Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
He’s taking some control back. Gripping my hair. Guiding me. Showing me what he wants. Up. Down. Faster. Harder. And I fucking love it.
“Fuck,” he whimpers. “Oh… Shit.”
His hips join the rhythm of his wrist as he moves my head on and off his throbbing dick. A salty burst of pre-cum coats my tongue. Tangy. Delicious. A taste I will my mind to never forget. I swirl it around his tip as he thrusts in and out, fucking my mouth. He’s close, I can feel it. He’s impossibly hard and pulsating against my tongue, his hips driving so fast it’s taking all my effort not to gag as he hits my throat.
And then his thighs start to tremble, ankles weaken, feet slip. I never let go of his hand. His grip is tight, his nails digging into my skin…and he spills into my mouth with a shudder.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Lips locked, I keep the seal intact until I’ve swallowed everything he has, and then release him slowly with a soft, leisurely pop.
“Sh-shit I’m…I’m sorry,” William all but whispers, and I wonder if it’s because he came so quickly, because he drenched my tongue in spunk...or because he regrets it.
I push my fingers further through his, clamping tighter. “I’m not,” is all I can think of to say. Exhausted, jaw aching, I rest my cheek on his clammy thigh. I tell myself I need to rest for a moment, but I think I might be afraid to look at him. Afraid of his reaction.
Of…rejection.
And I have every reason to be, it seems.
William drops my hand, shrugs out from under me and starts pulling his jeans back up. He stands straight away, while I’m still on the floor. “The biscuits…” he says. “Are they in the kitchen?”
I’m speechless. Literally, in every way, speechless. I don’t even look up.
“People will wonder where I am, that’s all.”
“Aye,” is about all I can say. “Tupperware box. On the island.”
I hear him huff. Then sigh. A second later, he’s at my level, squatting in front of me. His hand cups my cheek, encouraging me to meet his gaze. “I…I panicked. I’m sorry.” That ridge appears again, furrowing deep between his eyes. “We’re in your father’s house. My family are close by. People could walk in any minute,” he says. “I’m not running away. Not in the way you think I am, anyway. I…I want to do that again. What we just did?” I watch his eyes close, hear a soft groan leave his lips as if he’s reliving it. “I want that again. I want that again and I want to hold you right after. Hold you while we fall asleep.”
“William, don’t—”
His thumb brushes my lips, silencing me. “And we’ll have that. Soon. Next week, in Edinburgh. Okay?”
Is it okay? Will it be? Can it be? “Do you know what this means?” I ask. “We’re officially having an affair here. There’s no going back now. This is happening.” As I say that I wonder if it’s even what I want. If I’m capable of it.
Can I share him?
If the alternative is losing him…how can I not?
William’s eyes close again while he inhales a long breath. I wonder what he sees in that breath, what cements his decision, because he gives me an answer that almost makes me want to cry again. “I know,” he says, before kissing my forehead. “Now keep your phone close. I’ll text you later.”
And then he takes the biscuits and goes, leaving me alone with the taste of him in my mouth, and a piece of him in my heart.
Chapter Thirteen
Laurence
Over the next two days, William and I find as many plausible excuses as we can to be alone together. William’s been nipping out for milk a lot. I had some ‘car trouble’ on a country lane this morning which required William’s ‘assistance’. Each time, we kiss before we speak, no longer able to resist the urges that have consumed us for too long.
I’ve been down on him again, his moans filling my car while his cum fills my mouth. I wanked him off in the bird hide by the riverbank. Again, behind the grain stores. It doesn’t occur to me to care that the focus has all been on him. I enjoy exploring him. Pleasuring him. Eliciting sounds and quivers from his body. I can’t see a point where I’ll ever grow tired of it, of him. The desire to know my lips have tasted every inch of his skin is almost overwhelming, and I can’t rest until it’s happened, until I’ve touched every part of him and cemented the feeling in my memories.
Now, though, it must end. At least for a couple of days. He’s leaving soon. Packing his car as we speak. And, like a good friend, I’ve just arrived with Josie and Emmett to wave off the Walkers and wish them a safe journey home.