Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“It sounds like you do know, Ellie,” he says. “It sounds like you’re far more perceptive than I was at your age.”
“You’re saying I’m more mature than you, huh?”
I don’t know where this tone comes from, but it feels good to be playful with him. It feels good when he turns, a smirk on his face, his eyes flitting up and down like he can’t help himself from checking me out.
“You’ll need to get on the chair,” he says huskily. “I’m going to prepare the tattoo area.”
“Um, sure,” I reply.
“I used to ask what people did for a living during this part,” he says as I awkwardly climb onto the chair. He maneuvers a few parts of it so I can lean against it sideways, sitting upright, but he can access my shoulder. “But I already know what you do.”
“Yes, I’m just one of the many young people wasting their lives studying English Literature.”
“You’re not wasting your life. I see how passionate you are. How much you love it. What do you want to do after?”
“I haven’t decided. Maybe a teacher. The more I think about it, the more I think I’d like that.”
“You’d be amazing with the kids,” he says, sending a thrill through me.
He takes a package of sterile wipes from the counter and tears off the packaging. I realize he put on plastic gloves at the counter too. He’s not going to touch me, not really.
“Would you lower your straps?” he says, his voice getting deeper.
I wonder if I imagined the tremor toward the end. Another sign he’s on edge. Another sign he’s going to lose it. Some indication he’s as hungry for me as I am for him. I never knew how badly I could want and need to be desired.
And then what? I won’t know how to respond, but I can do my best to please him. I’m breathing quicker, lowering my dress straps down.
“Are you ready?” he says. “I’m going to apply the gel.”
CHAPTER
TEN
Max
My head’s spinning as I stare at Ellie on the chair. She’s turned sideways, her hair neatly tied up, her bare skin on display as she lowers her straps. I can see her bra too. I imagine unclasping it, reaching around, toying with her nipples, and then massaging her big, beautiful tits.
My head’s spinning for other reasons, too—the person who drove Ellie here today. Jesus Christ, a phantom from the past, and Ellie knows. She guessed what sort of person Jane was. That was the worst mistake I ever made.
Ellie’s right. She is more mature than me. Far more.
I almost groan when I smooth the gel over her skin. My balls flooded the second I laid eyes on her, but they got far fuller when she showed me her body. Her legs are folded, her thick thighs pressed together.
I should focus on the tattoo or what the hell I’m going to do about Jane. I definitely shouldn’t be obsessing over the soft moaning sound Ellie makes as I run the gel in circular motions. It’s almost impossible not to tear these gloves off to feel her sweet body with my bare hands. To grind my palm up between her legs and then…
She turns, her eyebrows raised, lips pursed. She looks so damn cute and kissable that I almost explode right here. Seed is pushing right against my tip, the end pulsing with the tension.
“Is everything okay?” she asks.
I realized I’ve stopped, and now, I do something very foolish. I’ve just seen Jane. I know she’s here on the East Coast, but that doesn’t stop me. The whole professor thing seems like a joke. Nothing could stop me as I walk around the chair to face her.
When I kneel down, we’re still the same height. She even looks up at me slightly, but we’re close enough. Then I move forward, knowing I can’t stop, not when I feel her breath moving over my face. She gasps when I let out a growl, tearing off my gloves and throwing them to the floor.
Our lips touch. I groan as she nervously opens her mouth, our tongues finding each other. My hand magnetizes to her thigh. I’m not even in control as I smooth it up her leg, feeling her full, sexy-as-fuck thighs. She whimpers and closes her legs when I’m just about to reach my prize.
Right. I need to slow down. Slow down? Stop is more like it, but I can’t. I won’t.
In my mind, Jane screams, “Look what you made me do. Look what you made me do.”
I bury it deep, focusing on the moment, on the way Ellie moans through the tight press of our mouths. I massage her leg, and then she whimpers, grabbing onto my arm and squeezing down.
There’s a wave that moves through her the tighter her hand gets. She moans like she’s delighted and likes what she feels. Her whole body shakes. Maybe she’s not ready for me to claim her tight, little pussy, but her instincts are trying to guide her. Her instincts are telling her she can take every inch of me.