Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Who definitely can’t.
Logically, I know it’s idiotic.
We’re talking top cheddar of asininity.
Getting a fucking handy, in public, on a plane, by my new girlfriend who could literally get fired if anyone finds out has got to be an action worthy of the Stanley of stupidity.
Yet…here I am.
Casually sliding my shaft out of my sweats.
Sinking into her slow strokes.
Subtly heaving my hips upward to thrust in her warm grasp.
“Fuckthatsgood,” skates past my lips in a hushed tone.
“Couldn’t wait ‘til we got home,” she retorts at a similar volume, prompting my hooded glare to find hers. “Want me to stop?”
“I want you to make me come,” I gruffly confess on another lift. “And I want you to fucking swallow it, Slayer.”
Another round of airy whines precedes Arden increasing her efforts by gripping harder.
Working my entire length.
Smearing precum around and around and around the tip of my dick with the palm of her hand before slathering it down to my balls where she then cups me.
Lightly tugs.
Rolls them around and cups them again leaving me no choice but to chomp down on my bottom lip in hopes of choking down my own moans.
Fuckme, being dumb has never felt so bloody good.
Gradual pumps grow in numbers and intensity to the point I can longer command myself to remain still.
Painfully quiet, yeah, but idle to an onlooker, no.
Fuck no.
Arden harshens her hold, angles her wrist, and clutches my cock at the perfect position so that the ridges of her slick fingers add seat levitating friction to what was already the best hand job I’ve ever had.
I jerk up when she slides down.
Crumple the booklet when she tugs my nuts.
Grind into her sloppier and slipperier twisting and turning while watching the blanket inch further and further down, continuously exposing more of our taboo actions until it hits my ankles, at which point she swallows my cock.
Traps it in her throat.
Lets the soaking wet muscles constrict just enough to finish off the work of her hand.
Coming can’t be stopped, and neither can my fingers firmly planting themselves on the back of her head to guarantee she fulfils the earlier request. “Fuckyes, Slayer,” airily trickles free at the same time I savagely grab onto her messy bun. “Swallow.” Feeling her throat ceaselessly work to guzzle down the blazing bursts has me clamping my eyes shut. “Keep swallowing.” I nail my head against the back of the seat and shakily grumble the only thing I now want more than a championship this season, “Swallow every last drop for me.”
Chapter 14
Arden
“You look like shit,” sneers my sibling from the bench space beside me. “Like you haven’t slept in bloody ages.”
That’s because I haven’t.
I think over the past two nights Tanner and I may have a combined six hours.
Apparently, we’re in an orgasm war.
And I’m losing.
Yet winning.
Gahhhhh, am I winning.
Lightly tugging my gray cropped hoodie upward to better hide the hickey he insisted on branding me with when I told him to let the bruises fade is attached to me gagging, “Could you seriously penalty box that fake Brit shit?” Adjusting my longer jacket that’s layered on top is done next. “No one likes it.”
“Frosky does.”
“He doesn’t,” I correct without leaving room for argument. “And now that we’re on the subject of things he doesn’t really like, why are you here?” Our eyes momentarily lock as Bass blows the whistle to start their latest skating drill. “Bothering me during my shift.” My hands fold together on the flat surface between the spaced-out water bottles. “Preventing me from enjoying a mashup of Flogging Molly and stick taps.”
“You shouldn’t listen to sex shows at work.”
“They’re a band,” Khurana casually defends. “And not one I was aware you liked.”
“They’ve…grown on me.”
Primarily because they’re one of Tanner’s favorites.
“What other types of music do you like?” inquires the camera man I usually miss a bit more than I have.
“Kangaroo Kunt can’t really hear music enough to like it,” teases the female I won’t get fined for twat punching.
“Don’t you have something more important to do with your time like campaigning for illiteracy to remain prevalent or preventing Excalibur from being pulled out of the stone?”
“Someone drove a car into a rock?”
There’s no stopping my eyes from briefly falling shut in exasperation.
I should’ve done the world a favor and eaten her in the womb.
Had I been more responsible from pre-birth, my life would be so much better.
And I would’ve ended up with the one apparently meant for me a lot sooner.
Despite knowing she’d lie to my face, I don’t wanna not ask.
I don’t wanna not know the truth.
Did she really know he thought she was me and fuck him anyway?
And if so…why?
Why so desperate to not let me have something?
We’re not four anymore, ya know?
We can each have our own customized playthings.
“You working on something else for LMC?” Khurana investigates causing me to relocate my attention back to my DNA twin. “Merch?”