Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
My cock aches, and I know if I’m going to get off, it’s going to be with my own hand. Shaking my head and gritting my teeth, I push away the fact that I feel like a teenage boy wanking off for the first time. Letting my eyes fall closed, I try and think of anything but Blair, but all I see are bright blue eyes and a smile that melts my fucking heart.
I start to stroke myself, and the images become something else.
Blair is beneath me now, withering, my hand is between her creamy thighs, fingering her.
“More, Cage, I need more. I want you to fuck me,” she begs.
Another image replaces the last, and in this one, she’s on top of me, riding me. I roll her nipples between two fingers, and her head tips back, her dark hair cascading down her back. Through hooded eyes, I watch as she uses me, rolling her hips and bouncing up and down.
“So good, so good. I’m… I’m coming, Cage. Come with me. Fill me up with your come. Come inside me,” she whimpers, and I stroke myself faster, squeezing my length, wanting to fulfill her wish even though it’s all in my fucking head.
I envision my hand as her channel, warm and tight and made perfectly for me, I fuck myself. Up and down, up and down, I stroke taking me further and further away from reality.
“Fuck,” I grit through my teeth, feeling the pleasurable zing in my aching balls. I’m going to explode any second now.
Behind my lids, sex with Blair plays out, and all I can do is watch, the air in my lungs stills, and my toes curl in my shoes.
“Take me, Cage, make me yours.”
Those words set me off, and just like that, I erupt. Deflating into the mattress, spurts of creamy white come shoot from my cock and land on my abs. Aftershocks of what I know may never be a reality rip through me, pleasure like I’ve never felt before leaves me immobile, and I sigh loudly, trying to catch my breath.
I can’t believe I just beat off to the thought of taking Blair’s virginity. There has to be something wrong with me.
Yeah, you want her, you idiot.
Staring down at the ropes of come, I know what I’ve got to do. I’m going to win that bet. Boyfriend or not, I want Blair on my cock. I want her virginity. I want her fucking smiles. I want every single thing that has to do with her.
I’ll possess her, and then I’ll set her free. I’ll make her wish she never took the job to tutor me, or ever poured that beer on my head.
13
Blair
I feel terrible about skipping out on Cage the way I did yesterday. In a hurry to leave, I forgot to grab my bag. I texted him a few times, apologizing, but all he wrote back was to meet him for another session today. Technically, it’s not my tutoring days, but I owe it to him to finish my session.
So here I am, walking up the steps of the library with a stack full of books in my arms.
When I reach the top step, I look down the long corridor and see that the door to our room is already open, but I can’t see inside from where I’m standing.
Moving closer, I stop dead in my tracks at the threshold. Cage is standing inside the room, half sitting on the table. His arms are crossed over his chest, making him look even bigger and more muscular. The fabric of his red T-shirt is stretched over the muscles, drawing my attention to his biceps. None of that is what has me frozen in place though. It’s the expression on his face that has me a little shocked and definitely confused. He looks angry, like really angry.
“Come in, you already skimmed time off my last session,” he growls as if he’s a teacher, and I’m a student who’s earned a one-way ticket to detention.
I approach him with caution like I would a wild animal because that’s what this feels like right now. He seems wild, unhinged, and I simply don’t know what to expect.
“I’m really sorry about yesterday,” I apologize again as I carefully step into the room. I try not to cringe at the sound of my voice. It isn’t often that I admit being sorry, but I genuinely am. Time is precious, and Cage was doing so well.
A wicked grin that makes my heart beat a little faster, tugs on his lips. “You can make it up to me by finishing that kiss you owe me.”
“I already kissed you,” I whisper and set my books down on the table beside him.
“You call that a kiss?” He pushes off the table and takes a threatening step toward me. “Are you afraid to pay up?”