Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Fucking Matt.
I’d never, not once, had the pleasure of giving a blow job.
Yet, I wanted to give one.
I wanted to give one to Steel.
Jesus Christ, did I want to give him one.
The man turned me on in ways that I had no clue were my turn-ons, yet here I was, wondering what it would feel like to give the man a blow job.
My curiosity got the better of me as I googled more tips—which they’d said they’d done as a comparison—and then I got lost in the World Wide Web.
My first stop had been Cosmopolitan!
My second had been some random Joe-Blow (literally, that was the name of the website) blog that gave the men’s top ten best blow job tips—according to men.
1. Maintain eye contact.
2. Tie your hair back, it shows your dedication.
3. Allow him to put his hand in your hair and control the movements.
That, I could do! In fact, the idea of Steel putting his hands in my hair and controlling all of the movement was downright arousing.
4. Use your hand as well as your mouth. Twist it side to side lightly as you pump and suck him.
Okay, pump, suck and twist. Check!
5. Don’t use your teeth. Ever.
I shivered at the thought. That would suck, accidentally biting Steel’s dick. He’d probably never let me near him again and kick me straight the hell out of his bed. Though, I had to get in his bed first…
6. Drop down so he’s standing and you’re kneeling. There’s nothing more arousing than watching a woman get on her knees.
That thought made me shiver. Would Steel like me on my knees?
I sure the hell hoped so. I’d love to get on my knees for him.
Then again, I was doing good with my rehab…he still might have to help me back up.
I winced. Maybe I should just get on the bed between his splayed thighs…yes, that was how I’d do it.
7. Suck his balls.
Suck his balls? How the hell did I put those in my mouth? There wasn’t enough room!
8. Go slow. It’s not a race.
9. Swallow.
Well, that was self-explanatory. But I didn’t know if I could swallow. I’d try, but what if I gagged?
10. We like it when you gag.
Did they? What if I accidentally threw up? That would completely ruin the mood.
“What are you doing?”
I squeaked and jumped as Steel came out of the bathroom.
After our first night together, he hadn’t bothered to be modest around me in the least.
If we weren’t working, I quickly realized, Steel would rather be shirtless.
I quickly shut my laptop and smiled.
“Reading,” I lied.
Well, I guess technically it wasn’t a lie. I was reading. What I wasn’t doing was reading a book.
I flushed.
“Hmmmm,” he said. “You ready for bed?”
I nodded.
We were in a hotel room in the outskirts of whatever city we were in. I couldn’t remember which one it was at this point seeing as we’d been to so freakin’ many over the last two days.
We were lucky to find a hotel room, to be honest. Yesterday we’d slept in Steel’s truck in a convoy of other rescuers, on the side of the road.
I’d slept like a freakin’ baby.
“Yep!” I lied.
I wasn’t ready for bed. Not even a little bit.
But tomorrow was going to be another long, exhausting day. Then we had to drive home because Steel—as well as I—had to return to work.
Steel moved around the room turning off lights as I snuggled deeper under my blankets.
I shivered, wondering again why it was so cold in here.
The air wouldn’t turn off. We’d tried. Multiple times.
And, sadly, it wasn’t one of those window units where you could just unplug it. Nope, not this hotel. It was fancy—and by fancy, I mean four hundred dollars a night fancy.
Yes, I’d almost swallowed my tongue at hearing that price come out of the concierge’s mouth.
However, they’d expressly informed us that they were having problems with their air conditioning systems—not that they would be comping the room for us or even reducing the price because of it, mind you.
Luckily, we were informed, that we got one of the rooms with air. Apparently, about half the hotel didn’t have it due to surges in power during the storm.
However, what air the other half of the hotel wasn’t getting, we were.
Meaning it was a chilly fifty degrees up in this bitch.
“You want my blanket?”
I shook my head. “No.”
Also, along with the fact that it was cold, there weren’t any extra blankets to be had. With the hotel being so close to the area of disaster, people had flooded the hotel with their families. In some rooms, I’d noticed how there were as many as ten people in it. Obviously, they’d gotten the extra blankets.
This also meant that we were left with what was on the bed only.
A single white sheet, a small waffle-pleated blanket, and two pillows per queen bed.