Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
“Because my parents might come home and catch us. Because you’re my friend.” I stared at her mouth, wondering what it would feel like pressed to mine. “And because I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“You’re such a good girl,” she teased. “Don’t you want to be bad?” She lifted her hand off the wall and skimmed her knuckles up and down my bicep. “I could show you how.”
Her touch was featherlight, but it sent electricity surging through me. Oh, I wanted to be bad very much.
My thought must have been clear by the expression on my face because she looked pleasantly surprised and asked her question in a hush. “Yeah?”
I nodded quickly.
When she grasped my chin between her thumb and forefinger and leaned in, my eyes fell closed. Abbie’s kiss was gentle for a single breath, like that was all the restraint she could muster before she unleashed her full power. Her lips pushed against mine, urging me to open my mouth and welcome her tongue, which I did. It slicked against mine, and a pulse throbbed deep between my legs.
I was kissing another woman.
Who was naked.
And her soft, warm body pressed to mine, stealing the last of my breath. Our wet breasts flattened together, letting me feel the silver barbells attached to her hardened nipples.
Jesus.
Her kiss was passionate, but it wasn’t romantic. It was sexual and dirty, like she was fucking my mouth with hers, and it was exactly how I wanted it to be. I tried to match her intensity and clasped my hands on her face, holding on.
I was dizzy with lust as her hands began to explore my body. Her sensual touch lit me on fire as her palms coursed over my wet skin, still slippery with soap in some places. Over my arms, my stomach, my hips. She wedged one hand between my body and the wall so she could give my ass a soft squeeze. I followed her lead, trailing my hands down the sexy curve of her back.
But like she’d been with her kiss, her touch was only restrained at first. When she cupped my breasts, my noise of surprise was crushed under her dominating mouth. She gripped me tightly and slipped her leg between mine so she could push the top of her thigh against my pussy.
It was aggressive, and the pressure of it—fuck. It felt so good. I was glad to have the support of the wall at my back, especially as the pulse between my legs swelled to an ache. If that strange tremble I’d had with Colin made an appearance now, I’d need all the help I could get to stay upright.
“Mmm,” she said, all throaty. “You’ve got such great tits.”
My head thudded back against the tile as she bent down and captured one of my nipples in her mouth. The sound of me panting for air bounced off the walls, echoing in the cavernous shower. Her lips were parted, allowing me and the camera above us to see her tongue as it swirled over my flesh.
Goosebumps pebbled across my arms when she dragged a hand down my chest and over my stomach, inching toward my newly bare pussy. Free beauty appointments were another perk of living at the Petal house . . . or maybe punishment, because getting waxed on Monday afternoon had not been an enjoyable experience.
But it was kind of worth it now, because when the pads of Abbie’s fingers delved farther down, she was able to feel just how much she turned me on. Pleasure grew as she rubbed my clit, fogging my mind.
I wasn’t quivering yet, but I sagged against the wall, making my skin squeal down the tile.
“Do you like that?” she asked in a low voice.
Wasn’t the answer obvious? I whimpered my approval.
“Louder, Abbie,” Scott said. “We need to hear you over the running water.”
She didn’t miss a beat as the instruction came through our earpieces. Her voice was stronger. More sinful. “And what about this?”
Two fingers pushed their way inside me, making me bow off the wall. Holy fuck. I clenched my hands on Abbie’s hips, holding on to her as she thrust her fingers deeper, all the way to her first set of knuckles.
Her tone dripped with sex and power. “Do you like my fingers inside you, good girl?”
I couldn’t find words. All I could do was nod.
She pumped her fingers as I moaned and writhed. Heat filled the shower, surrounding us until I was sure all I was breathing in was steam. We both looked down, watching her hand move rhythmically as she fucked me with two skilled fingers.
My mouth hung open, and she mirrored my satisfaction on her face.
“Move to the bench,” Nina instructed.
I was half out of my mind, so I struggled to comprehend the order, but Abbie had us covered. She withdrew her fingers and guided me to sit on the cold tile bench. My gaze instinctively went to the camera directly across from me that was tucked in the alcove—