Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
My head feels heavy when I look down to see Holden’s head move between my thighs as he licks and sucks with reckless abandon, clearly unbothered by the risky location. He pulls back, keeping my thigh over his shoulder as he stares straight between my legs. I don’t know why it’s so unnerving when he does that, but I fight the urge to clench my thighs together.
“I love how wet you get for me.” He wipes his face on the inside of my thigh, illustrating his point.
“Holden, please,” I grind out between clenched teeth, and my hips push toward him of their own volition, chasing his mouth. He stills me, pinning me to the wall with a palm to my stomach.
“I need to see these,” he says, fingering the neckline of my dress before peeling each side down, freeing one breast at a time. My nipples tighten to the point of pain against the cold, winter air, but the rest of me is on fire. He pinches one nipple and I jerk against the ribbon binding my hands. The material isn’t especially thick and he didn’t spend much time knotting it, so I think I could wriggle out of it if I tried.
Holden grips behind my knee, pushing it up and toward the wall before leaning back in to take a long, deliberate swipe. “Do you want your hands free?” he asks before doing it again. Each touch of his tongue sends me closer to the edge.
“Yes,” I whisper, nodding frantically.
“If untie you, are you going to touch me?”
That gives me pause. “Do you want me to?”
“How about this?” he says, kissing my clit in between sentences. “If you stop touching me, I stop this.”
I strain to look over my shoulder to see inside the window, but it’s no use. “Fine. Just make me come.”
His smile is nothing short of predatory. “Gladly.” He stands, unhooking my hands from the light above my head, but not untying them. He lowers my arms, guiding my hands until I’m circling his neck, my arms stretched over his shoulders. Even with the platforms, he still has a few inches on me. He stares down at me, waiting for me to give him what he wants. I push my fingers through his hair at the base of his skull, and that’s all it takes.
He clutches my jaw with one hand, his grip firm but somehow gentle as he angles my face upward. In the next instant, his tongue slips into my mouth. A moan slips free as his unoccupied hand slips between my legs. Two fingers push inside me, and he pulls back to watch them slide in and out.
Abruptly, his fingers are gone, and I’m left feeling empty.
“Stop playing with me!” I whisper-yell.
“I thought you wanted me to play with you,” he taunts. “You’re the one who broke the rules.”
He reaches behind his head where my bound hands hang slack around his neck, already having forgotten the terms of our agreement. He pulls on the ribbon, freeing my wrists, then stuffs it into his pants pocket. My hands fall to his shoulders, making sure to keep contact this time. But it feels all wrong. His suit is cold and stiff. I want his skin. He kisses me again, and before I’ve made the conscious decision to do so, I’m unbuttoning his shirt and shoving my hands inside.
He groans, never breaking the connection as he rips his shirt out of the waistband of his pants, giving me better access. I flatten my palms on his warm chest, sliding up and around his shoulders under his shirt. He abandons my lips as his own trail a path down my neck and chest, stopping to suck on each nipple before dropping to his knees again. I don’t stop touching him for a second. He grabs two handfuls of my ass, pulling me to his mouth.
“Yes,” I breathe, dragging my nails across his scalp as he feasts on me.
“That’s it,” Holden praises. “Fuck my face. Grind it against me.” I freeze when I realize that’s exactly what I’m doing.
“Nuh-uh,” he scolds. “You’re not getting shy on me now.” Hands still on my ass, he guides my movements, encouraging me to continue. I start to rock against him, fingers tangling in his hair to keep him anchored to me. His arms hook around the back of my legs, his fingertips biting into my flesh on my inner thighs. My knees are bent, heels skidding against the ground. I’m so close. My legs start to shake, threatening to give out, and I think I forget to breathe as my orgasm builds. Sensing I’m close, Holden plunges his fingers inside me as he pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking hard.
I let out a guttural sound, something between a scream and a cry, doubling over as my legs finally do give out, but Holden keeps me upright, licking me through my orgasm.