Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“Not all over.” Although my cock feels like it got hit by a two-ton truck. That’s how much it aches.
“Why do you play if it hurts you?”
“You can’t feel it during the game. It’s just adrenaline and the need to win. Everything else is incidental. It hurts when you lie down, when your mind isn’t on the game anymore.”
Her touches are growing stronger, bolder. Her fingers run over my shoulder blade, skipping along the ridge of my spine. There’s a soft touch at my waist and a press against the dimples in my low back. I lock my knees so I don’t start grinding against the mattress.
“If I kiss it, will it make it better?”
“Don’t know,” I answer honestly. “I’ve never been kissed there before.”
“Never?”
“Nope.”
Her hand stops. “Why not? Or maybe better question, why me?”
“Why not you?”
“Look at me.”
I crane my neck over my shoulder. I can only see her lush red hair and her pretty face. “I am and I have and will do more looking in the future. I’m also willing to look at you when you’re not wearing any clothes if you want me to really inspect you.”
“You know that’s not what I mean.” She wrinkles her nose.
“You’re hot and smart and funny. Why not you?”
“Seems like you could have so many others.”
“The others aren’t you.” I flip over on my back and pull her on top of me. Her hands flutter in the air, as if she’s not sure what she’s allowed to touch. I capture her wrists and place her hands against my pecs. I wrap my hands around the length of her hair and tug her head down until her mouth is a scant inch away from mine.
“Do your lips hurt?”
“You should check and see.”
“Doctors don’t use their mouths to diagnose things.”
“They should. It would lead to better outcomes.”
“So if I become a doctor, I should go around kissing all my patients.”
“Your workload will have only one patient: me.”
“This seems to be a ploy to get me to kiss you.”
“Can’t pull one over on you. Too smart for me.”
“I think anyone could deduce that given that we are in bed, I’m straddling you, and you have a giant hard-on pressing against my ass.”
“If you moved a tad lower, the giant hard-on would be against your pussy, and we’d both feel better.”
“Should we slow down?”
“Any slower and I might die.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want that.”
Chapter
Seventeen
FLEUR
Iflex my fingers against his broad warm chest as I lean down to kiss him. The moment our lips touch, Van slips his hands under my shirt to glide up my back in a gentle caress. The way his hands feel on me only spurs me on more. I lick the seam on his mouth. He opens for me, his tongue stroking mine. He’s slow, letting me take my time.
Without thinking, my hips thrust down, causing my clit to rub against his cock. “That’s it,” he encourages. His hand comes around to cup one of my breasts. He drags his thumb across my nipple making my chest thrust out, pushing me to sit up more as I rock myself. It feels so damn good. I want this with him, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I may not be ready to admit that out loud, but internally I know it’s true.
I start off slowly, rocking myself back and forth, getting used to it. I wish I could see Van’s face more clearly, but the darkness helps me to be bold.
“Take it off, Red.” He pushes my shirt up my stomach halfway. I don’t let myself think; I just do. I pull it off, leaving me straddling him in his bed in only a pair of his boxes. “Fuck.” His hands cup both of my breasts at the same time, giving them both attention. “Perfect handful.” I whimper when he tugs on one.
“Van.” I breathe out his name, letting him know that I need more.
“Be shameless, Red. Take what you want.” His words embolden me, allowing me to push all of my insecurities and uncertainties to the back of my mind. There’s never been a time that I’ve felt more connected to anyone than I do him at this moment.
I dig my fingers into his chest and rock faster, chasing after the pleasure. Van lets out a groan. As my orgasm draws closer, my hips move more frantically. My panties start to soak through, making them stick to me. I’m so close, but I can’t get there. I need more.
“Please,” I beg, knowing whatever I need Van can give me.
Van sits up, wrapping his arm around my waist to keep me pressed against his cock. His bare chest meets mine as he claims my mouth. He thrusts up, matching my rhythm and giving me exactly what I need. I feel his fingers sink into my hair. He pulls it back, making me release our kiss. His mouth goes to my neck. He rakes his teeth across it before sucking and kissing. My entire body feels like it’s on fire.