Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
“Damn, Jonas,” she whispers with a slight shake of her head. “Damn.”
My dick taps my belly, and Allie’s lips part.
“You want to taste it?” I ask.
She nods, then blinks up at me with uncertainty clouding her expression. “I don’t really know what I’m doing,” she admits.
“Want me to teach you how to make it good?”
“Yes.” The breathiness of her acceptance is as good as a lick over my balls. I don’t think I’ve ever told a girl exactly what to do to please me. Mostly, they do as much as they can, bearing in mind what they’re working with and generally it feels good, except when teeth get involved. My dick doesn’t like teeth.
“Spit in your hand,” I tell her.
With uncertainty tugging her brows she spits daintily in her palm. “That’s it. Wrap it around the base of my cock.”
I laugh when her eyes widen. “You want my spit on your cock?”
“Yeah, baby.”
She does what I say, concentrating so hard that I have to bite my lip not to laugh. It feels good, not only the sensation but teaching her too. “Now give it a little lick.”
When her tongue laps at the head of my cock it kicks in her hand, and she jumps. “Damn, Jonas. This thing has a life of its own.”
“That looked so fucking good,” I almost growl. “Do it again, but this time, swirl your tongue all the way around and then take my big dick into your mouth.”
When she listens perfectly and wraps her pretty pink lips around my dick, I groan. Damn, it feels so good, and the eye contact she gives me as she bobs up and down, sucking just enough to make my toes curl, is exquisite.
“That’s it,” I groan. “That’s perfect. Give your hand a little twist…like that…oh yeah…just like that.”
I gather her hair into my hand, twisting it around my fist, giving her gentle encouragement, and she moans as I ease her deeper, pulling back before I trigger her gag reflex. Her lips pop from my dick and she licks them, staring up at me. “You give awesome head, Allie,” I tell her. “You don’t need any lessons from me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, baby. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
And she does. She does until my hand in her hair is trembling with restraint and my knuckles are nothing but white bone against the edge of the hot tub. I’m about to tell her we should stop and switch places when footsteps sound on the tiles and a woman’s voice makes a gasping sound.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.”
Allie pulls back, letting my cock pop from her mouth. We both swivel to find a woman in her twenties dressed in business attire standing on the pathway from the pool area. Jimmy’s behind, waving his hands. “I’m sorry, guys. I thought you were still doing the interview.”
“Grace,” Allie gasps, ducking under the water and hugging her arms around her breasts. “Can you give me a minute?”
Grace, whose eyes have bugged out and now has both hands over her face, nods and turns toward Jimmy, who begins to guide her away.
He’s laughing silently now and if I had something handy, I’d be tempted to toss it at his head. I have no idea who Grace is, but I’m assuming from Allie’s response that she’s a colleague of some sort.
As Grace scuttles away, Allie buries her face in her hands.
“I’d tell you she didn’t see anything but…”
My comment is met with a long groan. “I’m finished,” she says eventually. “Grace will tell Kirsty what she saw, and my career is over.”
I slide back into the warm water and rest my hands on Allie’s shoulders. Our eyes meet and I bend my head to plant a soft, reassuring kiss on her lips. “If she does, it’s your word against hers, and believe me, none of us are saying anything that’s going to get you into trouble.”
She exhales a long breath. “I hope you’re right.”
“I’m right,” I say. “Now, as much as I’d love to keep this thing going, maybe you should get dressed and go find out what she wants.”
“I don’t know how I’m going to face her.”
“Just paint a smile on your face and act like nothing happened.”
“You haven’t met Grace.” Allie rises from the water, turning to reach for her robe. Without towels, she’s forced to tug it onto her wet body.
“It’ll all be okay. I’ll wait here, though. I don’t want to add fuel to any fire by inserting my sexy self into the discussion.”
“You already inserted your sexy self into the discussion.” She looks pertinently at my dick.
“Good point, princess. Good point.”
I watch as she hurries away from the hot tub to face the music, feeling terrible that my lessons and enjoyment have brought her trouble.
This could be the end of the arrangement we have, but I’m hoping it won’t be.