I grip my dick and close my eyes, imagining her propped up on pillows stacked against the headboard. Her eyes are on the page as I climb on to the bed and slowly make my way to her. She doesn’t notice—she’s too engrossed in the book. But that’s okay because I’m a man with a plan.
Her nipples poke against the T-shirt. They look so pretty. My mouth waters. She moves her legs restlessly. I catch a glimpse of pink flesh between her thighs. It glistens, and I know…
The book has a very long, extended oral sex scene.
Her legs twist, giving me another peek. Her clit is slightly swollen. Unable to hold back, I kiss the tender flesh at the junction of her thighs. Her breath catches before she moans softly. The scent of her is sweet, drives me crazy.
Holding the book with one hand, she uses the other to lazily play with my hair. I slip my hands under the T-shirt and slide them up to cup her breasts. She arches into my palms, and air catches in her throat. She spreads her legs wider in shameless invitation.
I oblige, running the flat of my tongue over her sweet flesh. Tasting the honey and need. Feeling her squirm, trying to get closer.
I tug gently at her nipples while I devour her. I suck her clit, roll it like a hard candy. She makes a soft sound, and I move down, fucking her pussy with my tongue.
She’s dripping. I love it that my face is drenched with her juices. I’m the one making her wet. I want to be the only man to ever do this to her.
Her pelvis moves, rocking against my face. She’s chasing her climax, and lust burns in my veins—
A hot stream of fluid slaps my cheek and streaks my torso and belly. I open my eyes and finally inhale.Fuck.That was some orgasm. I’ve jerked off to the thought of Molly before, but never shot my wad this hard.
But then, I’ve never believed that she could be in my T-shirt or in my home.
Breathing hard, I wipe the mess on the sheet and toss it aside. I’m too heated up for any kind of cover. But the orgasm I’ve given myself in the darkness in my bed, alone, is unsatisfying. It leaves me craving the taste of Molly on my tongue for real.
Chapter Ten
Molly
I slowly come awake and blink up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Disoriented, I rub my eyes, then stop when I feel the huge T-shirt over my body.
I’m in Nicholas’s bed.
Well, not exactlyhisbed—alas—but one of the beds in his massive house.
I stare up at the ceiling again. I guess I finally fell asleep. It was difficult last night. All the nerve endings in my body were tingling. The worst was my clit, which throbbed so hard that pressing my legs together didn’t do a thing to help.
Usually I would have touched myself until I got a nice, pleasant orgasm and went to sleep. I tried to refrain, since it felt like I was violating him or something by touching myself in one of his beds. I mean, I’d be annoyed if I helped some guy out and he masturbated in my home to dirty fantasies about me.
But the sheets smelled like Nicholas’s laundry detergent, and that only made me more turned on, like I was surrounded by him.
Hey, if the guy who was masturbating to dirty fantasies about you wasNicholas,you wouldn’t be particularly upset…
My body temperature jumped at least ten degrees at the notion.
And my fingers slipped between my legs, to my swollen and slick flesh.
The memories from the evening came flooding back. The feel of him when he wrapped his arm around me in front of Owen. His scent in the car when he drove me to his home.
And hisbodywhen he showed up topless…
I imagined his heavy weight pressing me down, and an orgasm shattered through me with such abrupt force that I couldn’t even scream. I lay panting in the darkness, stunned that I came so easily and so hard. It’s always a struggle to finish, and usually it’s more like a pop. I thought orgasms that left your heart racing and you utterly breathless only happened in romance novels.
I hug the pillow and inhale the laundry soap scent. My mind drifts back to last night again—but what happened feels surreal.
I still can’t believe Owen dumped me the way he did. I guess the fake-nice guys are the cruelest. If Nicholas hadn’t shown up, I would’ve spent the night under the same roof as Owen. How awful and awkward that would have been.
Nicholas was so kind, playing along like that when he didn’t have to. He also didn’t pull away when I unconsciously gripped his hand in excitement about the library. I was too worked up to realize what I’d done until we were halfway up the staircase. My heart raced like it was going to gallop away, but he let me hold him like there was nothing unusual about it.
So I pretended like I didn’t notice, then let go when we reached the library.
