Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I licked my parched lips as I curled my fingers around his shaft, stroking him slowly. My knees dug into the commercial-grade hotel carpet, but I was too strung out to suggest moving somewhere more comfortable. The head of his cock disappearing behind his foreskin was mesmerizing.
I squeezed him on the up-stroke experimentally, watching a bead of precum gather on his slit. I swiped it with my thumb, meeting his gaze as I sucked the digit like a lollipop. Alistair hissed somewhere above me and let out a guttural, greedy sound I felt deep in my chest. It spurred me into action.
Real action.
I jacked him a couple of times and leaned forward to lick the underside of his cock, just once. I fondled his balls and did it again, opening my mouth to circle his crown with the tip of my tongue. And then…I swallowed him whole.
Alistair groaned aloud, grabbing a fistful of my hair as if to keep me in place. He didn’t have to worry about me going anywhere. I was in heaven. I sucked with gusto, hollowing out my cheeks and drawing away with a pop before opening wider and taking even more of his thick dick.
I gagged more than once—a testament to his size and my lack of recent practice. I squeezed his ass and raked my nails along his thighs, loving his endless stream of British swear words. Bloody fuck, bloody fucking hell, so bloody good…
My eyes watered as I pulled off his dick. I chuckled softly, gliding my hand up and down his pole. “I love the way you talk. You sound so sexy and so—”
“Christ, I’m going to come,” he warned.
And he did. On my chin, my right cheek, and the corner of my mouth. Holy fuck, that was hot.
Heavy breathing filled the otherwise silent room as I sat on my heels, blinking wildly in a state of blissed-out horny shock.
“Wow,” I purred, licking my bottom lip.
“You’ve got…on your… Stay. I’ll be back in a jiff.” Alistair returned with a wet cloth, wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and a hesitant smile. “Are you all right?”
I stood, tidying up and straightening my clothes. “My cock hurts from zipper strangulation but otherwise, yes.”
“Open your trousers,” he commanded.
“I…”
“Do it.”
His authoritative tone sent a new wave of shivers along my spine. I obeyed with trembling fingers, too far gone to second-guess my decision-making skills.
I leaned against the nearest wall, shoving my trousers and boxer briefs over my ass. My cock sprang free and yes, I might have whimpered in relief as I gripped myself. I was so close. My whole body was taut and tingly with impending release. I squeezed my eyes shut and jacked my aching dick.
Alistair moved into my space, licked his palm, then curled his fingers around mine, and stroked—once, twice…
“Ungh!”
“That’s it. I’ve got you,” he murmured softly. “Come for me.”
I shot off like a cannon, roaring as I dug my nails into his arm. I went limp and instead of collapsing against the wall to put a little space between us and the bad idea I’d unleashed, I threw myself at the professor, fusing our mouths hungrily.
And somehow, it was better than our first kiss. It was a needy, grabby, tongue twist fueled by adrenaline and post-orgasmic bliss.
Hey, no one had ever accused me of being subtle.
Alistair broke for air and stepped aside, bracing himself on the wall next to me, panting. I wished I could think of something clever to say, but there was a big empty cartoon bubble hanging over my head.
I met his eyes and shit, I think I blushed.
“How did that happen?” I choked out.
He bent to pick up the towel he’d dropped earlier, wiped his hands, and then tossed it to me. “You followed me into the bathroom to ask about…mummies. It’s hazy for me after that.”
I did a minor cleanup job and loosely put myself together. I needed a shower and a change of clothes, stat. “Mummies. History really gets your motor running, huh?”
“You could say that,” Alistair agreed with a self-deprecating half laugh, setting his hands on his hips as he stared at me. “How do we do this now?”
“You mean…” I gestured between us manically, panic rising like a tidal wave.
“Winnie? Are you going to faint?”
“Yes. No. Um…gimme a second. I’ll be right back.” I made a beeline for the bathroom, turning on the faucet as I gaped at my reflection.
Jiminy freaking Christmas, what did I do?
I’d blown my best friend’s boss. No, I hadn’t just blown Alistair—I’d gotten down on my knees and worshiped his cock with everything I’d had in me. No thought about consequences or the fact that we were only a few days into a month-long trip. Disaster!
Or was it? Ugh. There was only one way to find out.
I splashed water on my face, searched my pocket for my pink-tinted gloss and reapplied, examining my bee-stung lips as I gave myself one last stern talking-to in the mirror. “Get your act together, Win, and be-fucking-have.”