Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Fuck does that feel good.
I send a quick text to Beck that I’m upstairs napping, a joke about being an old man, and to come grab me when he’s ready to bounce, and then I shut off the lights and slip under the sheet. Yeah, it’s lame as fuck to nap during a party, but it’s a school night anyways. And screw it, maybe I am an old man at twenty-seven.
Justin’s right. Even with the party and the music downstairs, it’s only a dull murmur up here. In the pitch-black room, my eyes close, and I can feel myself just starting to sink into sleep when there’s a sound. I blink, and in the darkness, I realize it’s the door opening. I start to open my mouth to tell whoever it is to fuck off, when I hear the soft feminine whisper.
“Okay, don’t you dare say a fucking thing. But you win, okay?”
I frown. “Huh?” I grumble.
The door closes, and the shape of the girl moves towards me in the darkness. I start to sit up, but when I see the movement of her pulling her shirt off and then dropping her skirt to the ground, I pause.
Oh, shit.
Okay, on the one hand, I’m not interested in Ellen. At all. And I’m not even looking for something casual like this. But fuck me if my cock doesn’t think differently.
“Hang on—”
“Uh-uh.”
It’s so fucking dark in here I can barely see her, but I sure can feel it when she pulls back the covers and slips under next to me. I groan at the feeling of soft, supple feminine skin against my hardened muscles, and my cock throbs harder and harder, until it’s tenting the front of my boxers obscenely and pushing up the sheet.
“Wait,” I mutter—my one last attempt at dissuading this situation from happening. “Hang on one—”
“Shhh,” she husks into my ear, making me groan at the feel of soft, pouty lips grazing my lobe. “Everyone thinks we already have anyways, right?”
Her voice is huskier than it was downstairs—sultrier and with this new edge to it that gets the cum boiling in my balls. And fuck am I hard. Her hand slides over my hard chest, and when she presses her body to my side and I feel those soft, full tits press against me, my resolve begins to crumble. I’m just a man, after all, and with the floral scent of her shampoo, and the soft inviting curves of her body sliding against me, I know I’m lost.
Her hand slides over my chest, fingers teasing down to my abs as I groan. Her lips tease against my neck and my ear again.
“Don’t you want me?”
Yes.
“Fuck yes.”
I growl as my hands slide over her, hungrily grabbing her and pulling her tight to me. She moans as I crush my lips to hers, and fuck is her tongue so damn soft and her lips so damn pillowy that I never want to stop kissing her. I roll us, pushing her back against the bedsheets as my mouth teases down her jawline, making her whimper as she undulates against me.
“Go… go slow?”
I can go slow. I can take my godamn time. Because you better believe I am the furthest from tired I could possibly be right now. And suddenly, the months—close to a year actually—without the touch of a woman has me ready to explode. And she’s about to get everything I’ve been building up and holding back.
My mouth trails lower, down over her neck, and over the soft, full sloping swells of her tits. My lips wrap around one hard little nipple, and she cries out as my tongue swirls over the little nub. My hands skim lower over her ribs, down to her hips, and when my fingers slip into the lacy edges of her flimsy little thong, my cock lurches at the sound of her moans.
“Everyone already thinks we did, huh?” I growl softly,
She whimpers, nodding as her body arches up from the bed against my mouth.
“Yeah,” she moans quietly, panting as she shivers. “Just… go, um…”
“Darlin’,” I growl, sliding back up to suck her earlobe between my lips.
“I’m going to take my fucking time with you.”
4
Kempton
The world explodes around me—heat and fire and light engulf me as he pins me to the bed and slides his mouth down the curve of my neck. I can feel my pulse racing, my skin tingling with adrenaline, and my breath coming in gasps. And then there’s the slick heat and the raw desire soaking my panties and making them cling to my eager pussy.
I’m nervous. I’m a little scared. But above all else, I am so ready for this. Achingly so.
His big, powerful hands skim over me, making me whimper as his teeth drag over the hollow of my neck. I gasp, my own hands sliding up over his rippling forearms and biceps, feeling the muscles coil and bunch under my touch as he growls into my skin. He seems bigger, more dominant—growlier than I imagined he’d be. But somehow that’s making this even hotter. I knew Beckett would know how to take charge, but the way he’s touching me, and pinning me to the bed, and making me squirm with desire as he groans like an animal into my skin has me on fire.