Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 46231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
"But we'll do this again Friday."
"The art lessons?"
"Then the others."
She smiles. "Good."
"I have two assignments for you."
She nods, ready.
"One, if you really do want to combine these lessons, I want to see it, in visual form."
"Fair."
"And, two, don't touch yourself until you see me."
She pouts again. "All week?"
"All week. I want your next orgasm to be on my lips."
Chapter Fourteen
MAX
I play by the same terms.
Every night, I think of Opal, I resist fucking myself, I struggle to sleep.
Every day, the test gets harder.
Harder.
Nearly impossible.
On Thursday, when we trade test results, when she tells me she wants to fuck without a condom—
I barely make it.
Friday, I'm ready to burst and utterly incapable of concentrating. I barely make it through my work.
I clear the office.
I make the space comfortable for Opal.
I even make it through our lesson without touching her.
Then, right as she slips her sketchbook into her backpack, I start.
"Did you follow my instructions?" I bring my lips to her neck.
She leans into the touch. "Yes."
"Was it hard?"
"Miserable."
"For me too."
"You did too?"
"It's only fair." I run my lips over her neck, then I pull back. Straighten. "Stand."
She does.
"Take off your sweater."
She looks around the quiet office, deems it empty enough, tosses her bright blue sweater over her head.
She stands tall and proud in a camisole and jeans.
She's already barefoot. She's comfortable working that way.
But this—
Fuck, I'm not going to last.
"The shirt," I say.
She pulls it over her head.
"The bra."
She reaches behind her back, undoes the hook, lets the garment fall to her feet.
Opal Pierce, in my office, in only her jeans.
Fuck, she's gorgeous.
I bring one hand to her lower back and pull her body into mine. I don't kiss her. Not on the lips. Not yet.
I bring my mouth to the crook of her jaw.
She shudders as I kiss a line down her neck. Then back up, to the line of her jaw.
"On your knees," I demand.
"Oh."
"Is that a problem?"
"No."
"Do you have a sensitive gag reflex?"
She reaches for me. Grabs my waist. "No. I don't think so."
"I won't be gentle." It's not true, exactly. It's our first time. I need to ease her into it. But I want her to feel this, to feel lost in this.
I offer my hand. When she takes it, I help her onto her knees.
"Have you done this?"
"Yes."
"Rough?"
"No."
My shoulders settle. My cock whines. I want to be the first to really claim her this way.
I'm too hard.
Too eager.
But that's better for the first time.
Easier for her.
I cup her cheek with my palm. Run my thumb over her lip.
She waits, patiently, for me to slip my digit into her mouth.
She looks up at me as she sucks softly.
Then harder.
Fuck.
This is enough.
How am I going to survive ten seconds in her sweet, wet mouth?
I press the pad of my thumb into her tongue. I savor the feel of her for another moment, then I pull back. "Next time, I'll bind your wrists. This time, hands at your sides."
She nods. Watches as I undo my belt, button, zipper.
I push my boxers aside.
My cock springs free.
Opal's eyes go wide. Because she wants me? Because she's not usually this close?
I don't know. I don't care.
As long as I have her interest.
Her need.
Her obsession.
I'm already too far gone, and I don't care about that either.
I bring my hand to the back of her head. She settles into the posture, melting into me, falling into that perfect place.
"Open your mouth," I say.
She does.
I bring her closer. Until her lips brush my cock.
Soft. A hint.
Then harder.
Enough to drive me out of my fucking mind.
I savor the perfect pressure for a moment, then I press my palm into the back of her head, driving her mouth over me.
Fuck.
It's been a long time.
And this is Opal—
The woman haunting my dreams. My sexual fantasies. My every-kind of fantasies.
I knot my hand in her hair, holding her in place, then I pull back and shift into her pretty pink mouth again.
Slowly at first.
Then a little faster.
A little harder.
Until it's the pressure and rhythm I need.
Her warm softness envelops me again and again.
I push a little deeper.
Until she's struggling to take it.
Then I bring my hand to her chest. Toy with her nipple as I fuck her pretty mouth.
She groans against my cock.
It's too much for her. She won't last.
But I won't either.
And this is what I promised—
I close my eyes and give in to the sensation.
Her soft, warm mouth.
Her pert nipple.
Her groan against my skin.
I open my eyes. Take in the sight.
This gorgeous, leggy brunette, in nothing but her jeans, her pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock.
I come on the spot.
Pleasure rolls through me. Hard, heavy waves. My cock pulses. My hand knots in her hair. My lips part with a groan.
"Fuck, Opal." I hold her against me as I spill into her mouth.
She takes every drop. Waits for me to release her. Swallows hard.