Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Briggs grabs my thighs and spreads them apart further.
“No one is going to see us. Now close your eyes and enjoy this,” Briggs orders, and I obliged. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on the feeling between my legs where Briggs continues running his tongue down my slit. He pushes the tip of his tongue into my entrance, making me moan.
I don’t even notice how I push my hips toward his mouth until he chuckles against my sensitive skin. My face heats in embarrassment, but I push the feeling away and let myself feel the pleasure instead. A pleasure that’s steadily rising.
“Oh my god, this feels so good,” I moan, as Briggs comes back to suck my clit until I feel a warmth gathering in my core, and a tingle at the back of my spine tells me I’m about to explode. And then I do. Arching my back, I orgasm with a strangled moan, grinding my pussy against Briggs’s face shamelessly.
He licks and nibbles on my clit through my release until I slowly come down from my earth-shattering orgasm.
“You taste good when you come on my tongue,” Briggs says, licking his lips clean.
“What did you mean by giving me a first?”
“I’ve never gone down on a girl before,” he admits. “You are my first.”
I let that information sink in and a warm feeling spreads through my chest. I don’t know what is happening between us, but it feels good, feels so right.
“Come here and taste yourself.” He opens his arms, and I place my hands on his shoulders to lower myself back into the water.
He holds me tight as I bring my lips to his in a searing kiss. I open my mouth for him and his tongue finds mine in the next instant. I taste myself on his tongue, making the kiss even more erotic.
We stay like this in the pool for a while, our bodies tangled, our tongues dancing, and for a while, it’s just us two. No one else exists.
30
BRIGGS
After I kiss Tia goodnight, I exit her room and walk downstairs into the kitchen. I grab a bottle of vodka from the fridge. Taking two shot glasses out of the cabinet, I carry everything back upstairs and into my room.
I find Wren in her usual spot on my bed, sitting with her legs crossed and homework on her lap. Her nose is buried in a book, but her pale blue eyes find mine when I come in.
“Oooh, what’s this?” She nods toward the items in my hands.
“I brought you some booze. I figure we can have a few shots.”
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” She accuses right away. Before I can answer, she adds, “Because you don’t have to, to get in my pants.”
“Oh, I’m well aware of how much you like me in your pants, little bird.” I take a seat on the edge of the mattress.
“Then why are we getting drunk?” She raises an eyebrow.
“Just to have fun,” I lie. I do have a reason to get her drunk. It’s just not to get in her pants.
“I don’t know,” she says, sounding unsure.
“You had fun with Maya at the party. Why can’t you have fun like that with me?”
“I can,” she defends, still looking unsure. “Fine, pour me a shot.”
“Atta girl,” I tease before unscrewing the bottle and pouring us two shots, filling it to the rim.
“Jesus, that’s a double!” Wren whines, but takes the glass anyway.
“Don’t be a pussy and take it.” I grab my own glass and bring it to my lips. Wren does the same, bringing her glass to her plump lips while holding my gaze. We tip our glasses back in unison. The cold liquid flows onto my tongue and down my throat, leaving a burning sensation behind.
Wren’s face scrunches up at the bad taste, but she quickly recovers. “That was a lot for one shot.” She giggles, handing me her glass back. I take it and set it onto the nightstand next to the bottle.
“You took that like a champ. I’m impressed.”
“Thanks.” She licks her lips, drawing my attention to her very kissable mouth.
“You are looking at me like you want in my pants, after all.” Wren grins at me suggestively.
I lean into her, so our faces almost touch. “Fucking you is always on my mind, bird, but right now, I just want to get drunk with you.”
“All right, big boy, pour us another shot then,” Wren quips boldly, surprising the hell out of me.
“As you wish.” I grin at her while pouring us another shot.
We take it as quickly as we did the first one, only this time Wren barely makes a face when swallowing the pure alcohol. “All right, I think that’s enough for me.”
“Only two shots, and you bow out?”
“Those were two doubles!” Wren exclaims, already slurring slightly. “We basically took four shots already.”