Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
His throat bobs with a swallow, but he doesn’t answer, mesmerized. I can see even in the dusky night how every cell in his skin is risen to a goose bump. His eyes glittering with want. I’ve never felt so beautiful from the outside…and ugly from within.
I glide my gaze down from his sculpted face to his crotch, and I can see he is fully hard behind his sweatpants. It looks like he stuffed an entire bologna into his boxers.
“Wow, Lev, you’re packin’.” I can’t believe I’m saying this to the boy whose tears I dried each night for months. Vicodin is hella potent. “How does Thalia take it?”
“Eagerly,” he deadpans.
The thought of her fills me with fresh anger, and I decide to retaliate by unclasping my bra and pushing down my panties. I stand before him naked.
He’s never seen me like this. Completely bare. Ten seconds pass. Then thirty. Neither of us says anything. His eyes are roaming.
“Search me for drugs,” I croak. A dare. “Just try not to come in your pants when you do.”
Lev doesn’t move. He looks somewhere between haunted and bored. “Just because I popped a boner, doesn’t mean I want to touch your ass.”
I take a seat on the edge of the hot tub and open my thighs wide. He can’t stop looking. Based on the imprint of his bulge against his sweatpants, dude is so packed, he could fill an entire U-Haul truck. I want to crawl the length between us, slip his dick out, and blow him. It’d be a first for me, but I think I’d be good at it.
“Here.” I create a V shape with my index and middle fingers, parting the pink lips between my thighs, showing him the inside of my pussy.
His mouth hangs open. His eyes darken to a point they aren’t green anymore. But he doesn’t step closer. Doesn’t take the bait. “See? No drugs inside.”
His jaw sets, his thick brows slamming together. “Push a finger in, curl, and pull out slowly.”
“Didn’t know my best friend is a kinkster.”
“Your best friend wants to see that pussy is as empty as your brain is right now.”
Slowly, I push my index finger into myself and curl. I hit my G-spot and moan loudly.
I hear Lev’s breath catch as I pull out my finger slowly and erect it in the air between us as proof. It is glistening with my juices. “Happy?”
“You have no idea.” He glowers under hooded eyes, his cuttingly sharp cheekbones bright red now, matching the tips of his ears.
We’re both panting and moaning like our hands are all over each other even though we are at least six feet apart. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet and turned on in my entire life.
“I can do that again if you’re still skeptical.” I begin stroking myself in front of him, pushing my finger in and out, playing with myself.
I’m wet. So wet he can hear the slurps my fingers produce. And the best part is, I’m too high to be embarrassed. “Should I stop?”
He doesn’t answer. My nipples pucker.
I’m almost there and it feels so good being watched by him. “Aww.” I pout. “Not so mighty and holy now, are you, Lev? Everyone’s best football hero likes watching his unrequited love getting off.”
I keep on stroking, becoming wetter and wetter in front of him. He licks his lips, and I can tell he wants to step closer. Get a better look. I know I’m taking advantage of the fact he wants me, but I can’t help it.
I slip a finger in and groan. I’m going to get off if I don’t stop soon.
“Pussy’s clean,” Lev snaps suddenly, his tone ominous. “Mouth’s full of filth but not drugs. Now turn around and show me your ass.”
Marx, I love it when he is being mean and bossy. The opposite of his usual sensible aura.
I’m probably going to be mortified when the high wears off, but right now it feels like I’m a dove cutting through the clouds with its wings, kissing the edge of the universe.
“For drugs, right?” I snort out, calling him out on his bullshit.
“Nah, I wanna see if you’re hiding Flight 19 in there,” he retorts dryly, rearranging his junk in his sweatpants.
“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you,” I murmur.
“A drug addiction doesn’t suit you,” he retorts.
“How do you wanna do it?” I huff.
“Bend over the hot tub and open your ass cheeks nice and wide for me.”
Holy hell. He is serious about this.
I do as he says, resting my breasts over the cold stone. My butt is wide-open, my skin stretched tightly around my tight hole.
I can hear him behind me sauntering toward me, and my pussy is throbbing, dripping down my thighs, I’m so turned on. Lev and I are going to hook up now. He is going to confess his love for me. He is strong but not inhuman. He’s been fantasizing about this for years.