Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
The jealousy my last thought instigates is outrageous. It rips through me as dangerously as the jolt of pleasure JR’s next groan does. He appears close to climax, and I’m standing barefoot on shards of glass in anticipation of its arrival.
Will he speak when he comes?
Will he stay mute?
Or will he lock his eyes with mine across the steamy room, forcing me to turn around?
The popping of my eyes out of my head should inform you which route he takes, but in case it doesn’t, he went for choice number three.
“I’m so sorry,” I blubber out before spinning around and snapping my eyes to the wall like I wasn’t eyeballing him with a pair of eyes not belonging to a medical professional. “I need to use the bathroom, but the path is snowed over.” Lying to get myself out of trouble already reveals my level of stupidity when I’m turned on, so forgetting that he can’t hear me since I’m facing away from him ranks low on the inane things I’ve done the past few days.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I sign. “I think the track might be snowed over.”
After breathing out three times, I slowly drift my eyes to the steamy vanity mirror. It isn’t the standard mirror you’d usually find in a rustic cabin. It’s more an industrial sheet of reflective steel tacked to the wall, but it does as intended and allows me to lock my eyes with JR.
“I shouldn’t have watched,” I breathe out slowly, suddenly remorseful. “It was just—” I stop, unsure how to articulate what I just saw before the most brilliant response pops into my head. “Exhilarating.” I shake off the tingles the flare in his eyes causes before responding, “But that doesn’t excuse me for invading your privacy. I shouldn’t have…”
My apology is cut short by the quivered breath that parts my lips when JR re-fists his cock. With his eyes locked on mine and his bottom lip caught between his teeth, he drags his hand to the base of his cock before he returns it to the glistening tip.
When his hand remains circling his thick cock, but it doesn’t move an inch, I squeeze my thighs together, then jerk up my chin, encouraging him to continue.
He does that not even half a second later.
With every second our eyes lock and hold, the tension in the room magnifies. It crackles and hisses in the air, and before my brain can talk me out of it, it has me spinning around to face JR front on. I want him to see what the image of him stroking his cock does to my body. I want him to drink in my pebbled nipples, rosy cheeks, and dilated eyes even more than I want to lap up the glistening bead at the end of his impressive cock.
The droplet of precum grows and grows and grows until it eventually rolls to the underside of his cock’s head and is then gathered by his hand so he can use it to quicken his strokes.
Who knew a bead of precum could be so erotically stimulating? Its descent and ultimate destruction have my panties the dampest they’ve ever been. I’m hot all over and on the verge of begging JR to become a minute-man like Cedric so I can take in the way his eyes dilate when he comes and discover if it will soften his hardened features even more than a peaceful night’s sleep.
I’m so close to having my unvoiced wishes answered, I can taste his arousal on the tip of my tongue. It’s right there, almost in his grasp, then a noise I was seeking two days ago steals my focus from his engorged knob.
Even with the winds last night sounding like a freight train, there’s no mistaking the distinct noise of helicopter blades. They’re so loud, it seems as if they’re hovering right above us.
The hope sees me sprinting for the front door of the cabin even faster than I bolted during my endeavor to protect JR.
JR grunts for me to stop, but I’m out the door and wading through the snow in two heart-thrashing seconds. Then, just as quickly, I wave my arms through the air like my lips aren’t turning a dangerous shade of blue.
“I’m down here!” I scream, certain this is the rescue crew who most likely had to suspend their search due to dangerous conditions. “Hel—”
Before all my plea leaves my mouth, I’m crash tackled from the side. The snow softens the blow of JR’s hit, but I’m winded when he uses his body and a deer skin to conceal us from the rescue helicopter circling above us.
“No… don’t,” I beg through big wheezy breaths when my endeavor to free myself from his hold has JR’s hand inching toward my mouth. He wants to silence me even more than I want to escape his clutch.