Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
It would be so easy to do this, to get him to rip off my panties and enter me. Being drunk makes it seem like a really good idea. But it would mean more to him than it would to me, or that’s how it seems. So I pinch his chin between my finger and thumb and shake my head slightly when he looks at me.
He sighs gravely and rests his forehead against my collarbone for a moment. “What is it about me that you don’t like?”
Giggling, I grip his hair and pull his head back. “What is it about me that you do?”
“Seriously,” he mumbles, not partaking in my banter. “What can I do to make you look at me the way you look at him?”
I release his hair so I can massage his head with my fingers. “If only love had an off switch.”
“And rewiring potential.”
I laugh and press a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’m going to sleep with Halley and then in the morning I’m going to get up, clean this apartment, and drag you to the closest sushi bar. Deal?”
“No deal,” he grips my thighs and levels me with a heated look. “You’re going to sleep with me and then in the morning, I’m going to get up, clean this apartment, and then let you drag Halley to the closest sushi bar while I sleep more. Deal?”
“I can’t sleep with you.”
“Why?” His question is one of genuine curiosity. His hands massage my thighs higher; I shiver. I love being petted and rubbed.
“Because—” I gasp when his thumb suddenly presses against my clit through my soaked panties.
We both groan when he rolls it, circling at a slow but strong pace.
“You’re so wet,” he breathes, “so I know that I affect you.”
“Your ability to turn me on has never been called into question.” I grip his wrist when he slides that same thumb under the material, touching me bare. Burning need shoots through me and I have to stop my drunken self from pushing his head down to finish what he has started.
“So why do you deny me?” Hungry eyes with dilated pupils scan my face and his other thumb sinks inside of me. “Fuck… don’t deny me now that I’ve had the slightest promise from your incredibly tight pussy.”
“Robert… please,” I whimper, rocking my hips as he rubs me in both perfect spots at the exact same time. I feel on fire.
Is this my thing now? Falling into bed with every attractive man that gives me attention?
“Still want to say no?”
“I have to,” I cry, parting my legs wider. “I don’t want us to change.”
“Too late.” When he sucks his thumb, the one that was inside of me, into his mouth, I inhale a sharp breath. That was seriously hot. “I’ve tasted you now.”
I grab his head and pull his lips back to mine. I bite him hard on his lower lip, feeling a courage that I never would have without this level of alcohol in my system. He bites me back and I inhale sharply. I taste blood but it doesn’t do anything to deter me.
“Condom,” I whisper aggressively in between kisses as our movements and gropes become more frantic and desperate.
He yanks his wallet out of his back pocket and searches through it while I kiss and suck his neck and my hands pull him free of his pants. He’s got a great cock, strong, hard, proud, thick… I start to mentally compare it but berate myself and roll the rubber over his predominant tip.
He moans when I grasp him, lifting me just enough to push my dress up and hike my panties down, but when they snag on my thighs, he opts to rip them instead. I giggle and toss them over my shoulder before guiding him to my entrance.
He’s there… he’s ready… I’m going to have sex with my only friend that lives nearby. I’m weaker than I thought. There are so many alarms going off in my head that are telling me to stop this.
“Here?” he asks, wiping blood from my lip with his thumb. He looks at it on his pale flesh and his eyes flash dangerously. The way he’s looking at me right now is so intense and insanely sexy.
I glance around the apartment, ready with my excuse on the tip of my tongue when Halley’s bedroom door suddenly opens.
She likely thinks we’ve gone to bed, and we’re too frozen in place, too drunk to react quick enough.
We both scramble to compose ourselves. I drop down from the counter and try to untwist the skirt of my dress and Robert struggles with the zipper of his pants. Then he falls to his knees with a cry and seems to be holding his crotch.
“Robert?” I question, confused and concerned by his sudden stance of pain. “What’s wrong?”