Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 130221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“Is this mine?” he asks.
I feel myself float back to Earth and focus in on him pinching the T-shirt I’m wearing between his fingers.
I smirk. “Friends can do that, right?”
Share clothes?
But he gives me a mini-scowl. “It’s dirty.”
I shrug. “It smelled good.”
He chuckles and sits up, gazing down at me. “Take it off.”
Bubbles pop under my skin. His bedroom light is still on. He’ll be able to see me like that first night on the couch, and his eyes burned everywhere they touched.
I sit up, drop my eyes, and pull his shirt over my head. Cool air hits my chest, and I set the garment aside. I lie back down, feeling him watch me.
But when I meet his eyes, he’s not staring into mine. His gaze lingers on my blue underwear, which thankfully aren’t trimmed in lace or some shit. I’d have to thank Dylan someday.
“Take those off too,” he says.
The flesh of my nipples pebble, and he sees it, his mouth twitching with a smile.
Slowly, I slide my hands inside and push the panties down, watching him watch me the whole time. I can barely breathe, seeing his body go rigid when I’m all naked and lying on his blanket.
He sits there, and he doesn’t leave, but he doesn’t come back in either. I know he’s worried about what will happen. How his head will never let him have what he thinks he wants.
“Turn on your phone,” I tell him.
He looks at me, puzzled.
“Don’t record, but watch me through the camera,” I instruct. “Like you’re watching something you can’t touch.”
The detachment makes him feel safe. Maybe he’ll be less nervous if he can pretend that I’m not really here. That he’s not really here…
“Aro…”
“It’s okay, Hawke,” I whisper. “Let’s just see if you like it.”
He takes his phone out of his pocket, and I can tell by the pinch between his brows that he’s not sure this is right.
But he raises his phone, pointing it at me, and I start. I slide my hands down between my legs, my breasts plumping out and sitting high on my chest, and he stares at me on his phone, his breathing already getting shallow.
I rub myself, my finger over my clit again and again, bending up my knees and spreading my legs just a little.
The camera moves up, and I lick my lips, biting them to hold back the smile, but it comes out anyway. My skin warms with embarrassment, but I kind of like it. I like him watching me.
I slip my left hand down farther, thrusting my middle finger inside, and before I know it, I’m lost in this.
And so is he. He doesn’t blink, a fire lighting behind his eyes as he watches every move, slowly moving the phone up and down my body, taking in every inch.
I close my eyes, pushing against the bed, again and again as I fuck with my left and rub with my right, performing for him.
My tits bounce back and forth, and I moan. “Hawke,” I breathe out. “Record it. Do it.”
I don’t care. I want him to have this of me for as long as he wants. I want to know that when he fantasizes, it’s to me.
I arch my back, pretending he’s on top of me. “Hawke.” I rub myself hard, adding another finger and moving it so fast, about to come. “Hawke…”
He doesn’t answer though. I open my eyes, seeing him still holding the phone, but he’s not looking through it anymore. His eyes are downcast as he watches my fingers, need written all over his face and in the glow of sweat on his neck. The camera’s forgotten. He’s just watching.
Did I go too fast? Does he not like it?
I stop, pulling my hands away, and sit up, grabbing his face. “Hawke.”
But he just drops his phone, zones in on me, and takes the backs of my legs, yanking me down until I’m on my back again.
I gasp, but then he’s there. His mouth between my thighs, licking so slowly.
I throw my head back and grab hold of his, holding him to me. “Oh, God.”
Taking my nub softly between his teeth, he sucks it hard and then flicks it with his tongue. He strokes his tongue all over, reaching up and squeezing my breasts in both of his hands as he eats me.
He moves his mouth up and down, getting quicker but steady, and I feel it building.
“Hawke, just like that,” I cry.
He sucks, licks, sucks and licks, and I move with it, fucking him back, again and again, until…
I go still, the orgasm exploding and spreading through me, up into my belly and down my thighs. I cry out, shuddering as he sucks me all the way through it.
I gasp and fall back to the bed, shaking and all my warmth sinking between my thighs.