Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Fuck me, I’m close,” he warned before going back to work.
Yes.
She wanted it. Wanted the taste of his cum on her tongue. Wanted that feeling of triumphant power to join her pleasure. She doubled down, licking his slit before sucking hard again. He shouted a string of foul curses, then went stiff beneath her. His cock twitched seconds before he erupted in her mouth. Brenna worked to swallow every drop, a feat made difficult by his ability to keep tonguing her clit through his orgasm.
The knowledge that she’d reduced him to a twitching mess went straight to her head, creating a high she’d chase forever. Once more, he massaged her ass as he sucked her clit, and she flew to the stars.
Tremors wracked her, making her arms give out. She face-planted into his thighs as her vision blanked, and nothing but intense pleasure registered in her mind. It seemed to go on for hours until she finally collapsed on top of him as though he were a five-star hotel mattress and she’d spent an entire night drinking.
As she floated down from the epic high, Lock said something completely muffled by her pelvis on his face. It took a monumental amount of effort, but Brenna pushed herself up and off him, flopping to the floor like a lazy seal sunning itself on a rock.
Chuckling, Lock shuffled around until he lay beside her on the carpet. She didn’t bother to open her eyes when she felt his shoulder press against hers.
“Shit, that was unreal. You alive?”
A smile overtook her face. “I hope so. I’ll be super bummed if I kicked it and don’t get the chance to do that again.”
“Sixty-nine for the win.” He held up a fist, which had her laughing as she tapped her knuckles against his.
Giddiness ran through her. It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in years. Maybe since being a teen and having the boy she’d crushed on for two years glance her way a time or two.
Earth-shattering orgasms, playfulness, and laughter all from the same man. God, Lock was perfect for—
Nope. Not going there.
His mouth might be perfect. His tongue, hands, and lips certainly were. And the orgasm that had ripped through her with the force of a furious hurricane had been perfect. Laughing with him was fun as hell. Lock was the perfect fuck buddy. Nothing more, nothing less.
And if you believe that lie, I have a stretch of Gulf Beach to sell you.
After a few moments of laying side by side on the carpet, a blanket of awkwardness settled over them, or at least her. Did he feel it? Hell, maybe he hooked up like this all the time. Perhaps she was the next in a long line of fuck buddies, and she was the only one who didn’t know how to act or what to say next.
Should she talk? Get up? Search for her shorts?
Probably. Knowing her luck, Brooke or Liv would appear at any moment.
With a heavy sigh, she sat up and scanned the room for her shorts. A quick peek at Lock revealed a sated man sprawled with one hand resting on his stomach, the other resting on his forehead. His softened cock lay against his open jeans, shiny from her mouth. He looked like the picture of post-sex relaxation.
Brenna rolled her shoulders. Okay, she could do this. She could be chill and handle this like an adult accustomed to a healthy and varied sex life.
After locating her shorts and panties behind her, she stood to retrieve them. As she slipped the scrap of fabric up her thighs, the weight of Lock’s gaze landed on her. Who knew why or how she felt it, but she did. She turned, finding him propped on his elbows with his appreciative stare, watching her every move.
His phone chirped, breaking the spell. “Goddammit,” he muttered, pulling the device from his back pocket.
That couldn’t have been comfortable to lie on. Not that he’d seemed to notice while she’d been blowing him.
A frown marred his handsome face.
“What’s wrong?” Brenna asked. She pulled her shorts over her bottom and then fastened the closure.
“Just a job I’ll have to pass on.” He scratched his jaw. “Sucks because it’d be a lucrative one, but I’m supposed to meet Alison at the park to pick up Caleb in a half hour.”
“I can get him.” The words were out of her mouth before her brain had any say in the matter.
What are you doing? Fuck buddies don’t offer to watch each other’s children.
Or did they?
Maybe that was part of the buddy portion of the phrase.
He arched an eyebrow. “Really?”
She shrugged, hoping to impart a nonchalance she didn’t feel. “Yeah, sure. It’s no big deal. I’m done here anyway…” she wasn’t, “… and I’m happy to do it. If you’re comfortable with me watching him, of course,” she added. Did he worry she’d be a horrendous caregiver?