Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
And, well, medical advice, but that’s nowhere near as sexy.
I bob up and down a few times, slicking his cock up with spit before I pull off and let my hand take over. “How many people are out there?”
His gaze flicks around. “A volunteer.” He gestures to the side. “She’s over there.”
“I bet she saw you,” I lie, and his cock twitches in my hand. “Bet she saw how desperate you are for me and knew I was on my knees in here for you. Bet she’s going to go in there and tell everyone that you’re having your cock sucked, and then they’ll all come out here and see what I do to you.”
“Ah, fuck—” He bites off the rest as his hips leave the seat, fucking his cock into my fist.
“That wasn’t very quiet.”
“I’m trying.”
“You are. And good boys deserve to be rewarded.” My hand drifts lower to cup his balls, one finger sliding over the skin behind them. “Now fuck my face.”
“Yesss.”
I sink back down and open my throat as Oskar’s hands tighten in my hair. He shoves me down onto him, hips tilting up to meet every movement, and when my eyes flick up to meet his, they’re hooded and unfocused.
I pull off. “Don’t watch me. I want your eyes on the window and everyone out there.”
He shudders and shoves me back onto him but pulls his stare away. The whole time he uses me, his jaw is clenched tight, like he’s fighting every urge, and the sounds building in his throat are hot as hell. His focus is on the front window, toward the facility, and I can only imagine the sexy thoughts running through his mind. It makes me regret blowing him and not being able to vocalize them myself, but then he rewards me with a taste of precum, and I hum around him. Everything about Oskar turns me on. Everything about him fits so perfectly into my fantasies.
I grip his thick thighs, the feel of his muscles bunching and flexing under my hands making my cock throb. Oskar’s not being gentle, and his cock hitting my throat over and over is making it tender. My drool is leaking out of the corners of my mouth, and I’m really having to work to breathe. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Making him feel good makes me feel good.
Even though I told him to look outside, I can’t drag my stare from his face. The windows are fogging up, and his breathing is heavy, lips parted, sounds and curses starting to slip out.
“Shitshitshit,” he gasps, trying not to move his lips.
When his cock slides into my throat this time, I swallow around him and slide my hand back to press a finger over his hole.
“Tell me to come,” he begs.
I moan my approval and pull off with a deep, gasping breath. “Come down my throat.”
Then I wrap my lips around his head before I miss it and jerk him off into my mouth.
Oskar’s whole body tenses, hands forming fists in my hair as his cock swells. Then he comes, spurt after salty spurt hitting my tongue as he does his best to hold back his long groan.
When he’s done, I pull off panting, cock achingly hard.
“Here …” He’s practically boneless as he reaches for me, and fuck if that doesn’t make me feel proud.
“No. We have nothing to clean up with.”
“I’ll swallow.”
I brush a kiss against his temple. “Stitches, remember? Waiting until I can get back to jerk off isn’t going to kill me.”
Oskar pins me with a look. “This is starting to become a trend with us.”
“You like public sex. I like edging myself. Apparently.”
“It makes me feel like a shitty …” Lover? Boyfriend? There’s a moment of awkwardness as we both fill in whatever he was about to say because I’m realizing that I have no idea what we are anymore.
“I promise it’s fine,” I assure him, ignoring the whole thing. “When it comes to you, I’m happy to wait.”
I don’t stick around to see his reaction to that, just climb out and hold the door open for him.
Oskar follows me, then starts to laugh. “Shit, your hair looks worse than mine.”
I turn to the window to take in my reflection. Where my hair was smoothed back and neat, it’s now sticking out in all directions. Exactly like someone has held on to it real good. The red, puffy lips don’t help things.
Oskar’s attempts to flatten it down don’t really work, so fuck it. I ruffle it up until it almost looks purposeful. Half of the guys here know what’s happening with us, and the rest of the people coming today won’t be here to see me.
“Come on, this thing starts soon,” I tell Oskar, and he falls into step with me.