Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Braced on my elbows, I pressed her breasts together, squeezing the tips of her nipples until her head dipped back. I surged up to bite her throat, tasting the vibration of her moan before I kissed her.
“Shh,” I reminded her and fell into the kiss, her mouth mobile and eager, as needy as I was.
I kissed her until I couldn’t breathe, then moved down her body, tracing the line of her neck, the curve of her shoulder, the side of her breast, sucking the hard peak of her nipple until she squirmed beneath me, letting out a squeak when my teeth grazed her sensitive skin.
I lifted my head to whisper, “Shh.”
Sterling growled, the lust and rebellion in the sound sending a spike of desire straight to my cock. And I slid down, dipping my tongue into her belly button, from one hip bone to the other, and then down to taste the salty, slick heat of her.
A groan rumbled in her chest, and I lifted my mouth, kissing her inner thigh. “Uh-uh,” I said, and she raised her arm, covering her mouth and rolling her hips up. I got the message. She’d keep herself quiet if I got back to work.
More than happy with that arrangement, I dipped my head, slid a finger in her tight heat, and sucked the pearl of her clit into my mouth. Her body shook with the effort to stay quiet.
She tightened around me, a high, desperate sound escaping as I drove another finger inside and lifted my mouth to press my palm against her clit, fucking her with my fingers, almost losing it as she tightened around me in fast, hard pulses of orgasm. Her body relaxed as my fingers slid free, the only sounds were her harsh breaths and the thud of her heartbeat. Finally, she whispered, “I think you killed me.”
“Complaining?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Never.” I wasn’t expecting it when she sat up, closing her hands over my shoulders and pushing me down on my back. “My turn,” she said. “I proved I can keep my mouth shut. Can you?”
Then she was between my legs, her mouth closing over the tip of my cock, her quick tongue licking, her fingers wrapping around the base to squeeze hard. My vision whited out, and I let out a low moan. A second later, the bed shifted, and Sterling sat up.
“Uh-uh.” She wagged a finger at me. “Remember? Quiet,” she reminded me, a hint of glee in her tone.
This was payback, and I was in for it. “I’ll be good,” I promised.
Unlike Sterling, I didn’t cover my mouth. I clenched my teeth together and reached down to thread my fingers through her soft hair, feeling the hum of her throat as she sucked and licked and brought me closer and closer to the edge until she pulled me over, taking everything I had.
When I could breathe again, she crawled up my body and slid into my arms, her thigh splayed over mine.
“That was hot,” she said against the side of my throat.
“Fuck yeah, it was,” I agreed.
“Wake me up later, and we’ll do that again,” she murmured as she slid into sleep against my shoulder.
Hours later, deep in the night, after making sure I put on one of the condoms I’d brought, I drew her to the surface with kisses. Touching, tasting, I filled her slowly, her legs wrapping my waist and her arms around my shoulders. It was slow and sweet and silent.
I didn’t remember falling asleep again, just Sterling in my arms and then the bright light of morning. The light stabbed my eyes, softened only by the scents of coffee and bacon.
I rolled over to see Sterling, her cheeks flushed, her lashes barely parted, lips still swollen from our kisses in the night. “I’m starving,” she whispered.
“Me too. And my mom makes a killer breakfast.”
My mother seemed like herself again, her eyes clear, her hair in a loose braid. She wore a tie-dyed sundress, her feet bare as she flipped bacon and buttered homemade sourdough toast. Sterling poured coffee, and the four of us stuffed ourselves full.
Food consumed, I sat back, sipping my coffee, about to suggest to Sterling that we head out to the garage when Jerry laid a hand on my shoulder.
“I know you have plans for the day,” he said, looking to Sterling, “but can I borrow you for a minute before you get started? I got a shipment of supplies yesterday. I could use some of that young muscle bringing it to the studio.”
“Of course. I’ll be back,” I said to Sterling, wondering if she would mind me leaving her alone with my mom.
“We’re good,” Sterling said before I could ask.
I looked at my mother, sending her a silent plea to keep her embarrassing stories to herself. Hoping her answering wink meant that she would, I followed Jerry out the door.