Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
I toss my yoga pants and underwear to my floor and then sprawl across my bed.
He wants to listen? To come when I come?
Fine.
I’ll make him as frantic as I feel. In the end, we’ll both finish, but his desperation will be high tonight.
Tonight, I have no reason to hold in my cries, no need to try to control my breathing. I’m hot, and I need to finish.
And I need a good one.
Tossing my vibrator to the side, I lick two fingers on my left hand, already making my way to my center with the right.
I slide my fingers down, coating them with myself, and then drag them up to lightly rub my clit.
My hips buck at the contact, my left hand gripping my breast hard, sliding my wet fingers to pinch my nipple. The warm, wet spit mixing with the light grip sends me into a tailspin. I slide a finger inside myself, a moan making its way through my chest, low and needy.
Then, I hear him.
His rapid intake of air, the sound of his zipper lowering, the shuffle of his jeans falling to the floor.
My head presses into my pillow more, my mouth parting as I slide another finger inside myself. My back bows as the tips of my fingers glide down my stomach, my muscles tightening the closer they get to my clit. My pussy squeezes around my knuckles as I roll my clit between the pad of my thumb and forefinger.
“Mmm … fuck.” I clamp my eyes closed.
Right then, Alec moans, and adrenaline surges through me, goose bumps rising across every inch of my skin.
The sounds he’s making, they’re completely wild, deep grunts and uncontrollable groans. He doesn’t even attempt to hide his level of arousal, and it spurs me like it shouldn’t, driving me to make his need to come stronger, irrepressible.
Switching hands, I blindly reach over, feeling around for my vibrator.
Once it’s in my hand, I click it on, and Alec growls.
It’s angry and desperate; he’s jealous of my toy.
Good.
Lube isn’t needed; I’m so fucking hot, so I slide it inside, instantly crying out, my toes curling into the sheets, knees completely bent and in the air now.
I slide back on my pillow to get a better angle and make the mistake of opening my eyes.
Every muscle in my body locks.
Completely fucking naked and glowing from the light sneaking in from the hall, Alec stands inside my door. He’s leaning against my wall with one hand on his dick, the other gripping his neck.
His muscles constricting with every stroke, he pants, watching me watch him. His tongue pokes out, sliding across his lips before he bites into the sandy-pink flesh, and goddamn if I don’t want a taste.
I inhale deeply, grinding against the vibrator that I have stilled inside me.
“Pull it out, nice and slow,” he pants.
I glare at him, but for some reason, I do as he said, slowly sliding it out of me.
“Let the need build; let it consume every fucking inch of you.”
His face tightens as he squeezes his dick, and I sneakily tweak my nipple to feel something.
He stares, his greedy eyes covering every inch of what he can see.
I shift my leg, and the vibrator slips in some, making my hips lift into it.
“Spin it. Push it back in while you do.”
“Ooh … fuuck,” I whine, whimpering and squirming.
I’m so close. I pull one leg up, sliding my free hand beneath it to grip my ass, pinching it as I roll.
My pants increase, not stopping this time. I quickly drop my leg and bring my hand to my clit, pushing down as I frantically fuck myself with the vibrator.
“There we go. Chase it. Fucking come, Oakley.”
And I do, long and hard and to the sound of his release.
To the thought of his hands on my body.
To the want of his dick inside me.
I try to catch my breath, but before I have time to come down from that unthinkable high, Alec speaks, “Now, you’ll never be able to fuck him without thinking of me.”
With that, he storms out, slamming the door behind him, and I could almost laugh.
He’s such a prideful man, pushing before he can be pushed. His defense mechanism.
I wait to feel dirty, humiliated by his words and quick retreat, but it never comes.
In fact, I feel empowered. Desired.
Seen.
Chapter Twelve
Oakley
“For real, don’t worry about it. I’m bummed about girls’ day, but I’ll live. Unlike half of these patients I’m working with,” Havannah whispers into the phone, making me laugh. “But enough of that. How goes it with the bigheaded Blaze?”
My face heats at the mention of Alec. I told her everything before the other night, minus the reasons he’s here. “Han, he’s … intense. Different than I expected but in a good way.”
“Ooh,” she teases. “Are we feelin’ him?”