Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
I glanced back at the door—could I get Hutton into a bubble bath?
After turning on the faucet, I dug through my bag for my lavender and vanilla shower gel and dumped some in. It didn’t create a ton of bubbles, but there were enough to make it look fun and smell good. Then I undressed, tossed my hair up, and slipped into the water.
I closed my eyes for a second, marveling that I was naked in Hutton French’s tub, that in a moment, he was going to come in here and join me. Seventeen-year-old me would be astonished.
It set my mind spinning.
Less than five minutes later, Hutton barged in, buck naked with one hell of an erection. But he stopped short at the sight of me in the tub.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a bath.” I smiled sweetly and splashed a hand in the water. “Come and play.”
He inhaled, and his cock jumped. “What’s that smell?”
“Lavender and vanilla. It’s supposed to relax you.”
“It’s not working,” he said, approaching the tub, his gaze roving hungrily over my skin. “In fact, I’m the opposite of relaxed right now.”
“Then get in with me.” I lowered my chin and looked up at him through my lashes. “I promise to make it all better.”
He shook his head, his eyes still on my breasts. “Felicity, there’s no way we’re both going to fit in that bathtub.”
“I’m not saying it won’t be a tight squeeze, but I’m sure two people as skilled in geometry as we are can come up with a solution to this problem.” I sat up and turned off the water. “For example, you can lie on your back and I’ll lie on top of you—a parallelogram. Or you can sit, and I’ll straddle your lap—more of a trapezoid. Or,” I said, getting to my knees, “you can stand, and I’ll kneel in front of you.”
His cock twitched again. “And what do you call that?”
I licked my lips. “A blowjob.”
Without further argument, he stepped into the tub.
I moved closer, running my hands up the front of his thighs. Then I pitched my idea. “Want to play a little?”
“Play?” His tone was intrigued but cautious. “Play what?”
I looked up at him and smiled wickedly. “My parents aren’t home.”
“Huh?”
“So you have to be quiet.” I wrapped my fingers around his cock and brushed my lips with the tip, keeping my eyes locked on his.
“Oh, fuck.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “You want to play teenage us?”
A laugh bubbled from the back of my throat as I angled my head in different directions, brushing the sensitive crown across my cheek, under my jaw, along my throat. “Yes.”
“You do realize that teenage me already came all over your face.”
I laughed again, splashing his legs. “Come on. Play with me. I have confidence in your grown-up self-control.”
“That makes one of us.”
I brought the tip back to my lips, opening them slightly, letting him feel my breath. “I’ve thought about this while we study. Have you?”
“Yeah.” I could sense him concentrating hard. “And afterward.”
“Afterward?”
“Late at night. When I’m alone in my bed.”
“Tell me.” I grazed the underside of his cock with my tongue, and it thickened in my grasp. “What do you think about?”
“This. You, on your knees in front of me. My cock in your mouth.” His voice was low and commanding, and it turned me on.
“Like this?” I took just the tip in my mouth, teasing him.
“Yes.”
I sucked gently, then swirled my tongue around the crown, making his abdominal muscles flex. Opening my mouth wider, I took him in deeper, moaning softly. His hands curled into fists at his sides. I liked his hands. They were masculine and strong, and I remembered how his talented fingers had brought me such pleasure last night.
It gave me another idea.
“Show me,” I said, sitting back on my heels. “What you do late at night. When you think about this.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.” I crossed my arms over my chest, like I was suddenly shy. “Or else.”
He glared at me, but he took his cock in his hand, wrapping it in his fist and giving it several long, slow pulls. “Is this what you want?”
But I couldn’t answer. I was mesmerized—by the muscles that worked as he stroked himself—arm and shoulder and abs. By the way he stood, like he wasn’t ashamed—head up, chest proud, breath coming faster. And by the way his eyes remained on me, their shade of blue hotter and more piercing than a moment ago.
I started to breathe faster too. In fact, I think my breathing was more frantic than his. I could not get over that he was actually doing this in front of me—or how much I liked the sight of his hand on his cock, palm sliding over the darkened crown, fist working up and down the thick, veined shaft. I realized I hadn’t seen his naked body in the light last night, and it was perfect. A work of art.