Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
There are no easy answers. In fact, there are no answers that do not involve a great deal of funding and risk.
It's nothing that will be solved in a day, or so I tell myself.
When it's late, I head inside, mentally defeated. The table has been set with a colorful tablecloth, a plate of food and a drink left out for me. Maeve is nowhere to be seen. Likely she has already gone to sleep, tired of waiting for me to finish sulking over the situation. Yet she has gone to the trouble to craft a meal for me, and I can see two different kinds of meat on the plate, along with a pair of hard-boiled eggs. Thoughtful.
Maeve is so considerate. I can at least show gratitude for this.
So I sit down, even though I do not feel like eating, and take a bite. The food is cold and has sat here for some time. I will eat it anyhow, because she went to the trouble for me. I take a second bite.
Hands slide over my thighs under the tablecloth.
I jerk in surprise, only to hear Maeve's throaty chuckle. "Don't kick me."
"Wh-why are you hiding under the tablecloth?" I sputter.
"To surprise you. I didn't realize you were going to try and put your knee through my jaw." Her voice is chiding but she continues to slide her hands up my thighs, towards my groin. She rubs a hand over my cock and makes a tsking sound when she finds I am not hard, and immediately sets about correcting that.
I'm stunned at her actions. Has she been waiting under the table just for me to sit down? So she can touch me? She rubs my cock, and even though I am not in the mood, I start to respond. I'd have to be stone not to. "Why are you doing this, Maeve?"
"I kinda thought it was obvious. I'm going to put my mouth on you and make you feel good." She reaches for the belt of my jumpsuit and flicks the auto-fastener, sending it into action. "You put your mouth on me. Why should I not do the same for you?"
"You can. I just..." Kef, it's getting hard to concentrate, especially when she pulls my cock free from my clothing. It's growing hard, and when her hot, wet mouth closes around the tip, I hiss between my teeth and grip my claws into the table. "I just...don't want...pity."
There's a pause. "I'm going to choose not to be offended by that," she says, tone measured. Her hand closes around the base of my shaft and she gives me a squeeze that sends a shiver of delight up my spine. "I wouldn't suck your cock out of pity, okay? I just want to make you feel good for a few minutes. I want to distract you from your troubles, and I know I find getting head distracting. So no, no pity, okay?"
"Very well," I wheeze as her mouth closes over the tip of my cock again. Kef, but that feels incredible. "If you truly want to—"
Her mouth pops off my cock again, and her hand strokes my shaft with quick, squeezing motions. "Just stop talking, Zhur. Let me do my thing. You just be quiet and enjoy...unless you don't want me touching you. In that case, speak up."
"I like you touching me," I admit. I am used to instigating sex with women, because anyone that approaches me usually has an ulterior motive. They want political favors, or to slide into my family's good graces. They want a shipping contract or simply to have it be known that they have shared the Heir's bed.
Maeve has nothing to gain by touching me. She simply wants me to be distracted. To experience pleasure for a few moments. To forget my troubles.
It is difficult to let someone else have control in sexual matters...but today, I give myself over to Maeve and her mouth.
For a moment, I wish to forget everything.
CHAPTER
SEVENTY-SIX
MAEVE
For once, everything's going according to plan.
I'd made food for Zhur, and draped the tablecloth over my table to hide underneath. After all, what cheers a man up more than a surprise blow-job? I crawled into my hiding spot when the perimeter alarm told me that Zhur had left the barn, and it wasn't much longer before he entered the house and sat down. He makes a few comments, but when he relaxes, I know he's mine.
"I like you touching me," he admits, and it adds to my excitement.
There's a delicious sort of power to blowing a guy. Touching Zhur tonight isn't about power, but I can't help but feel strong and sexy and confident as I stroke his now-hardened cock. I love the warm skin under my hands, love how soft it is over a rock-hard organ. I love the sensitive head of his cock and how his breath hitches every time I take it into my mouth. I love that I can toy with his heavy sac, stroking my fingers over each globe and teasing them while I work his shaft.