Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 131789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
That gets me a chuckle. “Expensive first date.”
“And worth it, right?”
“I’ll let you know when my rib heals.”
A slow smile crawls across his lips, and he gets that cocky sparkle in his eyes that dares me to do something about it. So I stand to straddle his lap. Put my knees on either side of him and drape my arms over his shoulders to run my nails over the nape of his neck.
“No, I’m not hooking up with Duke anymore,” I say firmly.
He shrugs, but I feel the tension release from his shoulders. “Cool.”
“Does this hurt?” I ask, setting my weight on his legs.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I can’t tell the difference anymore.” But he reaches up to grip my waist, keeping me in place. “I can’t believe they let you wear these things to school.”
RJ rakes his gaze over my uniform. Like him, I ditched my jacket in the car and untucked my blouse. My tie’s a wide loop dangling from my collar. But it’s the skirt he lingers on. And the strip of bare leg below the hem.
“I never understood the schoolgirl kink,” he says, licking his lips. “I think I get it now.”
There’s a palpable tension between us. A warm, thick hum surrounding us in this bubble of sexual energy. In his eyes I know he senses the same. His fingertips twitch against my skin. Neither of us sure what to do next or who will make the first move, both of us desperate for something, anything, to happen.
Patience has never been my virtue, so I press my lips to his and slide my tongue in his mouth. I want his hands all over me. I want to feel him against my skin. To know what it’s like when he skims the curves of my body. We’ve never been here before and there’s a moment of hesitation before RJ kisses me back with the same insistence. Then his fingers begin to wander, encouraged by the breathy noises I can’t control.
“I like you in a skirt,” he says, softly squeezing my ass.
“I thought you wanted me out of it.”
“If that’s an option.”
I press down against his lap and feel the bulge between my legs. A sharp hiss sucks the air from me. He’s thick and hard, and as much as I want him to slip his hands inside my skirt, I’m eager to live out the fantasy that’s been keeping me awake since our date.
When I reach between us and flick open the button of his trousers, he peers at me from beneath heavy-lidded eyes. “Thought I was the one who was supposed to be groveling.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” I murmur, “I’ll get you on your knees eventually. Right now I want to be on mine.” Smiling, I slide off his lap and kneel in front of him.
His groan echoes in the warm air between us. “Don’t start something we can’t finish.”
I peek up at him, all innocence. “Who says you won’t finish?” I drag his zipper down and reach into his boxers.
The second I touch his dick, he curses under his breath, one hand coming to rest on my shoulder.
“Sloane.” His voice is hoarse. “You don’t have to.”
“Shut up and enjoy it.”
RJ watches as I wrap my fingers around his shaft and slowly bring my mouth toward him. My pulse quickens at the first taste of him, the first swipe of my tongue over the drop of moisture pooling at his tip. I lick it up, and smile when I feel a shudder go through his entire body.
“You look so hot with your tongue on my dick.”
“Yeah? What if I put your dick in my mouth? How will that look?” And then I do it, swallowing up half his length before he can reply.
I can’t remember the last time I was this wet while giving a blowjob. Maybe never. My thighs involuntarily clench together as I take my time sucking RJ’s dick. My heart is beating so fast I feel like I just ran twenty miles. And the sounds he’s making…oh my God, those hoarse breaths and low moans. I’m liable to self-combust.
RJ threads his fingers through my hair, but he doesn’t move my head or guide me. He gives himself over to me completely, only thrusting when I teasingly deprive him of my mouth.
“You’re perfection,” he tells me, his expression blazing with lust.
I stroke him softly then give a sharp squeeze, summoning another moan from him. His hips lift, his dick seeking my mouth again. I want him so badly my body actually hurts. My nipples, my clit, it all hurts.
He’s in pain, too. I watch him as his features stretch taut, as he bites his lip. His breathing becomes shallow. His entire body is tense. Hips straining, craving relief.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” I whisper against his tip, and that’s all it takes for his restraint to shatter.