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)
I can’t see his face anymore, but his breathing quickly becomes stilted and erratic. He groans, and even though I can’t see it, I can picture him biting into his lip to try to stop his face from telling.
His hand weaves into my hair, but it’s the sounds that get me. He complained about me being loud on the road, and here he is, providing my ears with an encouraging porn soundtrack that drowns out my wet slurps.
Lane’s grip tightens, my mouth fills with a faint salty taste, and I know he’s close, so instead of alternating between my sucks and squeezing his balls, I hold them firmly.
They draw up tight, ready to unleash, and I can’t wait to drink him all the way down.
“Don’t pull off.” He grunts.
Then he fills my mouth, finally letting go, and I can’t get enough of it.
When I glance up again, I want to gloat. Because there he is, head thrown back, mouth open, and letting out a cry so loud I imagine what would happen if Mrs. Huxley heard it.
And fuck, fuck, fucking fuck. That thought alone—the image of Mrs. Huxley looking through the window and seeing how tense his whole body is while he orgasms, I fucking come.
Untouched.
I keep him in my mouth while I unleash all over my clothes and the floor, but when I shudder, Lane pulls out.
“Are you oka—oh.” He sees what’s happened, and I expect to get in trouble for— “Did I say you were allowed to come?” Yup, there it is.
“All you said was I’m not allowed to touch myself. And I didn’t.”
He steps away from me completely and pulls up his underwear and pants. “Did that at least tide you over for a while?”
I stand and reach for the paper towels hanging out on my kitchen counter to wipe myself down. “Depends on your definition of a while. A couple of hours? Yes.”
“Keeping up with you is going to be a challenge.”
I release a breath of relief because I was expecting him to do that annoying thing guys do after sex. Particularly straight guys, though Lane is very much not straight. But the whole “This was a mistake. We shouldn’t have done it. Wah, wah, wah.” Calm down, it’s just sex.
“We’re doing this, then?” I ask to be sure.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures.”
“Aww, you’re desperate for me. That’s actually really sweet.”
“If you want to be deluded enough to take it that way, have at it. I’m done trying to get you to see it my way.”
“On a scale of one to never hooking up again, where do you lie if I do a victory dance?”
“An eighty-six.”
“Okay, fine. Internal gloating it is.” And I’m going to be doing that for at least the next twenty-four hours. Or until I’m ready for another orgasm. Whichever comes first.
FIFTEEN
LANE
I’ve officially lost my mind.
I always expected it to happen at some point; it only seems fitting that being around Oskar twenty-four seven has accelerated the process. The sun was barely up this morning when he crept into my room and slid into bed beside me. I should have lectured him on respecting some boundaries, but my morning wood turned needy in a second flat, and I’d ended up pinning him to the bed while I rutted against him until we both came on his deliciously tattooed abs.
I’d wanted to spend time licking the mess off him, but I’m unsure how to play this, and I didn’t want to linger on anything more than the sex until I figure it all out. Apparently, coming affects my mental capacity because I let Oskar go off to the training arena solo. Well, not completely solo. I’m sure Aleks will be there.
I sip my coffee, picturing how easy it would be for me to put the PR heat on Aleks instead. I never would though. I’m not about to ruin a man’s life, but thinking about it is fun.
After I saw him and Oskar kiss, I called him to find out where the hell his head was at. Aleks confirmed he’s bi, and I warned him if he plans to come out while going through a divorce, it would be a PR nightmare. I already have one too many of those.
Maybe getting fired for sleeping with Oskar wouldn’t be so bad if I got out of handling that mess.
My gaze travels out the kitchen window to where Mrs. Huxley is in her backyard, tending to the garden, and my cock gives a slight twitch.
Hmm. First time that’s happened with a woman before. Apparently, after yesterday, my body has created a Pavlovian response to her. Oskar came untouched. Just from sucking my cock while he thought someone was watching. She wasn’t, of course, but he didn’t know that. I’m trying to be creative, not completely stupid.