Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Shit, I wanted to be a good guy.
But a good guy wouldn’t do this to his best friend, would he? He’d stop kissing his friend’s sister, tell her he wasn’t interested in taking her virginity, and then drive her wherever she wanted to go. A good guy wouldn’t be wondering if there was a minimum number of ‘lessons’ he could give her that wouldn’t be that bad.
How many times could I fuck Sydney that Colin would tolerate if he found out? Was there a chance that number was greater than zero?
Fucking doubtful. So, of course, I shifted to find ways to justify it. If I didn’t help her, she’d find someone else who would, and . . . shit, I didn’t want that. That guy could be an asshole who wouldn’t know how to do it right. He wouldn’t have the kind of connection to her that I did. That meant there was no way he’d treat her as good as I would.
It was a warped, fucked-up way of looking at it, but maybe I could be a good guy after all. I’d be saving her from the experience of a terrible first time.
I abruptly broke off the kiss. “How many lessons?”
“What?” Her eyes were hazy, and her full lips were damp, and if I focused on them too long, I began to imagine what they’d look like wrapped around my dick.
“How many lessons do you want?”
“Uh . . .” She looked at me like I’d just demanded she do complex math. “Are you asking me how many lessons it’ll take for you to teach me how to be bad?” Her eyebrows tugged together as she considered it. “Wouldn’t you know better than me?”
Fuck, she had a point. “Two?”
“Two?” She didn’t like my lowball offer. “No, I think it’s got to be at least ten.”
“You want me to fuck you ten times?”
She inhaled sharply and her eyes widened. “I thought . . .”
My question had flustered the virgin, and she looked so innocent and sexy, I groaned inside my head. It shouldn’t turn me on, but it really fucking did.
She swallowed hard enough I heard the click of her throat, and then she lifted her chin to try to look unaffected. “I didn’t know we were talking about sex. I thought the lessons would, like, be about other things too.”
“Other things,” I repeated. I both wanted her to clarify, and to see how much I could make her blush.
“I don’t know.” But she did. “Like, fooling around.”
I reached over and set my palm on the bare skin of her thigh, just above her knee, and a smile curled on my lips when her gaze dropped to it. Her skin was warm and smooth. While I liked the feel of this simple touch, I loved the way her breathing went uneven.
“Like, hand jobs?” I began to slide my hand up her thigh at a painstakingly slow pace while her attention was glued to it. “Like, me finger fucking you?”
She flinched, and a sound of panicked excitement escaped her, but she pressed her lips together to try to contain it. I tilted my head and leaned in to set my mouth against the pulse point in her neck.
“Like, me going down on you?” I goaded in a low voice. “You sucking my cock?”
My fingers inched beneath one of the legs of her shorts. The air conditioning was blowing in the car, but I was sweating, and my shirt clung uncomfortably to my back.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Things like that.”
Her voice was tight, choked with desire, but it was also tinged with something else. Shame? I didn’t like that idea. I was sure her parents had done a number on her and convinced her sex was bad. I was excited to show her how wrong they were.
I sucked on her neck, and when she shivered, it caused my dick to flex against the zipper of my pants. I was already half-hard and desperate to have the obstruction between us gone.
“Let’s get in the back seat,” I said, brushing my lips over her skin, “and I’ll give you your first lesson.”
All the air seemed to leave her body in a long sweep. It sounded like relief, but when I drew back, her expression was nervous, and she didn’t reach for the door handle. In fact, she didn’t move at all. Something was making her hesitate, and it took me a second to figure it out.
I gave her a reassuring smile. “You don’t want to lose your virginity in the back seat of my car, but don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on asking for that.”
She blinked her eyes, took a deep breath as if building up courage, and reached for the door handle.
I left the car running, turned up the fans on the air conditioning, and slid my seat as far forward as it would go, but still beat her into the back seat. It meant I got to watch her climb in, shut the door behind her, and then look lost on what to do next.