Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Excuse me,” I swallow, and even though we’re mid-song, I rush out of the tent.
It’s freezing, and my throat starts to sting from the coldness. I hear as he catches up, and I twist my hair around my finger, closing my eyes and breathing deep.
“What’s wrong?” His shout rings into the quiet night.
I stop in my tracks, admiring the massive building I’m in front of, before turning around to face him.
“Um. I… need a breather,” I place my head in my hands, and he immediately removes them.
“So you randomly ran off?” He shrugs out of his jacket and places it around me. “Luci…”
“I don't want to lead you on, or myself,” I sigh, confused and defeated. “I’m just so stressed… over everything.”
“I know,” he pauses. “And you're not leading me on,” he moves my arms to my sides, not letting go of my wrists. “I understand it’s difficult to trust someone again after what I did to you, believe me, I know.”
I look up at him.
“I get I’m most likely exhausting you,” he pauses, smiling hesitantly. “I hurt you, and I deserve every bit of this,” he lowers his voice.
“It's not fair!” I practically wail. “Do you know what it’s like… to come to enjoy the feeling of pain, because it reminds me just how real we were? Because even when I tried to feel nothing for you, I couldn’t! Despite everything you did, I couldn’t stop lo-” I sigh heavily. “It’s just… just… YOU! I can’t stop thinking about you! You’re everywhere! Still! And I can’t do it. I need perspective, and you’re-”
“Come,” he interrupts, pulling me along to the other side of the building.
We round the corner, and I can just make out the rows of cars parked in the nearby distance, and the faint murmur of music in the background. Stars illuminate the night sky as a light breeze whisks through the air.
“Josh-”
“This isn't meant to be some ploy,” he presses me against the cold brick wall. “Don't think right now, okay?”
I nod slowly, and an unmistakable smirk ignites in his eyes. I know that look all too well.
“Jo-” I start to protest, but he places a finger on my lips, stopping me.
“After our phone call the other night…” his voice trails off as his arms entrap me on either side of the building. His body pushes against mine and half a protest escapes. I meet his eye, challenging me to stay put as he drops his arms. He bends down and his hand wraps around my ankle as it travels up my leg, slowly, bringing my dress along with it. I shudder from his touch and the cold. He eventually reaches my thigh, and is standing again. He smiles naughtily, his eyes alive, and I swallow hard, frozen and wet.
“I can give you exactly what you want.” His breath is hot on my cheek, smelling of mint and alcohol, and I inhale deeply. “Let me give it to you?” His voice is smooth, his eyes full of amusement, knowing that I won’t turn him away.
“Do you want me to stop?” His hand moves towards my center, and I’m fixated on his eyes, as I shake my head no slowly.
My legs open automatically at his touch, and I can't help but lean into him. He pushes his right leg in between mine, steadying me. He's careful not to kiss me, but I feel the outline of his lips hot against mine before they lower to my neck, placing a trail of warmth in their soft wake.
I close my eyes, basking, as his other hand moves under my dress, trying to keep at least part of it down. Meanwhile, his right gently moves my underwear to the side. His breath catches as he feels how wet I already am, and my hips instinctively push forward, begging.
“Shit,” he mumbles. “You do want this, huh?” His voice is raspy and deep, and I don’t know what excuse to give him, certainly not the truth.
“I’m just-”
“It’s okay,” he soothes. “I’ll take care of it for you.”
I say nothing as I rest my head on his shoulder, shuddering the moment his thumb makes contact with my wetness. He moves my juices towards my clit, pressing down, and pulses against my thigh. It takes me all that I have to keep from moaning loudly.
“Fuck,” he sighs out a grunt. “Touching you is just as good as I remember. How quickly do you want to come? I'll do this any way you want.”
“It's going to be quick either way,” I pant.
He moves his other hand to my thigh, caressing it slowly, and the gentle motion only increasing how turned on I am. I bite down on his shoulder, and my hips eagerly meet his fingers as his thumb continues its circling motion.
I cry out as his middle finger finds my hole and starts plunging into it slowly.