry smile. “In my experience, most writers listen, but don’t hear.”
“And you’ve been waiting all this time for some sign that I’m hearing?”
“No, you appeared to be hearing fight from the beginning. It just took awhile for you to accept it.”
“So, now you want me to admit that you’ve been right all along? Like one of Barton’s books?”
“I haven’t been right,” he says. “I never told you what to do, or how to fix the problems I perceived. I just pointed them out. If I’d told you what to do about them, I definitely wouldn’t have solved the puzzle for you the way you did on your own.”
“I’m sure you’re disappointed.”
“I’m not,” he says. “I’m not a writer. I’m a reader. We know when something’s wrong, but we rarely have any answers on how to fix what we see. I made suggestions. In your stubbornness you took none of them. Your results speak for themselves.”
“What can I say? Someone tells me not to do something, and I do it harder. And don’t you tell me that I just sounded like Nara.”
“Furthest thing from my mind,” he says, with a smile that says the opposite.
“So...”
He sighs and shakes his head. “I liked it. Loved it. Karen did as well. There’s still a long process ahead, but everyone is quite happy. But I must ask—are you?”
“Am I what? Happy?”
“Yes. Is the question that strange to you?”
“A bit.”
“Happy with the result? Happy with the process? Happy with me as your editor?”
“That’s a lot of happiness you’re demanding.”
“Are you unhappy, then? Is that an easier question?”
“I’m happy. In fact—and this is going to be difficult to say—thank you.”
“For what?”
“Being an asshole.”
He laughs. “You’re welcome. It’s my job.”
“You don’t have to be so smug about it.” I fold my arms. “Much as I hate to admit it, your being an asshole made the book better. I needed someone willing to prod me.”
“You’re not going to accuse me of trying to change you again, are you?”
“No. That was just a good narrative. A story I liked to tell myself to justify my irritation.”
“You don’t need a justification. If you hadn’t been irritated, I doubt it would have worked.”
“Anyway, you know what they say. Kill your darlings. I can ... appreciate what you did.”
“And not take it personally?”
“Still working on that.
”
I frown. Why would I expect him to make this easier for me? “I’m trying to apologize, here.”
“And doing a remarkable job of it considering your mountain-like stubbornness. And it is an apology I accept—even though you have no need to offer it. But now—your second novel is complete. We should celebrate. Come out for a drink with me.”
“I have friends coming over later. Maybe
you
should join
me.
”
“Maybe I was hoping for something more private.”
“This is when I’m supposed to swoon and fall into your arms.”
He raises an eyebrow. “I’m not sure you’re
supposed
to do anything. Though, I wouldn’t necessarily mind...”
“You’re probably used to getting what you want, right?”
“What do you think?”
“That I’d enjoy the opportunity to deny it to you.”
He laughs loud at that and grins widely. “And there’s Nara. I knew you had to have some of that in you somewhere. All I’d been seeing was the self-conscious, shy woman from that first meeting.”
“I wasn’t self-conscious!”
“You looked like you wanted to bolt from the moment you walked in.”
I’m tempted to tell him why—that I had been hot and bothered, not to mention turned on by the thought of Theresa. But that would have been a little too like Nara. Don’t get me wrong—I liked Nara, as a character. And yeah, she might have been like me a bit. But I wasn’t her, no matter what everyone else kept saying.
“I was afraid you’d want to talk about the scene when Nara fucks Peter in the ass with a strap-on.”
“You complain about everyone fixating on that scene, but you love using it to make people uncomfortable,” he says. “It’s not going to work on me.”
“Oh really? I wonder why that is?” I ask with a twist of my lips.
“Well, then,” he says, exiting the door first. He turns over his shoulder and flashes a grin. “You’ll just have to find out. For now, let’s go celebrate with your friends.”
He swings his perfectly tailored jacket over his shoulder, and I can’t resist a shake of my head and a roll of my eyes. But it does draw my eyes down to his ass.
Gail did have that one thing right.