Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I needed to get out from under her.
Because that wiggle of her hips as she stretched took me from semi to fully hard in a damn blink.
I felt it the moment she realized where her plan to stay cocooned on her side of the bed had failed spectacularly. Her whole body stiffened. Her breath sucked inward.
Then she very slowly tried to move, likely thinking I was still asleep and she could slip away without me ever knowing what happened.
But the second she tried to move her leg from my hip, she felt my cock press against her.
A surprised whimper escaped her.
She sucked in a slow breath, tried to move, but it only happened again.
This time, she gave in to the need and dropped down a little, rocking ever so slightly against me.
Judging by the muffled sound, she was pressing her lips together, but I knew a suppressed moan when I heard one.
This wasn’t part of my plan.
I genuinely just wanted to share the bed with her, to show her that she could be close to me without any expectations. That we could share intimacy that had nothing to do with sex.
But here we were.
Still, I kept my hands to myself.
Until she did another wiggle as her breathing went quick and shallow.
That was about all I had left of my self-control.
I reached for her hips, pulling until she moved to straddle me.
Her head whipped up, eyes round, likely feeling caught doing something she didn’t think she should.
But one buck of my hips against her had that concern slipping away, replaced by heavy-lidded need.
So I did another.
And another.
And I watched her go all soft with her need.
Her hands pressed into my chest, using it to push herself back and sit up, allowing her to bear down on me as I kept rocking up against her.
Fuck, she was gorgeous when she was open like this—unguarded, fully within herself.
And as her whimpers turned into a ragged moan that had her body shuddering, I knew it wasn’t enough. Not yet.
Before she could fully come back down and pull away from me, I whipped over, dropping her onto the mattress with a surprised gasp.
Then I was moving down her body, taking her shorts and panties with me until they were in a forgotten pile on the floor.
Then I pulled her legs over my shoulders and buried my face between her thighs.
Just the brush of my beard against her inner thighs had her trembling. But the second she felt my tongue against her, it was like a current shot through her body.
Her low, guttural moan dragged a rumbling sound from somewhere deep in my chest.
And as my tongue traced up her cleft to circle her clit, her hands slipped into my hair, holding on as I started to drive her up.
It wasn’t long before her moans were filling the room, before her hips were rocking against my tongue, before her thighs were trembling, and her muscles tightened.
She was already so close.
And I wasn’t nearly done with her yet.
But there was no stopping the orgasm that shot through her, making her cry out and arch.
Even as it was still rolling through her, I slipped my fingers inside her, groaning against her clit as her hot, wet walls tightened around them.
“Fuck,” Dylan moaned, panting for breath even as my tongue kept circling and my fingers started to thrust. “I… can’t,” she insisted.
But we both knew she could.
We both knew I wouldn’t stop until she did.
“Colter, I…” she started again.
I chose that second to twist my fingers and stroke against her top wall.
A choked moan escaped her at that.
And she went ahead and stopped trying to convince me, or herself, that she couldn’t come again.
Because within a minute or two, she was.
Her thighs clamped around the sides of my head as her walls tightened around my fingers.
The moan that escaped her was deep, primal, desperate.
When her legs released me, I lifted slightly, looking up at her, finding her head thrown back, her breath coming fast.
I didn’t know what my next move would be.
But just then, there was a knock at Dylan’s door.
She shot up and scrambled off the bed before I could even get to my feet.
“Yeah?” she called, grabbing her shorts and panties and rushing through the doorway.
“It’s Syn. Was wondering if you want me to take Sugar for a walk before we get breakfast.”
“Oh, um. Sure,” she said, and I heard her stumbling as she got back into her bottoms.
By the time I turned to look at the door, she was closing it in my face.
Alone, I sighed, listening to her talk to Syn, then gathering some clothes and taking myself into the bathroom for a shower.
I got the water running and pushed my pajama pants down my legs when I realized I wasn’t alone.
When I turned, there was Dylan. Her gaze was on me, but there was something… odd there. Whatever it was, it put me on edge.