Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Nose wrinkling, he glanced at the car. “The backseat is rather cramped.”
“As if you didn’t already know perfectly well you’re coming home with me.” I gave a tsk.
“Well, I had some hopes…”
“And a bag in the backseat.” I’d noticed the backpack earlier.
“Okay, hopes and plans. And a desire to not have to return in the same clothes and get even more teasing from my mom.” He pulled me in for a fast kiss. “But only if you truly want to move forward with the whole dating thing. I want way more than friends with benefits or something casual with you.”
“I’m not sure I’d have the first clue how to do casual with you. My feelings have been involved from day one.”
“Even when I was grumpy?” He finally unlocked the car and ushered me into the passenger seat.
“Maybe especially when you were grumpy.” I winked at him, but it wasn’t a lie. He said he liked my passion, but I liked his as well, his commitment to his students and his island, and his protectiveness for both. “You’re cute cranky.”
“You’d be the first to think so.”
“Their loss. My win,” I said as we zipped through the lighter evening traffic toward my rental cottage.
After we parked, I grabbed his hand. “Come on, let’s hurry in before my landlords stop us for an after-dinner chat.”
“That eager to get me alone?” He waggled his eyebrows at me.
“That eager.” I unlocked the door. I was prepared to show him the small kitchenette, bigger main room, and tiny sleeping nook, but he had me against the wall next to the door in short order. “What are you on about? I thought you’d want the tour.”
“Later.” He nibbled my neck, undid enough buttons to lick my collarbones, and then, apparently on some sort of internal countdown clock, he sank to his knees. He didn’t waste any time in undoing my fly and sending my pants and briefs fluttering to the floor. “I missed you.”
“Missed you too. And not that I’m complaining, but I meant occupying my mouth.” We’d spent far more time together with clothes on than with them off. It wasn’t that Merry was averse to going down on me, but I dearly loved blowing him and was bossy enough that I usually got my way. “Or both our mouths. Or…” I trailed off as he swallowed my cock in a single graceful motion, not unlike a swan dive. His mouth was warm with the exact perfect amount of suction. “Oh, good Lord, if you’re going to do that, please don’t stop.”
“Not planning on stopping.” Merry pulled back long to grin up at me before diving down again. I’d figured surfers must have swimmer-like lung capacity, and I wasn’t wrong. Not only did he have the ability to take all of my cock, but he could stay deep and work the shaft with his tongue for an impressive amount of time. And each pass of his talented, talented mouth got me that much closer to the edge.
“Please tell me you’re in the mood for going for doubles again,” I panted, trying to stave off the inevitable. I was torn between finishing this way and getting fucked, and if I could have both, so much the better. “Because this is gonna be quick…”
“Doubles for you? Absolutely.” Merry winked up at me, idly teasing the underside of my cock with his tongue between words. “Heck, we’ve got all night. Might even make it a triple play.”
“Good.” My voice came out all shaky as he resumed the slide of his mouth up and down my cock, but at a pace slow enough to watch grass grow. I was balanced on the edge. The stimulation wasn’t quite enough to tip me over but more than enough to drive me out of my mind. “No fair. No fair. Oh God, Merry.”
“See?” He grinned up at me. “You’re not so quick after all.”
“Please.”
“Please make it last?” His grin turned downright evil. I loved him like this, sexy and playful. Watching him enjoy himself was its own pleasure, not orgasmic, but a deeper, warmer, richer experience.
“Merry. Please.” I rocked my hips, trying to initiate more contact. “Before I expire.”
“So dramatic,” he chided before finally taking pity on me and getting serious about getting me off with a fast, deep rhythm and more tongue action for the friction I craved.
“Oh God.” After all that teasing, my orgasm crashed into me almost without warning, a dramatic entrance indeed, leaving me shuddering as I came in Merry’s mouth. “Coming.”
His eyes drifted shut, and he moaned around my cock as he swallowed eagerly, and the sight of him on his knees, so supremely satisfied by my orgasm, was enough to trigger another wave of pleasure.
“Bed before I fall over.” After I’d come what felt like gallons, I yanked on his arm, dragging both of us toward the alcove that housed my bed. I fumbled out of the rest of my clothes.