Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
I dropped my head back as he returned his attention to my nipple. His tongue tapped and circled, his mouth sucked, until the rosy peak stiffened and glistened with his saliva. Then he repeated the action on the other side. It seemed like he could happily spend the entire night focusing on my chest, and the overwhelming sensation made me content to let him. His hands slid up my back, cradling me, and I arched into his touch, satisfied that he wouldn’t drop me.
He made an appreciative noise against my skin, rubbed his stubbled cheek over the curve of one breast. “Absolute perfection.”
Liar. Or, he had terrible eyesight. One of my boobs was definitely bigger than the other.
There wasn’t any reason to think about that, not with him worshipping my body the way he was. It would be counterproductive to second-guess myself, and I didn’t want to ruin this night, this chance to ethically live out my fantasy.
Because that was the thing about wanting to be watched, about wanting to get caught. One couldn’t assume that the person catching them would be into it, and I was uncomfortable using other people as nonconsensual sex props. Even the idea that someone had been listening to us the night before gave me massive heaps of guilt, despite how much the audience seemed to enjoy the performance.
Matt reached for the button on my cherry-red denim shorts and said, “Let’s get these off.”
I lifted my hips and wriggled both the shorts and panties down, kicking them away.
“This pussy,” he breathed reverently, “is the only thing I’ve thought of all day long.”
He trailed kisses down my stomach, veering over to my hip, then down my thigh.
No urgency to dive in, just gentle, teasing kisses in every spot but the one that begged for his touch.
“You’re wet,” he observed, barely flicking his finger across my labia. “I don’t even have to feel. I can see it.”
I shuddered at his words and his insufficient touch. I’d been dripping wet since I’d seen him waiting for me on the sidewalk, and all the small talk had done nothing to reduce my enthusiasm. If I’d kept my panties on, he would have seen that they were wet through with evidence of my arousal.
“And look at this…” He tapped my straining clitoris with his index finger. “So eager. What do you want me to do?”
I grabbed his hand and held it where it was, using my own finger to guide his back and forth over the tight bundle of nerves. I let out a long moan as he took the lead, never deviating from the pattern I’d shown him, a pattern that would bring me the same relief I got from my own hands.
The same relief I’d gotten several times during the day, darting off to make myself come to the memory of his mouth on me in that supply closet. Being around Matthew Ashe turned my body into a machine driven by sexual need, and every orgasm added to that need, rather than relieving it.
He stopped suddenly and said, “I almost forgot,” before pulling me down from the bar. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders for support, but I didn’t need to; he carried me to a chair that had been strategically placed in front of the access stairs.
That would be where my stranger would find us. Goose bumps broke out over my skin. Matt stripped off his clothes, revealing his ridiculously cut physique. I made a mental note to run my tongue down the ridges of muscle that dropped from his hips to point straight down to his cock. I’d been so distracted by his size the night before, I hadn’t noticed much else about his body. Now, my mouth went dry trying to take all of it in. Dark hair dusted his chest before narrowing to a line that almost reached his belly button—or maybe it did reach it; it was difficult to tell when his erection reached the same location. I knew his shoulders were broad, but I hadn’t gotten a chance to cling to them while he pounded into me; I would have to add that to my list of things I wanted to do with him.
“Come sit on my lap,” he ordered, taking a seat in the chair. When I moved to straddle his thighs, positioning myself right over the head of his cock, he stopped me. “I didn’t say you could get on it, yet. I wasn’t done playing with this.”
A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped me as his fingers plunged into my pussy from behind. He removed his hand and pulled me down, trapping his big, thick erection against my back.
With my thighs open, legs dangling over his, there was no doubt that whoever came up the stairs would see my pussy spread wide, and his finger on my clit. There would be no sneaky way to disguise what we were doing.