Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Was he going to…
Oh yes, he was…
Pushing her legs apart even wider, he licked a line along the inside of one thigh until he got to the apex, then shoved his face against her pussy, his mouth clamping onto her clit. Her hips jumped as he sucked it hard, not even close to being tender.
The man was on a mission.
He was taking what he wanted with zero apologies.
She had no plans on asking him for one, anyway.
This was what she had thought about earlier as she masturbated. Maybe not doing it in the bathroom, but everything else…
Oh yeah.
She curled the fingers of both hands into his hair, and fisted them tightly to keep him there. Tilting her hips, she gave him even better access while also encouraging him to lick more, suck harder and fuck her with his tongue.
He did that and more.
Sliding two fingers into her wetness, he drove them in and out. She had just done this herself not long ago, but, admittedly, him doing it was so much better.
Especially with his lips on her.
That was the icing on her cake.
He sucked each labia into his mouth so roughly, she whimpered, but did not tell him to stop.
Clearly, this was a man wanting to pleasure her first before he took his own. He didn’t have to drop to his knees on the bathroom floor.
He wanted to.
He wasn’t making this all about himself. She was a part of the equation.
What he was doing made her realize he was the type of man who got pleasure out of giving it. That shouldn’t be a novel concept when it came to sex.
She had no choice in choosing her last “lover.” And she was so damn thankful he never ended up being an actual lover at all. What she had to do to keep from having her cover blown had been completely involuntary and part of the job.
If she hadn’t, she would have failed. And for her, failure was not an option.
But with Fletch, having sex with him was her choice. She craved him.
Even if it would make a complete fucking mess when it came to them working together.
Even if the bathroom wasn’t the most ideal situation for what they were doing.
Even if…
No. None of that mattered. What Fletch was doing to her was the only thing that mattered right now.
And what he was doing was…
Her head dropped back, her mouth opened and…
An orgasm tore through her, curling her toes. Her cries making him dig the fingers of his left hand into her thigh even harder, to the point of pain.
He slipped his other fingers from her still pulsing pussy but kept stroking her with his tongue, more gently now to capture the results of his handiwork, until the last wave of her climax faded away.
When it did, he rose to his feet. She opened her eyes and they stared at each other. She only imagined his look of surprise, bordering on shock, was mirrored on hers.
She whispered the only thing that came to her because that single word said it all. “Damn.”
His lips and the short wiry hairs surrounding them were shiny and she was sure if she kissed him, she would taste herself. But her mind wasn’t on kissing him right now. It was on the hard length pressing against his skin-tight boxer briefs.
And the dark spot forming on the fabric where the tip was.
When she lifted her eyes, he said, “Know this is fucking wrong.”
“Of course it is, but we’re going to do it anyway.” Unless one of them found the strength to walk away like he had earlier.
A tortured expression crossed his face. “Tell me no, Nova. Tell me no so I can walk out of this bathroom and avoid this mistake.”
Yes, it most likely would be a mistake but no, she didn’t want anything else. “I won’t.”
“You want this as much as me.”
Untrue. Because she didn’t want this as much as he did, she wanted it… “More.”
“Impossible.”
“Prove it to me, then,” she challenged him.
He nodded slightly and when a look of concern crossed his face, he reached past her to pull open the mirrored medicine cabinet. “Oh, thank fuck.”
When a strip of three condoms appeared in his hand, “thank fuck” also whispered through her head. She might be on birth control, but that didn’t mean she wanted to fuck a man she hardly knew without more protection than what her Pill provided.
“They’re not expired, right?” Because who knew when they were put in the cabinet or by whom.
He scanned them. “No. If they were, I have more in my bag.”
A bag in another room. And if he left the bathroom right now, one or both of them could come to their senses and stop this whole scenario in its tracks.
On one hand, she was thankful the condoms weren’t expired, on the other… It might have been better if they were.