Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
When that’s done, I do actually study for a while, because I have almost an hour until I’m going across the hall and I need to keep myself distracted. I swear that my body has developed a muscle memory for pleasure. Just thinking about him I’m warm, my pussy already damp and ready for what’s going to happen.
Or at least what I hope is going to happen. Mal has a way of taking my expectations and twisting them around. Always in a good way.
I’m barely studying. Just watching the clock. I make it until eleven forty-five before I can’t handle it anymore. I put on my robe and cross the hall, knocking. Malcolm opens it, shirtless in only sweatpants, hair wet from a shower.
Immediately he notes my make-up and the bits of lingerie peeking out from my robe. He smirks. “You were trying to wait till midnight.”
“I was.”
“Impatient?”
My heart is pounding in my chest. “For the love of god, let me in.”
He opens the door further, and I press past him. The door shuts behind me and he flicks the lock, the party noise muffling as it closes.
“You made it this far,” he says, leaning in and brushing his lips across my cheek. “You can make it another fifteen minutes.”
“I’m not so sure that I can.”
He pulls my robe off and tosses it aside, circling me slowly and drinking me in. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
My cheeks are on fire, and I can’t meet his eyes. Mal’s hand cups my cheek, and he tilts my face up to his. His lips meet mine in the most chaste kiss that we’ve ever shared.
“You can,” he says. “I’ll make sure of it.”
“How?”
He points to a place beside the bed. “Kneel there.”
My eyes go wide. “You’re serious?”
“When have I ever joked about this?” He raises one eyebrow, meaning this thing between us.
I press my lips together. “Never.”
“Exactly.”
Sinking to my knees on the carpet, I wait. And even though Malcolm isn’t touching me I feel like I’ve never been more aware of him. Especially in this room, where we’ve spent so much time learning each other and forging this connection. He sits at his desk behind me, and I can feel him like he has his hands on my skin.
Time seems to stretch, and I swear that it’s longer than fifteen minutes. But also maybe not. Waiting makes things longer. Every part of me is at attention. My nipples are hard beneath the fabric and I can feel my own heat and wetness on my thighs.
I don’t know what the hell he’s doing behind me. Homework, maybe, since I hear him typing on my laptop. Everything slips away into this state of awareness that is only him. And only me. Perfection.
Finally, after what feels like forever, I hear the tiny click that is his laptop shutting. The chair creaks as he shifts. Fingers tangle in my hair and he pulls me up higher on my knees at the same time lips meet my neck. A long, slow lick up under my jaw until his lips are at my ear. “It’s after midnight.”
“Thank fuck,” I breathe.
“Do you think you should earn your orgasm or do you think you should get it for free for being good?”
Goosebumps run across my skin and I arch back up into his grip. “I don’t think that’s my choice.”
He laughs softly. “That’s a good answer.” Lifting me to my feet, he spins me around to face him and tugs a strap off my shoulder. “I like this.”
“It’s new.”
“It’s a pity that it has to come off, but I expect to see it again.”
I grin. “Got it.”
The way he strips me of my underwear is quick and efficient, so I’m the way he likes me best: completely naked. “On the bed.”
He helps me arrange myself so I’m lying spread out, head hanging off the edge. An upside-down kiss to my lips has me straining upward toward him. “You’ve been so good practicing,” he says. “Do you think you can do it?”
He means take all of his cock. I have been practicing, and we’ve gotten close. It’s not the accomplishment that I want; it’s the sounds Malcolm makes when I suck him down that I crave, and I know when he finally makes it all the way in he’s going to give me even more of that.
“I don’t know.”
“We’re going to try,” he says. There’s no room for argument, and that’s fine. I know that whatever he chooses is going to end well for me. I’ve been waiting for a week, and just knowing he’s going to both use me and pleasure me is enough. “Okay.”
Malcolm drops his pants, and the head of his cock is at my lips. I’ve grown to love the salty taste of him on my tongue. We’ve never used this position, and I like it. He slides in and in and in, and it’s easier this way. When his cock hits my throat the transition is seamless. Deeper in keeps pushing until we’re almost at my limit. My lips are stretched around the girth of him, and I’m so full that I can feel him stiff all the way down. But I’m so close. Another inch, and my lips will circle the base of his cock. I want that last inch desperately.