Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
The fake-out maneuver makes her gasp and reach out to grip my arms.
She’s not the only one who can tease.
“Luke,” she breathes.
“Yes, Holly?” I unzip her costume a little farther. “You’ve gotten yourself in quite a sticky situation.” Cupping her breast, I swirl more of the whipped cream onto my tongue and shift my attention to her nipple. “You’re right,” I tell her. “This is delicious.”
She moans. “This is much better than sleeping. That’s what I was going to say. We should make the most of tonight. We’re adults. We’re friends. We’ve already had sex.”
I lift my head, relief flooding my chest. “That we have.” And we’re about to again as soon as she stops laying out her rationale…
“Adult sleepovers should go all night. Nobody will be here for hours. We agreed this is the only time we’re doing this.” She ticks the points off on her fingers one by one. “Besides, I haven’t gotten to taste you.” She bobs a brow in a way that makes it perfectly clear what she has in mind for me.
I like that idea. I want to experience that idea. I want to feel and watch Holly taking my cock into her mouth.
But before I can react to that incredibly valid and arousing point, she’s pulled the waistband of my pants out and shot whipped cream straight down the front. It’s cold and messy and I jerk a little, but can’t help laughing. “You are a naughty, naughty woman. Come here.”
I grab her and roll her over, switching our positions, while she lets out a startled shriek.
“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly, sprawled across me, her soft and sticky chest colliding with mine.
Everything about her feels amazing, even with whipped cream in my pants.
On my back, I drag my zipper down. “I’m letting you take the reins for a minute or two.” I squeeze her ass to encourage her. “Do what you will, Miss Hadley. I won’t stop you.”
“No?” she asks, tilting her adorable head.
The flames from the fire are flickering, creating dancing shadows across her face. Suddenly, I have a foreign sensation in my gut. Deny this woman anything? It is hard to imagine.
“Trust me—no interruptions,” I tell her.
“Oooh la la, carte blanche?” she asks as she settles onto my thighs. “See, I do know some French.”
“You sound deliciously French.” I rest my palms lightly on her waist, inside the costume. We never should have gotten dressed again. I feel intensely irritated by all the fabric covering Holly.
My pants are also filled with whipped cream that is rapidly melting through the fabric. That’s going to make for an interesting explanation tomorrow when Elliot comes to retrieve me. Not that I care. And not that my brother makes a habit of staring at my crotch.
Holly is still holding the whipped cream can. She tells me, “Open up.”
I do, without hesitation. She shoots a little dollop into my mouth. I swallow the sweetness. “Your aim is improving.”
“I missed on purpose before,” she says with a gleeful shrug, as if I don’t know that.
But the confession still makes me grin.
I’m wound pretty tight most of the time. This whole situation should have me behaving like a surly asshat—being stranded with no power, obviously, not the sex. And honestly, I can’t say I would appreciate another woman shooting whipped cream down my pants.
But it’s different with Holly. Holly’s just… Holly, a curvy ray of sunshine—one I need back on my cock as soon as humanly possible.
“Take my pants off,” I say.
“Hey. I’m running the show here, remember? I know what I’m doing, Luke.” Holly squirts the whipped cream on first one of her nipples, then the other.
I groan. “I can’t argue with that.”
I reach for her, but she smacks my hand before wagging a finger at my face. “No touching, mister. Carte blanche, remember?”
I held my hands up. “Okay, sorry, do your thing. I am your humble and obedient servant.”
“Thank you,” she says demurely, even as she leans forward and delivers her nipples to my eager mouth, one at a time, making my blood pressure spike as I lick them clean. When I’m finished, her breath is coming faster as she shimmies her costume down over her shoulders and past her hips.
It’s a lot of wiggling. My erection is more insistent than ever. Flag’s up, ready to go.
She never put her panties back on so now her soft warmth is pressing against me as well. I’m about two seconds away from breaking my promise to let her lead by pinning her sexy ass flat on the mat and taking her hard.
Then she shifts lower and suddenly her mouth is on me.
Holly is enthusiastic in her attentions. I don’t know if it’s me or the remnants of the whipped cream she’s so intent on devouring but I don’t care. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on enjoying the sensation of her warm mouth and her slick little tongue. She’s gripping the base of me now and everything feels tight and hot in the dim room.