Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
I could do without Olsen hanging around, but whatever.
I strip naked and climb into bed next to her. She is warm, and affectionate, and soon we are tangled together in a mess of arms and legs.
Despite the fact that I want to fuck her immediately, then fuck her again…
We sleep.
I wake up to a hand jerking me off.
It’s such a familiar feeling, I am smiling and slipping my hand between her legs before I even open my eyes. She gasps, squeezing her legs together. But I don’t withdraw my hand. I push my fingers deep inside her, which makes her squeeze my cock tighter and jerk a little harder.
Sex with us has never been about sex. It’s all about foreplay. We like to touch, and lick, and suck, and moan first. We build up to it. We come several times before the main event ever starts.
This is how it’s always been.
But today, everything feels different.
She comes all over my hand, just as I come all over hers.
But once the initial trembling is over, I grab her hips and roll her on top of me. She smiles down at me through a curtain of thick strawberry-blonde hair and when my gaze wanders between her legs I find her clit peeking out at me from between her neatly-groomed lips. She is slick and my fingers slide easily inside her. I tease her for a moment.
But she’s eager to try things differently this morning too. Because she grabs my cock, gripping it tight, and then lifts her hips up so she can shove me up inside her.
The look on her face when she sinks down—allowing me to fill her up—is worth every moment we’ve spent apart. She rocks back and forth on top of me, grinding into me, driving me wild.
But it’s all too slow.
I want something hard.
I grab her hair and pull her face down to mine. Then I kiss her. It’s the same way I’ve always kissed her. Like I am starving and she is nourishment. Like I am dying of thirst and she is water.
Kissing Nova Ryan is what I have lived for since we first met.
But maybe it’s time to move on?
Maybe fucking her is my new favorite.
I wrap my arms around her, pinning her breasts to my chest, and then fuck her from below. Making my balls slap against her ass.
She struggles under my restraining arms, moaning, and cussing, and acting all wild.
But I don’t give in until she goes stiff, then limp. Coming all over my dick just like she did my hand.
The I flip her over, push her ass cheeks open, and lick her pussy from behind. She is propped up on her elbows, mewling, groaning, whining—and she comes again.
I let her lie there, face down, for a few minutes. Then I scramble onto my knees, crawl up to her head, wrap my hand around my cock and offer it to her.
She opens wide and lets me fuck her face until I come all over her lips.
We rest for a little bit, dozing in and out of sleep.
But then it’s my turn to wake her up.
And I do that by spreading her legs open, climbing on top of her, shoving my cock inside her pussy one more time, and fucking her so slowly, she’s begging me to be rough.
I don’t give in, and in the end, she doesn’t care.
I’m no expert with women. But I know how to please this one.
Tease her.
Let her tease me.
Then fuck her until she’s exhausted.
When we wake, we take a shower. I sit on the marble bench and she sits in my lap.
I lather up her perfect breasts with lavender-scented soap she made by hand, and she scoots her clit back and forth across my cock until she comes again.
Then we just kiss.
It’s like an hour of kissing. We do this until the hot water runs cold and then we rinse off, get out, and fall back into bed.
“Does he sleep in here?” I ask.
She doesn’t ask me who I’m talking about. “Sometimes.” But she does prop herself up on her elbow and stare at me with those green eyes that are so deep, you could get lost in them. “Does it bother you?”
I shake my head. “Fuck no.”
And it doesn’t.
Olsen and I have been in the same bed with Nova Ryan before. And I wouldn’t mind doing that again. So when I picture him with her, I just get hard.
Olsen and I typically attended Institute recruitment weekends together. Mercer was always there too, of course, but he didn’t hang out with us or anything.
Mercer is all business—that’s why they put that guy in charge of shit, I guess.
I mean, while Mercer was interviewing potential recruits, Olsen and I were banging a girl.
She wasn’t recruited.
That was the first time Olsen and I shared, but it was far from the last. Ryan wasn’t even in the top ten as far as chronological order goes. But she’s definitely number one now. For me, for sure. But Olsen wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t serious about getting her back.