Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
“There we go,” he breathes out, but I can’t tell if he’s talking about the art or me. He’s locked-in on the ink and paper.
My vision is blurry, and I snap my eyes shut as I tumble farther off the cliff. That climax is a full-body release, and I quake under the soft extra strokes Donnelly gives me.
When I open my eyes, he’s still sketching. Not even watching me.
Why is that so fucking hot?
“Want me to keep them in you?” he asks, referring to his fingers.
“No,” I say, worried I might full-on ride them if he does. “You can have them back.”
Gently, he slips them out, and I put my hand to my forehead in a salute.
He grins. “You saluting my fingers?
“Yes.”
He looks at me like I’m all the stars in his sky, and it leaves me breathless for a moment. Then I shift my thighs a little and tense up. He frowns, “You alright?”
“Just…wet,” I say. “Like really wet. It’s kind of…a lot.”
“I’ll eat you out in a second. I’m almost done with this.” He casually returns to the sketch, and it’s hard not to notice the erection against his sweatpants.
“I can blow you.”
“Nah,” he says. “You’re supposed to be brainstorming. You can’t do that with my cock in your mouth. Here—” He hands me the sketchbook. “Just give me a sec.” He pushes himself off the bed, and before I know it, he’s out the door.
Orion woofs in his sleep. Yes, we’ve been doing naughty things beside my dog, but he’s more like a fluffy mound of fur when he’s snoozing. Hardly aware.
I try not to freak out about Donnelly’s sudden disappearance, and I glance at the sketch. Wow…my lips part in disbelief. He drew me. The me right now. Here. On this bed. The long lines of my legs, my perked nipples, the Kansas tee bunched up at my collar, the galaxy tattoo on my thigh.
My O-face.
I look undeniably sexy. Sultry. Like a woman he imagines fucking. Or making love to.
My heart swells.
Donnelly is back in a jiffy. He has a red Wawa plastic cup and takes a swig. He comes closer, and I see it’s just water.
He’s hydrating.
A smart bean.
He offers me the cup, and I take a sip before passing it back. Setting it on the nightstand, he says, “Give me your best Fizzle ideas.” He climbs back on the bed. This time, he’s between my legs, and his eyes meet mine. As if to remind me about Fizzle.
“More bubbles,” I say in a raspy breath, and that same breath catches as he kisses my pussy. And not a peck. It’s a masterful, deep kiss. I shudder and moan, fisting the sheets on either side of me. He’s licking and sucking me into oblivion. I’m not sure how this is supposed to make me less wet—but I’m not complaining.
He looks up at me. “So more bubbles?”
“More bubbles,” I nod, being carried into another orgasm. “More bubbly. More bubbly bubbles. Fizzing fizz.”
Donnelly eases back to say, “I like where this is going.”
“Fizzing and jizzing,” I say. Okay, I might actually be high now.
Donnelly laughs against my pussy. “Grandfather Calloway woulda loved that one.”
“Hopefully he can’t hear me from his grave…or see me. You don’t think that saying his name is like calling upon his ghost, do you?”
“He’s not Beetlejuice,” Donnelly says, his voice muffled against me. Thoughts float away as he devours me. And my thighs tremble beside his face. Fuckfuck. I crave his cock, and this, this is torture. The best, best kind. After a beat, I hear him say, “Luna, keep going.”
No, I can’t. He is eating me out like I’m his first and last meal, and I’m already so sensitive and swollen. “DonnellyDonnelly.” I come, crying into my bicep.
He reaches up and pulls my arm away. Then rises to kiss me on the lips. I taste myself, and it’s a sweet taste. And all I can think is, I love him. I really, really love him.
His elbow is beside my head. On my comedown, I whisper, “Maybe we should do a séance.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh. Get the Ghost of Grandfather Calloway’s advice. I’m sure Kinney would love that—though I don’t think she wants Xander or me to be CEO. She said it should be Charlie.” I think everyone thinks it should be Charlie.
I squirm my thighs a little.
Donnelly clutches my bunched-up tee. “Is this a special shirt?”
“Not really.”
“Can I take it?”
I frown. “Is this for brainstorming?”
“It’s for your pussy.”
I smile. “Yeah, take it.”
He pulls off my baggy tee, and I help yank the fabric off my arms. I’m completely naked now. He presses the fabric against my pussy for a minute, wiping me up, and then throws the shirt to the ground. “Better?”
Oddly. Yes.
I’m still wet. But it’s not as uncomfortable.
I nod, and he returns to his spot next to me, leaning against the headboard. “Pop goes the fizz,” I tell him in a giggle. My head feels light like it’s made of cotton candy.