Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
“What do you want from me?” Even though I’m still on the edge of the woods, I say it loud enough for him to hear.
He doesn’t answer me. Just turns and stares out over the lake.
Well, I’m not leaving. So.
I push a branch heavy with leaves out of my way and step out of the woods. The beach has a little bit of sand, but it’s mostly pebbles with groups of larger rocks. There is a lot of debris on the shore too. Driftwood and waterlogged branches.
Still, it’s nice. And I like the gentle lapping sound of the waves. There is no tide here, of course. But the wind moves the water around. And there are boats going by, which also disturbs the surface.
He doesn’t turn to look at me. Doesn’t give me any more indication that I should walk up next to him. But I do anyway.
We stand shoulder to shoulder for a moment, my hair blowing across my face, the air heavy with the smell of lake water.
Then, gently, his fingertips find my hand.
He holds it for a moment. Giving me a little squeeze. Which makes me hold my breath in anticipation. Then he moves it, places it right where he wants it. And then his thick, hard cock is in my palm.
So we’re doing this again.
I don’t make any move at all. So he encourages me, moving my hand across his erection, using me to rub himself.
Suddenly I am unsure if I should be afraid of him or turned on.
When I look up and find him staring at me, I make a decision.
Turned on.
He shifts his body, lets go of my hand, then reaches for my face. And by the time his lips are on mine, I’m waiting for it. I’m expecting this kiss.
And he does not disappoint.
His mouth opens and then he is kissing me the same way he did that first time. Like I am his long-lost lover. Like I am the only woman in the world.
I kiss him back, but I also reach into his shorts and fist his cock. Squeezing it tightly. Tight enough to make him moan into my mouth. He turns all the way towards me. Presses his hips up to me. And I have a small fantasy of how he will fuck me.
But he doesn’t try. His hands are on my face. His mouth on my mouth. His eyes closed when I peek. And we just do this for some indeterminate amount of time. We kiss, and kiss, and kiss. And I jerk on him. I squeeze him. I pump my hand up and down his shaft until he pulls away from me, hissing. Gritting his teeth, almost. And then he comes in my hand.
I don’t know what I feel when this happens. It’s more than nothing, though. I’m horny. Like horny as fuck. And I want his hand to slip between my legs and get me off the same way I did him.
But I know he’s not going to. And even though I’m dying for a release, I don’t mind that he’s not going to.
This feels like a game.
Like we’re playing something.
Like there will be winners and losers eventually. But right now, we’re both winners.
It doesn’t make any sense.
He tucks his dick away, takes my hand—which is sticky from his come—and leads me back through the woods. When we get to the sidewalk around the Square he simply lets go of me and keeps walking.
I watch his bare back for a moment, studying the muscles as he eases into a lope, then a jog. I watch until he disappears behind a building.
And then I look down and find that my coffee cup is still in my hand.
I laugh out loud. Not a big laugh, but a laugh.
Because that is fucking ridiculous. I just jerked a man off while holding a coffee.
I let out a breath and a sigh comes with it. Then I sip my coffee, find it still slightly warm, and head back to the lab.
Mercer shows up around dinnertime. He comes into my lab like he wasn’t gone all day. Just sits down on a rolling stool a few feet away, then pushes over to me. “Did I miss anything?”
He didn’t. I barely made any progress today because I replayed my tryst with the guy over and over in my head. I was so horny when I got back here, I almost got myself off at my desk. But then I looked around, wondering if Mercer had cameras in here, decided he probably did, and calmed down.
I’m not going to get myself off. I’m going to wait. I’m going to make my guy do it. It’s part of the game, I think. And I want to win it.
Mercer doesn’t go to the mainland again, but I start to make a habit of leaving the lab every afternoon for a walk. I tell him that I need air. Exercise. Time alone.