Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
I settle into the cradle of her hips, so damn ready to get my hands and mouth all over her and my achy cock inside her. At least the ache is from being hard for the last hour and not because my balls feel like they’re trying to detach from my body. “You want to stretch me out before we get started?” I roll my hips, and she arches on a soft moan.
“Not really, no.”
I nuzzle into the hollow of her throat, breathing her in. “You can do that after, then.”
“I better not have the energy to do anything but sleep after you’re done with me.”
I push up on my arms so I can meet her hot, needy gaze. “Is that a challenge?”
She grins. “You respond better to challenges than orders, so whatever works for you and gets me the most orgasms.”
I laugh and skim her cheek with my knuckles. Porcelain smooth, warm, and perfect. “You’re pretty much the only one I’m willing to take orders from. You know that, right?”
She runs her fingers through my hair. “You followed your coaches’ orders to keep it professional.”
“Not because I wanted to but because I didn’t want them to think I wasn’t taking my rehab seriously, and I needed the time to heal.”
“So you only follow orders when it benefits you. Is that what I’m hearing?”
“Mmm. It’ll benefit you too.” I kiss along the edge of her jaw. “Don’t worry, bae, I won’t screw up all the progress we’ve made while I’m screwing orgasms out of you.”
I wait for a reaction, and I’m not disappointed. Stevie snorts and jabs me in the side with one of her manicured fingernails. “Can you not be an asshole for a few minutes?”
Based on how tight my face feels, I must be grinning like an idiot. I school my expression into something more serious and pull back again so I can look at her. “Flipping my asshole switch off, but only for you, and only for an hour.”
She arches a brow. “You think you’re going to last for an hour?”
“I’ve spent more than a month thinking about all the things I want to do to you. I plan on dragging this out for hours.” I kiss her again before she can issue another snappy comeback, and our conversation turns into the liquid sound of tongues stroking against each other. I can’t get enough of her mouth or the feel of her pliant body under mine.
We fumble and tug at each other’s clothes, separating our mouths long enough to get my shirt off and Stevie’s dress over her head. She’s braless, which I probably should have expected, since it was backless. The last time I saw her topless was the morning after she woke me up with all that racket. I didn’t have the time or the wherewithal to fully appreciate what I was seeing then.
I cup her breasts, so full and perky and perfect, with her sweet pink nipples peaking in the cool air. I circle them with my thumbs and push them together, nuzzling into the valley on a groan.
“So fucking luscious.” I bite the swell, kissing one and then the other, savoring the salty, sweet taste of her skin, before I take a nipple between my lips and suck the tender skin.
Stevie gasps and arches, fingers sliding into my hair and latching on. I trace the pert nipple with my tongue and scrape along the tip with my teeth, smiling against her tit when she issues a low warning and her fingernails dig into my scalp.
“It’s payback time, bae.”
“Payback for what?” she asks breathlessly.
“For tormenting me for weeks with sports bras and tiny shorts. I had blue balls for a month.”
“How is that my fault? And you started it with the boxer briefs that hide nothing!”
“At least you could get yourself off after a session if you wanted.” I suck the other nipple roughly, biting hard enough to make her gasp.
“So you’re going to punish my nipples because I could make myself come and you couldn’t?” Stevie’s eyes are on my mouth, close to her nipple but not quite touching.
“Is that what you did? Make yourself come after I went home?”
Her gaze flips up to mine, and her tongue peeks out as she nods.
“How often?” The words are rough like sandpaper. I want this to be the same on both sides, for her to have struggled the same way I have all these weeks, fighting the same attraction.
“Pretty much every night.” Her admission is steeped in vulnerability.
“What’d you think about when you were getting yourself off?” I roll her nipple between my fingertips.
She’s silent for a few seconds, long enough that I drag my gaze back to hers. Her cheeks are flushed pink, but her tone is full-on sarcasm. “Grocery shopping.”
“Oh yeah? What were you shopping for while you were finger fucking yourself?”