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)
My phone was in my pants’ pocket, but when it vibrated with an incoming text message, I ignored it. Whatever it was, it could wait. I had more important things to focus on right now.
I dropped to my knees and buried my mouth in her sweet pussy.
Sydney’s hand fisted the hair at the top of my head, and she bucked when I pushed two fingers in her. “Fuck.”
Had I done too much, too soon?
No. I’d caught her off-guard, but a deep moan seeped from her lips, and she squirmed with pleasure, so she clearly liked it. The hand in my hair tightened, twisting and pulling the strands, but I didn’t mind. It was kind of hot.
Her body was an inferno, threatening to burn up my fingers as I fucked her with them. I used the tip of my tongue to caress her clit in short, rapid strokes, and the faster I went, the harder she panted.
The more her legs shook.
I turned my palm up to the ceiling and curled my fingers, searching for that same spot I’d found last time. She’d come so hard, I’d thought my fingers were going to break off inside her. It was a challenge to do while I was also going down on her, though. My chin was in the way, and I had to tilt my head to open up more room.
The cadence of her breathing changed abruptly. It went shallow and urgent.
Fuck, yeah.
She was getting close. I kept up my steady tempo with my fingers, driving at the exact place I’d been when her breathing shifted dramatically.
“Preston?” a distant voice called.
Sydney and I turned into statues. It sounded like whoever it was, they were making their way down the basement steps.
“You down here?” the voice asked, and this time it was loud enough for both of us to recognize it.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I reeled around, surveying my options. Colin would be at my bedroom door any second.
Sydney was so stunned, it was hard to get her to move, and since we had to hurry, I wasn’t exactly gentle as I hauled her up off the bed and dragged her toward my closet. She stumbled inside the dark space, naked and breathless, and nearly tripped when she turned to look at me.
The sound of Colin knocking on my door meant I had to ignore her frozen expression of shock. I darted across the room, collecting her clothes that were scattered across the floor.
“Just a second,” I replied in a rush as I hurled the clothes into the closet. She tried to catch them, but some hit her and fell to the floor. I filled my eyes with regret and a wordless apology as I gave her a final look before shutting the door and trapping her in.
I scooped up my t-shirt and yanked it on as I went to the door and pulled it open.
“Hey, man.” I forced casualness into my voice. “What are you doing here?”
He looked puzzled. “Didn’t you get my text? I just finished over at Scott and Nina’s, and thought since I’m already here, we could play some Call of Duty.”
Scott and Nina owned the production company that sold Colin and Madison’s content, and they lived just up the street. Scott was a famous porn star, and it had blown my mind to find out he lived in the same subdivision I did.
It wasn’t unheard of for Colin to drop by. He had lived here in the house once and was basically family, so he knew the keypad code to the garage, and could come and go as he pleased. But usually, he gave me a heads-up.
He did, but you were too busy going down on his sister.
Colin studied me critically as I stood in the doorway, blocking him from coming in. He noticed I was out of breath and sweaty, and he tried to peer around me and get a look at my room.
“What were you doing?”
“Nothing.” My answer came too quickly, in a voice that was too tight, and this very much announced I had been doing something.
Abruptly, he grinned. “Oh, I get it. You were—what did you call it? ‘Focusing on yourself.’ Sorry for interrupting your jerk-off session.”
I had no response. I didn’t care if he thought I was beating off alone in my room. At least it kept his suspicion at bay. I straightened, dropping my hand from the door. It wasn’t an invitation, but he took it that way, and Colin strolled into the room.
My gaze darted to the closed closet door, and back to him. “Is Madison with you?”
“No, she stayed behind to do a girls-only thing. Nina said she’d drive her home after it’s done.”
He dropped onto the couch, making himself comfortable, and my blood pressure climbed. All that separated him from Sydney, who was probably still buck naked, was my thin closet door. If she made the smallest sound, he’d hear.