The Frat Boy (Nashville Neighborhood #4) Read Online Nikki Sloane

Categories Genre: College, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Nashville Neighborhood Series by Nikki Sloane
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Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
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His expression was hungry, and the provocative way he licked his lips announced what he was thinking about doing.

I scrambled up onto my arms, and my heart banged along at a furious tempo when he dropped to his knees. A small part of me was terrified of what he was about to do, and a much larger part verged on begging for it. Those lips were going to start another battle I was sure I was going to lose.

And you’ll probably love it.

He urged my knees apart then moved into the space that created, leaning over to drop featherlight kisses across my heaving chest. As his mouth inched down, it drew a wayward path toward the juncture of my legs.

The lights were warm and the cameras’ lenses on us were hotter still, but nothing compared to his mouth working across my trembling skin. I was probably shiny with sweat and needed to touch up my makeup, but despite the heat, I shivered.

I pressed my lips together and didn’t make a sound when his kiss landed on the lace covering the most intimate part of me, and he didn’t like my silence. His gaze flicked to mine, and the thought was loud in his eyes. Oh, yeah? How about this?

He hooked a finger in the side of my panties, pulled them aside, and set his mouth on me.

I melted back onto the bed, letting out a sigh. Even this wasn’t enough of a response. He didn’t seem satisfied until his tongue brushed over my clit and a moan tore from my throat.

“Can you move a little to the side, Colin?” Scott said. “There’s too much shadow.”

The flooring creaked as he shifted on his knees, settling into a new position, and I flinched when he put a hand on the inside of my thigh. It was so he could push my leg back and open me more to both him and the camera.

“Yes, good.”

This time, his tongue wasn’t tentative. He slicked it across my sensitive skin, teasing my clit. Pleasure burst through my center, radiating out to my limbs. Holy fuck, it felt so good.

I balled the sheets beneath me and squirmed under the power of his skilled mouth. His tongue was relentless. It lapped at me, creating fireworks of bliss, and a tremble graduated up my legs. How was I supposed to hate him when he made me feel this way? It was impossible.

He paused only long enough to fist the front of my panties and drag them down. The straps tangled with my feet as they went, and as soon as they were gone, he shoved my legs back so he could resume going down on me.

“Try to point your toes, Madison,” Nina’s voice instructed.

Everything was spinning, racing.

I did what she asked, then gasped for air, tipped my head back, and slammed my eyes shut. I’d made the decision to fuck him, but I hadn’t thought it all the way through. Every orgasm was supposed to be real, but wasn’t letting him give me one . . . some sort of surrender?

I didn’t want to give anything to him.

But—shit—his tongue fluttered, and it made me writhe so much, I probably looked like I was being burned up from the inside. It felt a little like that, too. Every stroke was incendiary.

He had one hand resting on the inside of my thigh, but the other glided up until he could grasp one of my breasts. My traitorous body arched into his touch, encouraging him, and he made a sound that was either satisfaction or to gloat, or possibly both.

I opened my eyes and lifted my head, which—huge mistake.

It meant I could see his deep eyes watching me as his tongue flicked across my pink skin and see how much he was enjoying himself. Was this how he would be if cameras weren’t rolling? Or was he a different person, playing a part tonight?

On some level, I’d understand if that were the case. I felt like a different person, but I wasn’t acting. Maybe this was the uninhibited girl I truly was, but had always been too scared to let anyone see.

It was shocking watching him fuck me with his mouth, and so hot I couldn’t look directly at him. My gaze drifted away, snagging on movement above, which was an even bigger mistake, because I saw the shape of us on the TV.

There I was at the foot of the bed, him kneeling with his head in between my legs and his hands on my naked body. My gaze bounced from one box onscreen to another, seeing us from all the different angles. Overhead. From the side. One that was focused on exactly how Colin’s tongue moved and licked.

As much as I hated it, it was undeniable how good we looked together.


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