Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
I lapped against her clit faster with every movement of her mouth over my shaft. I wished I could see her sucking me off, but with her grinding against my face, that was nearly impossible. And anyway, seeing it might have pushed me over the edge too quickly. It was already nearly too much to handle as it was—her taste, the feel of her hot mouth around my cock as she went to work on me. I don’t fucking deserve this. Not a single bit.
Wrapping my hands around her beautiful backside, I guided her hips as she rode my face harder.
When she slowed down, I knew she was close. My balls tightened as I tried to control my orgasm and avoid ending this ecstasy abruptly.
“I want to finish in your mouth,” I panted. “Can I?”
She nodded as she took me deeper.
That did it. My body shook as I lost control, cum shooting shamelessly down her throat. She rocked her hips and pressed her clit harder against my mouth as her muscles contracted. She moaned, almost too loudly to avoid being heard by Lavinia.
But I didn’t care. I wanted to hear Abby as she came. I wanted all of it.
When we’d come down from our mutual high, Abby turned to face me. It seemed she’d swallowed everything, leaving no evidence of me on her mouth. That was enough to make me ready for round two almost immediately. I still felt her wet arousal on my face. I already planned to wank myself off again later as I licked away the remnants. I was officially addicted. I wouldn’t be able to resist her as long as we were around each other.
Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, I grabbed my trousers to slip them back on.
She pulled at my shirt. “Stay.”
I froze. I wanted to. I really did. But that felt too…intimate.
Too intimate might have been a ridiculous excuse after what we’d just done, though. “I should go to my room.”
Her smile dimmed. “Okay.”
I had myself convinced that if I kept things purely sexual, it would be less complicated—even if I knew better. I caressed her face. “Why don’t I make us a grand breakfast tomorrow?”
Her expression perked up a bit. “Sounds good.”
“Any requests? I’ll get up before you and go to the supermarket. And don’t say Devil Dogs and cold milk.”
She rested her cheek on her hand. “What are my options?”
“I could do a full English or something sweet like pancakes.”
“Mmm…” She licked her lips, causing my dick to stand at attention again. “Pancakes sound great.”
“Have you had pancakes here yet?”
She shook her head.
“They’re different than in the States. They’re thinner and bigger. We don’t make them as fluffy. And we roll them.”
“Kind of like a crepe?”
I brushed my thumb along her cheek. “Kind of like that, yeah.”
She shut her eyes briefly.
I want to stay. But instead of giving into the need to climb into her bed and wrap my arms around her, I stood. “See you in the morning.”
“Okay,” she muttered. “See ya.”
As I stepped out of the room, I stopped to compose myself. Then I tiptoed down the hallway. Unfortunately, my giant feet failed me, because just as I passed Lavinia’s room, her door opened.
I froze. “Can I help you?”
“Oh no. I don’t need anything.” She smirked. “From what I can hear, your cup is full enough already.”
Shit. “You heard nothing, crazy woman. Got it?”
“Your secret’s safe with me.” She winked before closing the door.
Great.
Once in bed, I tossed and turned, unable to stop thinking about what Abby and I had done, what we didn’t do, and what I still wanted to do. I attempted to shift my focus by considering the pancakes I planned to make for breakfast tomorrow. I imagined all sorts of toppings as I made a virtual shopping list in my head.
But as life would have it, that breakfast would never end up happening.
CHAPTER 29
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Abby
Track 29: “Goodbye for Now” by P.O.D.
My nipples were stiff when I woke this morning, and I had an uncontrollable ache between my legs. While the orgasm Sig had given me last night was even better than the first, it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the need that only grew within me with each bit of contact we had. I longed for Sig as if he were an ocean away instead of just down the hall.
It hadn’t surprised me that he didn’t want to spend the night in my room. He probably knew we wouldn’t be able to stop ourselves from taking things further. I also suspected spending the night in my bed might’ve been too much for him. It would’ve crossed the line he’d drawn when he made it clear I couldn’t fall for him—which was the same as admitting he could never love me.
I looked over at my phone to find a text from him.