Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
And then he was running those smooth lips up and down my thigh, gently coaxing them open without saying a word.
Before I knew it, he’d settled his broad shoulders in between my thighs—thighs that I parted without having to be asked a second time. Then he was pressing a kiss to my bare pubic bone.
I’d forgone panties, knowing how he liked to have access to me—even though we’d only had a few nights like this together.
Most of the touches over the last few times we’d shared my bed were innocent. Today’s, though? Most certainly not innocent.
“Steel,” I whispered. “Why do you like to tease me so?”
Then I felt his tongue trail up the seam of my pussy.
I did a full body shiver. It started at my toes and ended up at the tips of my fingers.
His tongue was warm and hot, but the feeling of his breath against my wetness caused a shiver to follow the trail he’d forged.
“Sweet baby Jesus.”
Matt hadn’t been good at oral sex. Hell, Matt hadn’t been all that good at anything. Sure, he’d had an impressive cock—nowhere near Steel’s in size yet still a fairly decent sized penis—that was obviously big enough for my former best friend to want, but that he didn’t quite know how to wield. Certainly not like Steel did.
My God…there were no words to describe his cock. Not and do it justice.
His arms moved under the backs of my thighs and curled around until his hands were resting on my lower belly.
“You know,” he murmured, his hot breath brushing against the sensitive skin of my sex. “I watched you race once.”
“Yeah?” I asked distractedly.
A lot of people had watched me race. I used to run in televised marathons, so it wasn’t a stretch to imagine that he’d seen me.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “The last one you did here right before you had your stroke.”
He bent forward and nibbled lightly on my labia, causing me to jump.
“You were in those tight black shorts that were so short they could have been a freakin’ bathing suit bottom,” he continued, moving to the other side and following the same process all over again. “And the number that you had pinned to them? I think that was bigger than your ass.”
I would’ve laughed had he not parted my labia with his thumbs and brought his mouth down to where I’d been needing him the most. But he didn’t lick, he didn’t suck—he only stared.
I doubted he could see as well as he usually could. The only light in my room at the moment was the street light shining into it—though that was fairly bright seeing as I’d been contemplating getting blackout curtains due to the amount of light that shined into my window while I tried to sleep. It was like sleeping during the daytime, sometimes. I’d even contemplated shooting it out with a BB gun, but seeing as there was a cop right next door, that probably wouldn’t be a good idea.
With my luck, he’d catch me.
“And as I was watching you run in on that jumbo screen they’d set up, one of your strides lengthened, and there was this gap in your shorts.”
I closed my eyes as I felt his breath flutter against my clit.
“And I saw your pussy…for just a little peek. A flash and it was gone…but it was enough. It was enough to set off a whole string of questions in my mind. Did shaving make you run faster? Did being bare drive you insane after twenty-six miles? Did anyone else see your pussy slip like I did?”
And then he moved the last half an inch, capturing my clit between his lips.
“Oh, oh sweet God.” I nearly howled.
“Quiet,” he growled. “You don’t want to wake your kids, do you?”
No. No, I most certainly did not want to wake my kids.
I wanted him to fuck me.
I wanted him to suck my clit.
I wanted him to do everything to me. All at once.
He didn’t do it all at once, but what he did do was enough to make me nearly lose my mind.
He tortured me by torturing my clit. Over and over he’d lick, suck and flick.
I was steadily squirming on the bed, and the only thing keeping me still was the steel banding of his arms that were wrapped around my upper thighs, holding me in place.
He tortured me for what felt like hours, bringing me to the brink of orgasm only to pull back and circle his tongue at my entrance—allowing my orgasm to wane.
He did this so many times that by the time I realized that he wasn’t going to stop this time, I didn’t have time to prepare.
The orgasm that overtook me was breathtaking. He tipped me over the edge with a flick and threw me so hard into an orgasm when he sucked my clit into his mouth that I screamed.