Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
She said the words so confidently, without an ounce of shame, the challenge in her eyes meeting my own.
Julep pressed into me, her chest touching the bottom of my ribs, and she lifted her chin so that her lips brushed against mine when she spoke again.
“And I couldn’t relieve that ache,” she confessed. “Not even when I slid my own fingers inside me to try.”
My next exhale shuttered out of me, and I closed my eyes as my cock hardened at the thought of the picture she’d painted.
“Did it feel like me?” I asked, dipping my head and running the tip of my nose along her jaw. “When you touched yourself, did it feel like when I touched you?”
“No.”
“And so, you couldn’t sleep.”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“And here you are.”
“And here I am,” she echoed.
The corner of my mouth twitched up in a half-smile, and I shook my head, biting my lower lip and willing myself to find some kind of restraint, some kind of tether to reality that would pull me away from her and remind me I was playing with fire.
“The truth is, it was so brief…” she said when I was quiet too long, and I felt the feather-light touch of her fingertips under the water as they walked along the ridges of my abdomen. “When you touched me tonight.”
I closed my eyes on a breath.
“I couldn’t quite remember what it felt like at all…”
That sentence was a lie.
That lie was bait.
And like the writhing fool that she’d reduced me to, I took it.
“Let me remind you,” I rasped.
Her breath caught when I closed the sliver of distance between us, my hands framing her face, body pressing her against the edge of the pool so hard I knew it had to sting. But she pushed back just as much, chin lifting, eyes narrowing with a taunting malice.
And I kissed her.
Julep
The hard edge of the pool bit into my back just as Holden’s teeth bit into my flesh.
He tugged at my bottom lip, eliciting a moan I couldn’t control from me before he kissed me silent. His hands held my face, thumbs lining my jaw as his fingers curled around my neck and held me to him.
It hurt. It hurt and yet I wanted more, needed more, and so I pushed back in equal measure.
I slid my hands under his arms, nails digging into his shoulders before I dragged them down the length of his back. He hissed, and then he kneed my legs apart, rolling the hard length of himself against my center.
My heart thundered in my ears, drowning out the sound of my desperate moan at the feeling of how much he wanted me. I didn’t want to tease anymore. I didn’t want to play.
I wanted all of him, inside me, now.
Frantically, I reached between us, dragging my nails down his abdomen as he thrashed beneath the touch. I used one hand to pull the tight band of his briefs away from his skin, and the other hand dived down, wrapping around his hard, thick shaft.
He groaned, and I gasped, both at the feel of him throbbing in my hand and the pain of his teeth sinking into my neck. He bit hard enough to leave a mark, sucking the skin there like he wanted to brand me.
And I let him.
I squeezed where I held him, rolling my hand from his base to the mushroom tip. I slid my hand over that sensitive area before fisting it back down, pushing with my hips behind it.
“Fuck,” Holden hissed, and he broke our kiss, pressing his forehead to mine as he stared down at where I touched him under the water. He flexed into my hand on the second pump, and I saw stars, body humming with the thought of what it would feel like to have him flexing inside me, instead.
Suddenly, Holden clamped his hands down on my wrists, hiking them up and out of the water. His mouth crashed against mine as soon as I released him, and then his thumbs slipped under the band of my thong on either side.
“Lift,” he demanded against my lips, and I barely had time to register what he meant, to put my hands on the hard tile and push as he roughly ripped my panties down. He tore them over my thighs, my knees, shedding them off one ankle and then the other as I lifted my hips above the water.
As soon as my thong was gone, his hands found my waist, and he helped me the rest of the way up, sitting me on the edge of the pool. He slid those hands along my inner thighs and pressed, opening me.
And there I was, splayed wide, the cool air washing over my scorching skin. Holden took his time, his gaze raking over every inch of where I was spread, like he was studying my pussy as if it were a playbook, instead. He tentatively ran his hands from my knees up my inner thighs again, pressing even more, stepping even closer.