Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
I don’t want to be the wallflower who’s so invisible I get sat on in class anymore. I don’t want to be Essie’s weird little sister. I want to be the hot warrior princess who can toss around a two-hundred-plus-pound hockey player. I can be forward. I can channel my inner Arwen, just like O said. I can go for what I want. Which is…what exactly?
To watch Chase get himself off? I conjure that image for a moment. Chase’s big hand curved around what I imagine will be an equally big cock, stroking away. Based on the way everything below the waist starts pinging, I’m definitely down with at least watching if he is.
Decision made, I throw off the covers and pull the hoodie over my head, tossing it on the bed. I will not sit on the bench and twiddle my thumbs while Chase is getting himself off in the bathroom. The bow I tied on my university-issued pants comes undone with a quick tug and they immediately drop to the floor.
I cross the room and grab the door handle. But then I pause. I can’t just bust in there. I’m about to knock when his muffled groan filters through the door.
“Ah, fuck. That’s it.” A low groan follows.
I knock softly. “Chase?”
“Fuck. Just give me a minute.”
My mouth goes dry and my fingers twitch as I grip the doorknob. I can do this. I want to do this. I slowly, carefully, quietly turn the knob. Taking a deep breath, I open it a crack.
Chase has one hand planted on the vanity. The other grips his impressive cock. I was so right about the size. It matches the rest of him. His gaze shifts toward the door and when his eyes meet mine, I surprise myself by not issuing an apology, slamming the door shut, and making a hasty retreat under the covers.
Instead, I lick my lips and channel my inner seductress, which I was unaware existed at all until this very moment. “Please don’t stop.”
Chase’s eyes flare as his cheeks turn pink. But he doesn’t make a move to tuck himself back into his pajama pants, which I take as a green light. He seems confused, but also intrigued.
My eyes drop as he gives his cock a tentative stroke. I push the door open, my gaze raking over him greedily. He’s just so fucking beautiful. Broad shoulders, defined biceps, tight forearms, thick chest, and rolling abs. His pajama pants have been pushed down so one deliciously round globe of tight ass is on display.
His thumb smooths over the head as he drags his fist back down. My entire body heats, a flush working its way from the tip of my toes to the top of my head.
I lean casually against the doorframe and finger the bottom of my shirt. “If you’re getting off, so am I.”
He blinks twice, licks his bottom lip, and nods. “Yeah. Yes. That…I want that.”
His eagerness bolsters my confidence. I slowly drag the hem of the stupidly oversized shirt up, revealing bare thighs, but stop when I reach the apex of them. I slide a single finger between my folds and circle my clit.
Chase’s rhythm falters, eyes flipping between my face and where my finger dips between my thighs. He pats the top of the vanity. “You should sit up here. It’ll be better for you.”
As I hop up on the cold marble, I notice that my underwear is no longer tucked under my shirt. Interesting. I hike the shirt up, gathering it at my waist and tying a knot so it doesn’t get in the way. I can’t believe I’m about to have a mutual masturbation session. With the hot hockey player I’ve been lusting after for the past two months. This better not be a fever dream.
Chase seems to stop breathing as I part my thighs and reveal myself.
“Oh my fucking God,” he groans.
My ego inflates a little more. I turn Chase on. Me. Despite how wet I already am, I slip my index finger between my lips. Chase’s gaze turns molten as I lower my hand between my thighs and gently circle my clit.
“Fuck. Wait.” He steps closer, chest heaving. His eyes are wild as they move from my face to where my finger presses against my hot button, paralyzed with fear and uncertainty. Did I get this all wrong? Misread the signs?
“I want to make you come.” He rolls his shoulders back. “If you want me to, that is.”
I cock my head, considering my words carefully. I go with the most brazen, blush-inducing phrase I’ve ever uttered to a guy I want to get with. “You want to touch my precious?” Except I meant to say pussy, but it’s too late to take it back.
“Fuck. Yes.” His grip on his cock tightens and his eyes fall closed as he exhales in a rush. When they open again, they’re an inferno of lust. “Please say that again.”