Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
I could do this for hours. I could do it every day, really.
“Pretty fucking good,” he uttered, and when I glanced up at him, his eyes were dazed. “First lesson: keep doing what you’re doing.”
I hummed around him, pulling off for a moment before taking him deep again. I let my hand roam to the base of his dick and down lower, cupping his balls, which he also seemed to enjoy.
My own cock was aching between my legs, and I let my free hand roam lower, gripping myself and starting to tug as I sucked Shane off.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake—” he said.
“Sorry,” I said, popping my mouth off his cock. “I can stop. I just want to touch myself a little.”
“Don’t stop,” he said, his eyes full of fire. “I absolutely love it. It’s just going to…”
“To what?” I said, stroking myself, knowing that he could feel the gentle movement of my hand along his thigh, too.
“It’s going to make me come,” he said, arching his back just a little. “Seeing you do that. Knowing you’re doing that, while your mouth is around me.”
“Oh,” I said, realization dawning on me. “Sorry, teach. I just can’t help it.”
“Fuck,” he hissed as I went back down on his cock, sucking him deep as I jerked myself off at the same time.
Shane had been good at holding back until now, keeping an even, calm tone. But now he was coming apart at the seams, and I was loving every goddamn moment of it. His hips bucked underneath my mouth involuntarily, and when I laid a long stroke with my tongue along the underside of his shaft, he groaned deeply.
“A-plus,” he said. “Star fucking student.”
I hummed. “You can use me anytime.”
His hands came down on my hips and he gripped me hard. Every inch of my skin was hot now, even though I’d been a little cold when I’d first stripped down.
I looked up at Shane, his face flushed even in the glow of the multicolored Christmas lights. As I got myself off with one hand, I let the other trail backward, gently stroking along his hole. As I sucked him a little harder, I felt him throb, knowing he really, really liked that.
“Going to make me come,” he uttered, already losing control. “Jesus, Rowen—”
I gently let my fingers roam over his hole one more time, and I knew he was about to come.
And I wasn’t going to miss even one drop of my first time with Shane. I stayed on his cock, not relenting, until he arched backward, filling my mouth and cursing under his breath.
It was going to take me to the edge. I swallowed without skipping a beat, moaning around him as he shuddered under me.
“Fuck, that is so hot—” I uttered as I popped off of his dick, gripping my cock harder. “I’m going to come. Can I come? Because I’m definitely going to.”
“Please,” he said.
His face. His fucking face. Flushed and spent and who the hell had given him a jawline like that?
I held my gaze with his, locking eyes like I still had something to prove to him. There was no doubt that this was one of the hottest things I’d ever done. Shane leaned forward, coming close to my face.
“You are amazing,” he said, leaning in to kiss me. The moment his lips landed on mine and I felt the warmth of his tongue, I knew I was done for.
“Fuck, Shane,” I whispered, my voice barely audible against his mouth as I started to come. I let go, coming in long trails of white all over his upper thighs.
And I was gone. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so spent after getting off. For a moment I felt like I was floating, my mind elsewhere entirely. All I wanted to do was look at his eyes.
“Wow,” he said in a low voice.
“Yeah.”
“Happy Holidays,” he murmured.
I puffed out a laugh that took me by surprise, finally letting go of the grip I had on my dick. “Happy Holidays and a very Merry Christmas to you, too. Hang on.”
I got up, making my way to the kitchen in a daze. I got us some damp paper towels and came back to clean up the mess I’d made all over Shane’s legs.
“Full service,” he said.
“Damn right,” I told him, running a hand along his clean skin. “I want to treat you like you’re Louis the Fourteenth.”
Shane cocked his head to one side. “Can’t say I know much about him.”
I glanced up at him. “Really? Louis the Great? The Sun King?”
He narrowed his eyes. “This is someone from real life, not a show like Game of Thrones, right?”
I grinned. “Very real. He was the King of France from the 1600s into the 1700s. Was a very, very pampered king, to say the least, and that’s how pampered you should feel tonight.”