Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
She sucked my cock like it was a job, encircling my shaft with her hand to stroke me while paying way too much attention to my outrageously sensitive head. I heard the desperation in my panicked exclamations the longer she went on, but I didn’t stop her, no matter how much I thought I wanted to. And then, like a light switch, the oversensitivity stopped, and the climb began all over again, quicker this time. It was a reluctant journey as my cock still begged for the torture to end. Closer and closer, her wicked tongue and diligent hand forced me to a cruel edge and then over, spiraling me into a chasm of mingled pain and fantastic release. Her hot mouth kept working me and working me. I thrust against her, fucking her face, and she took me deep in her throat, gagging and choking but never stopping until I filled her mouth with every drop I had left to give.
“Enough!” I shouted when I could remember basic functions like language. Then, gentler, with a breathless laugh, “That’s enough.”
She sat back on her heels and smiled up at me, primly wiping the corners of her mouth with her index finger. With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she said, “And you thought you couldn’t go twice tonight.”
* * * *
(Charlotte)
I knew I had to be up early. We both knew we had to be up early. But I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to enjoy the feeling of Matt’s shower-damp skin against mine between the butter-soft linens on his huge bed. I tucked my head against his shoulder and put an arm over his broad chest.
“Is this okay?”
He covered my hand with his and held it against his heart. “Yup.”
I scrunched my fingers through his chest hair and said nothing.
“We don’t need to let this end, you know,” he said, quiet and serious, nothing like the Matt I’d been having fun with all weekend.
My breath got stuck beneath my ribs and my fight, flight, or freeze mechanism kicked in. All of them, at once. Which left me motionless and silent and still in a way he was bound to notice, because he was too damned perceptive.
“We could stay in touch and still play around,” he went on, and his casual tone put me a bit more at ease. He wasn’t suggesting we date.
I still needed to clarify. “Long distance friends with benefits?”
“Exactly.” He idly traced his fingers down my arm. “You liked the text I sent you.”
I buried my face against his skin, cheeks flaming. I didn’t know why I was bashful about what I’d done for him, after all of the bonkers stuff we’d been up to this weekend.
He chuckled. His voice was a sleepy rumble beside my ear. “We could do things like that.”
“Could we—” I stopped myself, my mouth suddenly dry.
“Hmm?” He prompted me.
Why was it so difficult to ask for? This was Matt, the only guy who’d ever been as dirty as I was. “The stuff you like to do, the control stuff… could you do that with me?”
“I thought we covered this, Charlotte,” he teased. “I can make any of your fantasies come true.”
“Mmm, I don’t know.” I knew. I needed to make him sweat a little. Because the thought of walking out of his life on Sunday morning was too much for me to cope with. “How are you going to make my fantasies come true over the internet?”
“How am I going to make your fantasies come true if I don’t know what they are?” he countered.
“I’m twenty-five, okay? Even I don’t know what my sexual fantasies are, other than—”
He rose up on an elbow, super attentive.
I rolled my eyes at him. “Very funny.”
“I’m not trying to be funny. I’m waiting to hear another of your uncertain fantasies. The last time you shared one, it resulted in me watching you get fucked by a stranger. I’m all in.”
“It doesn’t matter though, because you’re going to be off running around all over the world being Mr. Fancy Richpants and I’m going to be in my parents’ guest house.” That’s exactly what I needed: one or both of my parents barging in during Facetime sex.
“That’s true. But you doubted me before and I delivered.”
He had delivered. He’d given me my naughtiest fantasy, no strings attached. Maybe I should let him try again.
“How about this,” he began, taking my hand and weaving our fingers together. “Tomorrow is the wedding. It should be impossible for me to arrange anything while being your brother’s best man, right?”
The presence of the bear made me highly doubt anything was impossible…
“You tell me one of your fantasies. No matter how outrageous it is, if I can make it happen, you’ll consider being my long-distance friend with benefits. Maybe that will mean I text you dirty assignments. Maybe it means that if I’m on the west coast, we hook up for a night or two. Or we meet up once a month. I’m not going to be picky. We’ve got a good thing going and I don’t want it to end.”