Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
The ride to my apartment from the hospital took fourteen minutes.
The entire time I was acutely aware of Trance. His eyes never strayed from the road, but the air in the car felt stifling with the sexual tension rolling off him.
I could feel the anticipation hanging between us. I knew he was very aware of my movements, my breathing, and of my need for him.
The same went for me. Although I wasn’t looking at him, my body seemed to feel it when his moved, subtly changing positions as to get as close to him as possible, yet not touching him.
Somehow, I knew that if I touched him, we wouldn’t be making it home. He’d pull over to the side of the road, and take me, regardless of the consequences.
I knew he’d be coming over tonight after his shift. There was only so much a person could take before they couldn’t stand it anymore, and Trance and I were at that breaking point.
What I hadn’t expected was for him to call in and report that he was off duty for a while.
Was there some sort of code that said you needed some sex, and that you’d be back in ten?
Chapter 9
If I were a ghost, I’d haunt people by knocking on their window as soon as they started masturbating.
-A text from Viddy to Trance
Viddy
“Unit 5-2 Code 7.” Trance said into the mic at his shoulder.
My heart started pounding.
The look in his eyes was utterly scary.
A good scary, but still scary.
He looked like he was about to devour me from the toes up.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked in surprise.
The hand that was at his gun belt finally worked the link loose, and he dropped his belt onto the couch with a loud thunk. Then he unbuttoned the top most button on his shirt, grabbed it by the back of his collar, and drew it over his head in one fluid motion.
The shirt went to the same place as the belt, and then he started on the Velcro straps that held his Kevlar vest on. With three quick tugs, he had each Velcro strap released, and he was pulling the vest off in hasty, jerky movements.
“Jesus, you should play strip poker with all the clothes you have on. I’d bet you’d win!” I chattered nervously.
His eyes never wavered, but the sparkle in his eyes told me he was amused by my nervousness. They pretty much said, ‘As well you should be. I’m about to devour you.’
His white t-shirt was next, followed by the button on his pants.
In response to that sparkle in his eye, I, of course, blurted out the most embarrassing thing that I’d ever uttered. “I’m a virgin!”
The hands that were in the process of pushing his pants down his hips froze in their tracks, and a feral, almost satisfied look, came over him right about the time his hands found my hair.
In between kisses, I explained. “Well, not a virgin, per say. I’ve popped my own cherry with numerous dildos in the past ten years.”
I was pulled forward, one arm around my neck and the other hand having a full grip of my hair, until I was flush against his naked chest.
“You couldn’t have said anything sexier to me right now.” He growled, and then my body was flying through the air.
I wound up on his shoulder, staring at his fine ass.
His pants were riding low, just barely giving me a peek of the muscular globes of his ass.
Not able to control myself, I placed a hot, open mouth kiss on each cheek before taking my hands and shoving them down his pants. I cupped the perfection, letting my nails dig in when his grip tightened across my back.
“Stop it,” he said smacking my ass. “You’ve already thoroughly ruined my control in the car with your teasing. Keep it up and it won’t be what you need. It’ll be rough, raw, and dirty.”
“I like rough, raw, and dirty,” I panted just before biting his ass.
I squealed when he tossed me down on the bed.
My skirt, which had been form fitting down to my knees, was shifted up by rough hands.
“Take your shirt off,” he demanded as his blunt fingers ran up the outsides of my thighs, hooked around my panties and yanked them free.
“Shirt!” He growled as I watched him descend between my legs, and hooked my legs around his strong shoulders.
A rough, callused thumb swept the outer lips of my pussy, and he growled in appreciation. “I like that you shave here.” He hissed. “And that you’re so wet. Is that all it takes? A little dirty talking from me, and that gets you ready for the taking?”
My shirt’s removal was all but forgotten with every button undone, as well as the front clasp of my bra. I had no more willpower to remove anything. Instead, focusing on what he was doing to me.
I would’ve answered him. Really, I would have, but my brains exploded with the first lick from his hot, wet tongue. Neurons that had never been stimulated before started to fire. All at once. My brain was on overload, and the only thing that I could seem to get out of my mouth was the unintelligible whore moans that I’d thought were only special to porn movies.
My hand moved to his blonde curly hair, and I dug in with all of my fingers.
I didn’t guide him, though. Trance wasn’t the type of man that needed, nor wanted, guiding. He was all man, and the last thing he needed was any direction.
He was playing my body with his tongue like it was an instrument at his mercy.
A large finger entered me, and that was all it took. I exploded.
There were no other words for what my body did.
When his finger entered into my wet core, I was gone. Viddy left the building. In my place was a woman that only survived on pleasure. The pleasure of this man. The one eating me, as I’d never even dreamed could be possible.