Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Rubicon.
“Yes,” is all I can manage.
We are catching feelings. I saw it in our faces. I feel it in the rush of possessiveness that moves through me. I like being her first. Her only.
No one but me will treat her the way she deserves to be treated. The idea of someone else having her, fucking her, teaching her—
“I’ve wondered how you’ll taste.” She lifts up onto her knees. She takes my dick in her hand again and looks up at me, giving me another firm tug. “This okay?”
I blink. The weed is making me emo.
It’s not the weed, dipshit.
I glide my fingers into the hair at the back of her head. “I’m going to hold you like this to control the pace, okay? If I go too fast or too deep—”
“I’ll tell you.” She opens her mouth, the pink tip of her tongue resting on her bottom lip.
She’s ready.
I’m ready.
I guide my head into her mouth. She opens wider. “Just watch your teeth.” I sink a little deeper. “Yes, that’s perfect. Perfect.”
She rotates her tongue, licking me. More fireworks, only this time they’re lighting up my spine. My head falls back. She swallows, and on that swallow takes me so deep my eyes nearly pop out of my head.
I look down and see a sly smile in her eyes.
“You wanna play?” I manage.
She gives a tiny nod.
I cup her hand in my face. “Then let’s play.”
I shove inside her, hitting the soft tissue at the back of her throat. She gags. I panic. But she bobs her head, taking me deeper on a down stroke. Releasing me on the up.
She is sucking. Me. Off like she means it.
Like she’s genuinely enjoying it.
I curl my fingers into her hair, giving it a tug. “You don’t play fair, sweetheart. You’re already so fucking good—gah.”
It’s all I can manage when she bobs down again while gliding a palm up my stomach, electrifying my skin. Her nipples brush my thighs. I pull back. Surge forward. Fuck her mouth.
She moans.
I glance in the mirror. I watch the long, lean muscles in her back move as she sucks my dick. She’s touching me everywhere now, one hand on my hip, the other wrapped around my root, pumping in time to the movement of her head.
Her eyes water, but they’re sharp.
Confident.
So different from the way they looked at the bonfire last night.
I did this. I’m doing it now.
“Soon,” I grunt.
Greer gives my hip a squeeze. Go.
I fist her hair and push inside her mouth. Deepest thrust yet. She gags. I close my eyes and breathe her name and come.
I feel the thunder of those fireworks as I empty myself into her throat. She swallows. Swallows again, the pleasure of feeling her take me this way, trust me, making sparks float along the underside of my skin.
How did I forget how much better orgasms are when you’re high?
I open my eyes to see Greer still on her knees, waiting for instruction.
“Always such a good girl,” I murmur, reaching down to run my thumb across her chin. “I’m going to pull out, okay?”
She nods. I slowly remove myself from her mouth. The sudden rush of cool air against my skin has me biting the inside of my lip.
“Are you all right?” Greer asks, wiping the edge of her mouth with her fingertips.
I scoff. “That was—fuck, Greer. The best.”
Her brows curve upward. “Really?”
“Really.”
She reaches up for a high five. I give her one, then grab her hand and help her to her feet. “I’m happy to hear that, because you gave me the best head of my life too.” She digs her teeth into her bottom lip. “I need you to do it again.”
I smile so hard I feel like my face is going to split open. “Done.”
I don’t hesitate. I drop to my knees and hike her leg over my shoulder. I nose her slit. Inhale her scent, tinted with the hotel’s Bvlgari body wash we just used in the shower. Then I swipe my tongue along her length, a quick, hard stroke that has her putting her hands on my shoulders. Digging her fingernails into my skin.
I eat her pussy like she wants me to. With intention. I lick her and suck on her clit. She rolls her hips against my mouth. She makes these breathy little noises, her tits rising on each inhale. Her eyes flutter shut. She rises onto her tiptoes. Her hair is wet, loose around her chest and shoulders. It’s drying at the ends. Starting to curl.
She’s so beautiful it makes my chest hurt.
She smiles when she orgasms. This big, beautiful thing that feels like sunrise and looks like freedom. I slide my arm up her back, flattening my palm against her spine to hold her steady as she comes undone.
By the time her breathing evens out, she’s still on her tiptoes.