Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I barked out a humorless laugh. “So you were bored?”
“No. Well, sort of. I decided to wait until tomorrow to head to my parents’. And I didn’t feel up to poker and beer. But also…” Our eyes connected. “I just wanted to see you and spend time with you. I should’ve texted you first, but I was at the gas station, I saw the candy, and before I knew it, I was driving here.”
“It’s actually been nice hanging with you,” I admitted.
Henry sat down beside me. “Yeah?”
I nodded as my gaze moved from his eyes to his lips. He was so fucking cute, and I wanted to kiss him badly. I didn’t know who moved first, so maybe it was mutual, but suddenly our mouths were joined and we were kissing frantically.
“Are you sure she won’t wake up?” Henry asked between breaths.
“I’m sure.” I sank to the floor in front of him. “Plus, we use white noise, so she won’t hear anything.”
“What are you—”
“Can I touch you?” I slid my fingers beneath the fabric of his sweatshirt and felt his stomach tremble.
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath.
My fingers worked at the button on his jeans. “Help me?”
He didn’t hesitate to get them open, then lifted up, and I slid them down to his ankles. He adjusted his legs so I could scoot closer to him.
I noticed he was swollen beneath his boxer briefs and bit back a moan. “You’re so hot.”
“When you say stuff like that, I almost can’t believe it. Like I’m living a dream.”
His gruff, sexy voice made my stomach tilt and my cock throb.
“Pretty sure I’m the one dreaming.” I stared at his dick poking out of his waistband and the evident wet spot from precome. I’d fantasized about this very thing, and though I didn’t have that much experience, he made me feel powerful, like any threadbare touch would make his entire night.
When I skimmed my knuckles across the front of his underwear, his chest heaved, so I kept going, trailing my fingernails down the panel too.
He gasped. “Touch me. Please.”
My heart flipped at his pleading tone.
I cupped his balls as his knees shook. Using the other hand, I gripped his shaft and stroked upward, my thumb swiping at the tip, collecting the precome. His eyes shut on a groan as his head angled back against the cushion.
Figuring I’d teased him enough, I tugged down his waistband to expose his cock, and he bit off a curse. I blew a breath across his length, and he squirmed as if trying to get my mouth closer to him.
So I buried my nose in the nest of hair at his crotch, just wanting to breathe him in.
“I’ve got goose bumps all over my body,” he said, and I smiled against his hip.
“I love how you smell,” I said, glancing up at him. “Can I put my mouth on you?”
“Fucking hell, is that even a real question?”
When my mouth engulfed his dick, the world seemed to halt to a standstill as I focused on making him feel good. I alternated between swirling my tongue fast along the glans and then painstakingly slowly, as he rocked upward and kept softly chanting my name. My fingers gripped the base of his shaft so my mouth could bob in unison, creating a friction that made him whimper.
“Holy shit,” he said in a quiet rumble. He reached down and brushed my cheek with his knuckles, and when I looked up at him, his gaze seemed full of awe. “Now everything on my body is tingling, even the roots of my hair.”
Damn, I loved how expressive he was with me.
“Are you close?” I asked, and he nodded. “Then let go.”
I swallowed him down and redoubled my efforts, wanting to rock his world.
“Oh God, Lark,” he called out, arching his spine and spurting inside my mouth.
I tried my best to swallow all his come as I squeezed the base of my own dick to stave off coming all over myself again. Though at least this time I was in my own house.
When I looked up at Henry, his eyes were screwed shut, his lips parted, and I loved that I could give him this when he was constantly on the edge of worry about pleasing his parents.
“Fuck, that was… Thank you,” he said as his softened cock slipped from my lips. His shaky fingers brushed the hair away from my forehead, and then he leaned down to kiss me between harsh breaths. “Do you need to come?”
“So fucking much.” I sat up on my knees to pull my cock out of my sweats, already beyond reason, just wanting release.
“Let me,” he said, batting my hand away. He leaned forward to grip me firmly and began stroking.
I felt the anticipation building immediately in my groin as all my nerve endings pulsed simultaneously, making my nuts feel full and my shaft hypersensitive. “Oh shit,” I said as I erupted, spurting come into his palm and onto the floor.