Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
He didn’t think I would do it, and I had surprised him. I smiled and dropped to my knees. I would really surprise him now. I leaned forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue a few times. Then I went to town, feasted on him like someone who hadn’t eaten in weeks. I took him to the back of my throat, again and again, making humming sounds like I had read to do in Cosmopolitan. I gently cupped his balls in the palm of my hand and squeezed lightly.
A moan sounded above me, and then I felt his hands take a grip on my braid, and heard him say, “If you don’t want me coming in your mouth, you better pull back now.”
I wanted it, so I stayed put, taking him down deep, so he was touching the back of my throat. I swallowed working my throat muscles against him and he erupted. He shot hot ropey spurts of come down my throat, and I groaned, vibrating my throat and his cock as well. He growled and pulled a little harder on my braid before releasing me, and placing his elbows on the wall behind me, hanging his head. He seemed to be stuck, so I gently put him back into his pants, zipped carefully so not to catch anything important in his zipper, buttoned his pants, and then stood up. His head was still hanging, so when I stood it made it to where our faces were even. I kissed the corner of his mouth, then ducked under his arms, and headed back to the front door. I looked over my shoulder and smiled when I saw him still in the same position.
Ember was waiting at the door, looking around curiously. I grabbed her hand as we passed and walked to the parking lot. Once at the truck, I unlocked my door and leaned over to unlock Ember’s. We both slammed and locked our doors, knowing that it would be stupid to invite trouble. I hit the lights, started the truck and glanced one more time at the door to see Sam standing in the doorway just watching. I gave a small wave, and headed home.
Parking in the drive, I headed to the front door and unlocked it. I let Ember and myself in and shut and locked the door. Ember shuffled to the couch and collapsed. She crashed on our couch instead of driving home a lot. There was even a blanket and pillow in the oak chest that served as out coffee table. Since this was normal for her; I let her do her thing as I walked to my bedroom.
Closing the door softly behind me I stripped out of my clothes and underwear, and threw on my cotton panties and t-shirt that I found folded nicely in my dresser drawer. Thank you best friend!
I heard scratching at my door so I opened it quietly to let Chewy in then closed it quietly behind him again. I walked to my bed as I heard Chewy collapse in the dirty pile of clothes on the floor that Ember didn't get a chance to pick up yet. Situating my pillows, I slid under the covers, placed the pillows exactly how I liked then, grabbed Mr. Bear and closed my eyes. The second my eyes closed I saw those freaking eyes again. God, what the hell is it with those eyes? The eyes come in at a close second as his favorite body parts. My first favorite is of course his smaller Sam that I felt thick and hard poking into my ass when he held my body to his in the bar parking lot. I drifted off thinking about him.
“Where’d you go off to?” Max asked.
“Bathroom. Ready to go?” I said to him, shrugging on my jacket, and dropping some money on the table to cover the tab.
“Did I see Cheyenne coming from the same direction you just came from?” Max asked warily. “You know that she is James’ little sister right?” he said following in my wake.
I stopped right outside the bar door and watched Cheyenne leave with her friend. She had definitely surprised me tonight, but it was a good surprise. Apparently she wasn’t as immune to me as she came off as being.
∞
Later that night
11:40 p.m.
The ringing of my phone stopped me when I headed into the bathroom for a shower. I turned around and picked it up from the nightstand.
“Hello?” I answered.
“T-this i-is C-Corrine Calloway. I-I n-need some h-help.” A watery voice said to me.
Fuck. I listened while the girl went on about an abusive husband, and that she was just beaten so bad that the paramedics refused to let her stay with her husband. They had taken her to a hospital, and one of the bruises there had a name of a man who would help her if she wanted to get out. That was where I came into the picture. She was about four hours away, and needed help before her husband made bail.
Since I hadn’t fully undressed, I decided to go ahead and take care of her myself. It was going to be a long rest of the week.
Chapter 5
My alarm buzzed at 6:45 in the morning waking me up. It had been a week and three days since I had last seen Sam. Each time I did a part run I would hope that it was an order for Free. But no such luck. I would think about him constantly throughout my day. What he was doing. How he smelled. What his tattoos meant. Then I would berate myself. Why on earth was he so important? He didn't even do anything special. He was just an acquaintance, nothing more. I wasn’t even sure if he’d been serious when he told me to call, if he had wanted me so bad, why didn’t he just call me, or make the first move? I mean what more did it take to show him I was interested? I gave him a blow job for Christ’s sake!