Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Vida hums, her eyes traveling between my features. “You were very heroic.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Her expression warms, thoughtful and appreciative. “I didn’t know white knights came shirtless in headphones.”
“Well, we do. Now you know.” I continue to rock her, overwhelmed by the perfect feel of her in my arms. “Are you complaining?”
She shakes her head, the fingers of her right hand lifting to brush back my hair. “I’m definitely not complaining. I like that you didn’t resort to violence.”
“I wanted to. But I thought comforting you was more important.”
“It was.” She kisses me softly on the cheek. “And I do feel much better.”
Her ministrations are hypnotizing me. Normally, I hate when girls try to touch me, but I could stay here all afternoon and let Vida play with my hair.
“Besides, the kind of violence I’m going to commit is more…corporate.”
She slides her thighs until she can grip my hips tighter, her lips treating mine to a featherlight touch. “Spoken like a true rich boy,” she says with a mischievous smile.
I can’t fucking believe how quickly Vida can put me on the verge of coming in my pants.
It’s sexual voodoo.
I want to settle her ass down on the counter and slip off her panties. Ease her thighs wide, just to get a look at the sweetest pussy ever created. Just a quick look could finish me. Or one tug of my sweatpants and I could have my cock out. I just want to lay it on her lap and see what she does with it. I’d be thrilled with a hand job at this point. God. Anything.
But she’s just been accosted and sexualized.
She needs comfort. Not more pressure.
“How come you’re never out on the beach with your friends?” she asks.
I shrug. “It’s always the same shit. Everyone gets loaded. Everyone gets loud. There’s a lot of bragging and posturing. At some point, it becomes all about…”
“Getting laid?” she prompts.
Regret stabs me between the eyes. “Wow. I’ve really backed myself into a corner here.”
“It’s okay, Tripp. I know you’ve probably been with a lot of girls.” She pauses to swallow. “And you’ll be with a lot more after me.”
My entire being issues an emphatic denial. My stomach sours at the very idea of talking to another female. “After you? I’m unfamiliar with that concept.”
She giggles, like she thinks I’m not serious. “So that’s why you don’t go to the beach? You’re bored of getting laid?”
“Is that so hard to believe?” I give in to my compulsion to be closer to her, just a little, taking a few steps and settling her onto the counter, keeping myself wedged between her smooth thighs. “Last night was the hottest fucking night of my life, angel. I’ve been jacking off around the clock, replaying it in my head. If you think there’s a single other girl in this world, let alone on that beach, who could do that to me, I hate to break it to you, but you’re wrong. I can barely gather enough interest to smile when a girl flirts with me. You just existing has me down on my knees, ready to beg, Vida.”
As I speak, her mouth softens, her eyes taking on a dazed quality.
Cheeks pink.
Holy fucking turn-on.
“I’m not going to make you beg for me,” she whispers, trailing a finger down the middle of my chest. “Not too hard, anyway.”
Christ. Put a fork in me. I’m done.
“I want to lick your pussy so bad right now,” I groan urgently against her mouth, my hands fisting at the sides of her uniform skirt. “When do you have a break, angel? Come to my room. Let me lick the fuck out of it. That’s all we’ll do. I swear.” I stroke a hand down her braid, scrutinizing her eyes. “You believe me, right? I might threaten to fuck you, but I won’t. Not until you’re ready for your first time.”
“I believe you. You’re nothing like that guy. You know how to take no for an answer.”
“I realize how lucky I am that you believe that. After the way we met.”
“It was an honest mistake.” She tilts her head. “And maybe a good one. I might never have known…what you like. What you need. If you hadn’t confided in your call girl.”
“No, I would have told you eventually.” I lean in and kiss her, both of us moaning as our tongues twine together, stealing an eager taste. “I’m my honest self with you.”
“Me too,” she whispers, biting her lip. Considering something. “I have a lunch break at one o’clock.”
“Oh my God,” I heave, surging forward with so much gusto I knock her back onto her elbows, and she giggles while I plant kisses all over her stomach. “Please. Please. Tell me you’re going to let me eat you out, angel. I’ll never ask you for anything else, as long as I live.”