Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
So I answered her with the exact same words she’d used on me. “Now, we sit on the hood of your car and watch the view.”
We slipped out and rounded the car, hopping on the still-warm hood. Our pinkies knotted together as we stared at the Atlantic Ocean stretching like a tight canvas in a million shades of blue. I closed my eyes and breathed in the briny air, Dot’s voice drifting into my ears like a lullaby. “You’re right. I wasn’t drunk that night. But I knew it’d be the last time I’d see you in months, years even. And I panicked. Panicked that there would be no one else like you. Someone I’d be attracted to and feel safe enough around to let my guard down. I’d never been selfish before. It was a foreign feeling. I always put my parents’ feelings and Dylan’s wants and needs before my own…” She trailed off. “I just wanted to get rid of my virginity. To go to college not feeling even more of a loser than necessary. I made peace with being another notch on your freakishly long belt. I never thought you could have had feelings for me.”
“I know,” I said, frowning at the view, our pinkies tightening around one another.
“I spent the entire five years apart from you and Dylan hating myself for how I treated both of you.” Her voice cracked like crème brûlée.
“There was no need for you to do that,” I growled, hating the idea that I had caused her so much pain, even if she had done the same to me. “We both love you to death, through thick or thin.”
“W-why?” I didn’t see her face but still knew she was blinking excessively.
“Because it’s impossible not to,” I admitted brokenly, tearing my gaze from the ocean and fixing it on her. I captured her chin between my fingers, tilting her face up to mine.
She pawed at my face, her long lashes fluttering as she took me in. “Do-over?”
I nodded. “Do-over.”
One of her palms slid down my neck, down my chest, and across my abs, settling on my erection, which was already throbbing. She unzipped my pants slowly, making my lungs sear with whatever oxygen was left in them. I opened my mouth to tell her something—fuck knew what, because I sure as hell didn’t—but Dot pressed her lips against mine, hungrily devouring my tongue, sucking it into her mouth with a sexy purr. She undid the first two buttons of my denim, slipping her hand inside, rubbing it against my hard ridge. She used the friction of my briefs to gather heat into her cold palm, and I bucked forward, chasing her touch as I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her with everything I fucking had in me. My hand slipped under her skirt, and I used my thumb to brush her clit through her panties, which were already drenched and ruined. My mouth dragged from her lips to the sensitive junction between her neck and jaw.
“I wanted to eat you out so badly,” I recalled, my dick jumping and jolting in her hot palm as she played with it inside my pants. Rubbing it, thumbing at the slit, milking it with her tight little fist. “I knew you’d be my favorite dessert before I even had my first taste.”
She clung to my neck with one hand, jerking me off with the other. The wind whipped and swirled, dancing around us, striking at our faces. Her thighs were freezing, and I wanted to cover her whole body with mine. Shield her from the cold.
“We should hurry about it.” Dot dropped down to her knees, tugging my dick out and covering it with her mouth. “We could get caught.” The mere idea of being caught with my cock shoved deep inside her mouth made my balls tighten with lust and pleasure. I threaded my fingers in her hair, pushing it off her face as she gurgled and sucked my cock happily, fisting its base and slipping her mouth down to suckle my balls, her tongue licking the seam between my ball sack and my ass. My fists tautened around her hair and I hissed, the desire unbearable. I knew I wasn’t going to last more than a couple minutes. This time, though, I was going to make her come until she couldn’t walk straight through April.
“Up, baby.” I pulled my dick out of her mouth an inch at a time, the cold biting into the wet flesh. “Already halfway coming,” I grunted. I flattened my hand over her stomach, pinning her down on the hood until her upper body lay there, and pushed my thigh between her legs. They fell open willingly, my upper knee pressing against her swollen clit. I could practically feel it pulsating against my leg through her underwear. She moaned, trying to rub herself against me.