Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
He points to the cucumber, which is literally coated in my orgasm. It’s dripping down his hand and onto the floor at our feet. “Why don’t you take care of that while I have my snack?” He nibbles the end. “Best cucumber I’ve ever eaten. Hands fucking down.” He follows that with another enormous bite.
I can’t help it. I burst out laughing and slap a hand over my mouth. “Is there something wrong with us?”
“Dunno, but if there is, I don’t want to fix it.” He points to his crotch. “My hands are full. Do me a favor and get my cock out.”
I set the condom beside me on the counter and work the buckle free on his belt, pop the button on his jeans, and drag the zipper down. I slide my hand into his boxers and wrap my fingers around his thick length, freeing him from the fabric.
He takes another bite of the cucumber and then holds it alongside his erection. He’s significantly girthier, but now that he’s eaten part of it—I don’t know that I’ll ever get over this—it’s closer to his length. “I wonder if they’d both fit,” he muses.
“What?” Shock makes my voice pitchy.
His gaze lifts, along with one corner of his mouth. “Nothing. Just thinking aloud.” He tosses the cucumber on the counter and nabs the condom.
“About trying to get your cock and a cucumber inside me at the same freaking time?” At least I sound more incredulous than I do curious.
He tears the foil packet and rolls the condom down his length, then runs his hands up my thighs as he steps between them. He pulls me to the edge of the counter, and I reach between us to guide him to my entrance. His eyes stay on mine as he fills me.
He exhales a cucumber-and-vagina-scented breath. “All damn day, Bea.”
“You thought about fucking me with a cucumber?” I lace my fingers behind his neck.
“I’ll probably use that as jerk-off fodder during away games.” His fingers curl around my hip. The other hand gently wraps my throat. “This is my favorite part of the day.” He leans in and brushes his nose against mine. It’s the tenderness I’ve come to relish before things get intense. “I’m going to fuck you good and hard now, okay, little Bea?”
I hook my legs behind his back. “Yes, please.”
“I’m sleeping with Tristan and Flip doesn’t know,” I blurt.
“I knew it! I fucking knew it!” Hemi shouts.
I point to the closed door. “Shh... What about your roommate?”
She waves away my worry. “She’s a gamer. Half the time she’s got that whole headgear thing on so it’s an immersive experience. She can’t hear anything we’re saying.”
“Oh.” I hadn’t realized Hemi had a roommate until she magically appeared in the kitchen to make instant noodles, said hi, and disappeared down the hall.
“The tension between you two is delicious. I should have put money on this.” Hemi sighs.
“Who would you have made the bet with?” I cross my arms. That Hemi figured this out is a bit worrisome. How transparent are we?
Hammer raises her hand. “I had a feeling when we went to the exhibition game.”
“Shit. You both knew?”
“Suspected,” Hemi clarifies.
“Strongly suspected,” Hammer amends.
“Isn’t Tristan your brother’s roommate?” Tally asks, eyes wide.
She knows a lot about the team and the players.
“And his best friend,” Hammer says. “This is so fantastically scandalous.”
“How long has it been going on?” Hemi fills my wineglass. For the second time.
“A few weeks, maybe.” I wring my hands. “This has to stay between us. Flip can’t find out. And as soon as I get my own place, it stops.” It has to. I can’t have Tristan coming to my apartment to bang me. My sore vagina clenches at the thought. She’s such a whore for his cock. But my serial-monogamist heart has ideas, and fuckboys don’t make for boyfriends who love you back and dream of forever.
“Are you, like, secretly dating?” Tally looks excited.
“What? No. I don’t even like him. Mostly. He’s a giant asshole. It’s just sex. A lot of sex.” Saying that I’m sleeping with my brother’s best friend, who I mostly hate, is probably inaccurate. But I’m censoring for Tally. I ran away tonight when Tristan went to the store because we’ve had sex at least once a day since the shower incident. Sometimes it’s fast and dirty, sometimes it’s hard and long. Often it’s the latter. In the past week, I’ve had only one twenty-four-hour break, and that was when they had an exhibition game in Detroit.
Tristan fucked me into next week before he left, and then again when he came back the following evening. So yeah. My poor vagina needs a break.
Besides, Flip was home when I left tonight. So any sex would take place after he was either asleep or out. And honestly, being woken up at three a.m. for be-a-good-girl-and-stay-quiet sex is a goddamn challenge.