Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“Gage, what are you—” Before I could finish my sentence, his mouth was on my mound, pushing aside the thin swatch of fabric from my thong with his tongue.
“Gage,” I whispered, my hands gripped around the armrests on either side of me.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he murmured into my folds. “Keep quiet so I’m the only one who hears you. Don’t want to share even the sound of your pretty voice as you pant my name.”
The way his heated stare met mine as he slid a finger through my wetness had me forgetting what I was worried about. I moaned, leaning farther into the seat. He murmured his appreciation into my folds, his mouth suctioning onto my clit as he inched his finger inside me.
He wasn’t even in that far, but the sensation of being filled by his thick digit already had me close to the edge. I gasped for air, my hands flying from the armrest to his dark hair, fisting it between my fingers.
He moaned into my core, slowly adding another finger as he sucked harder on my clit.
My whole body vibrated as my orgasm ripped through me. I rocked hard against his face, riding out my climax as he licked up every last drop.
“Gage, that was…” I tried to catch my breath as I gasped for words, struggling to come up with the right words to explain what I’d just experienced. For the very first time. “Wow.”
“I’m not done with you yet,” he replied, wiping my essence from his chin.
Before I could react, my seat belt was undone, and he pulled me toward him, tasting my own saltiness on his tongue as he kissed me deeply.
This was what I had been missing all these years. No one was as passionate as Gage about football, gaming…or me.
My leggings had fallen to the floor as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing myself as close as I could get to him. Obviously, it wasn’t enough as he growled into my mouth, pulling me back until he was seated on the couch across from us with me straddling his lap.
I pouted, breaking our kiss. “You know this isn’t fair that I’m half naked and you’re still fully clothed.”
He smiled, using his free hand to whip off his shirt, so I finally got to see the tanned expanse of his muscled body. But something else caught my eye, gleaming in the sunlight streaming in from the plane windows.
“Is that real?” I asked, running my fingers down his pecs and nudging the silver hoop through his left nipple.
“Tug on it and see.”
I moved my hand closer, but he grabbed it, shaking his head. “With your mouth.”
“But what if I hurt you?” I whispered.
He kissed the back of my hand. “You could never hurt me.”
His words warmed my heart —and my already aching mound —as I pushed closer, running my tongue around the silver hoop before swirling it around his hardened nipple.
“Fuck, Rory, you have an amazing mouth,” he murmured, his hand going to the back of my head and running his fingers through my corkscrew curls.
I smiled against his skin, gently biting his nipple before sucking harder. But I must have done something wrong because he pulled my head back, his eyes on fire as he gazed up at me.
“I’m…I’m sorry,” I stammered, mortified over messing up the steamy moment between us.
He shook his head and stroked a finger down my cheek. “Don’t be sorry, baby. That felt too damn good, and the first time I’m going to come with you, I want to be in your tight little pussy. Not in my jeans from you just sucking my nipple.”
“Oh.” A shiver raced up my spine at the sensual promise in his heated tone. “Then…um…I guess we should stop?”
“We probably should.” His finger slid down my neck and along my collarbone, sending goose bumps in its wake. “Your first time should be somewhere special.”
I bit my bottom lip with a laugh. “Joining the mile-high club while losing my virginity sounds pretty darn special to me.”
“You think so?” He tugged my finger away and leaned forward to nip at my lip. “It’s not just the orgasm talking? The last thing I want is for you to regret anything about us.”
“That’s never going to happen.”
My reassurance was all he needed to snap into motion, shifting my hips high enough so he could pull his jeans and boxer briefs down, freeing his hard length. I looked down at the massiveness of his shaft, precome already leaking from the tip. “Except maybe trying to make that fit.”
“Where’s my fierce little nerd, who probably knows the exact science behind how my cock is gonna be a perfect fit for your tight pussy?”
His teasing snapped me out of my stupor, and I aimed a grin at him. “I probably should avoid doing that, or else I really will spoil the moment.”