Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Moving only enough to allow me to roll again, I flopped to my belly, and inwardly groaned when I rolled on top of his hand.
His hand that was now plastered against my crotch.
Biting my lip, I started to inch my way up the bed to move his arm, but he only tightened his hand, fisting my pants as well as panties—and I was sure a few stray hairs—in his clenched hand.
Fuck me!
Literally and figuratively.
Oh, God. He’d probably feel absolutely amazing between my legs. His mouth. His hand. His tongue. His cock!
His hand finally unclenched, and I contemplated moving.
If I moved, would he wake up and find his hand on my vagina?
I started to shift, and his entire body rolled until he was pressed to me, chest to feet.
His feet were tangled with mine.
His hands twitched, one still on my crotch, and the other on my waist.
His mouth was inches from my face, his breath exhaling against my cheek.
His hard chest was pressed into my arm, and his crotch was snug against my hip.
It was more than obvious that he was a cuddler. He was clutching onto my body like I was a body pillow instead of a living being.
And his breath smelled sweet—like the chocolate bar that I’d witnessed him eat not long before we’d come in here.
Never before had I been jealous of a fuckin’ nut, but the minute he sucked one of the nuts free of caramel, I’d been a fuckin’ goner.
Closing my eyes, I allowed my mind to wander to a time and place where I would take advantage of this position. Where I would run my hands down the length of his defined chest.
An alternate reality where he wasn’t my teacher, and I wasn’t his student.
My mind ran and my breathing hitched as I thought about what I’d do—where I’d touch him first—and I was so lost in my own musings that I inadvertently pressed down onto his hand, grinding myself into him.
He snuggled me closer.
God, I was going to hell.
Licking my lips, I moved closer, my hair falling into my face, and pressed my lips to his neck.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t react at all.
And I bit my lip, wondering just what else I could get away with.
***
Tommy
I wasn’t awake.
Not at first, anyway.
I had a good sense of time, and always had since I’d been a young boy.
Therefore, I knew the moment I woke up—someone had moved in the bed next to me—that it’d only been a short time since I’d fallen asleep.
My eyes were heavy, and my limbs were still tired.
And I was surrounded by the most delicious scent I’d ever had the chance to smell.
Caramel…and peanut butter. Or maybe cocoa.
I wasn’t sure.
All I knew was that I’d smelled that particular scent before.
Had been dreaming about it for some time now.
Experimentally, I cracked one eye open and came face to face with the best sight I’d ever seen.
Tally.
Inches from me. Lips so close that if I wanted to, I could let my lips part, and my tongue snake out, and I’d be able to taste her.
Just as I was about to say something, she leaned forward and placed a delicate kiss on my neck, right under my Adam’s apple.
I shifted, unable to help it, and she gasped lightly.
That’s around the time I realized that I was cupping her crotch with my left hand, and had her hip on my right.
My crotch was placed snugly against her opposite hip, and my dick was so hard that it literally couldn’t be good for my blood supply when most of it was feeding my cock instead of my brain.
That had to explain why I did what I did next.
Surely I wouldn’t have done this had I been thinking clearly—not half asleep and oxygen deprived from too little oxygen to my brain.
My hand clenched even harder on her pussy.
She shifted again, and her breath fanned against my lips.
Her lips hovered over mine.
Just when she was about to press her mouth against mine, my phone started to blare.
Cursing, I rolled out of instinct, moving so quickly that Tally never even had a chance to react.
Her breath left her body as I pinned her underneath me, and she gasped.
“Dr. Tommy.”
Her voice was breathy and raspy, and I closed my eyes tightly to force myself to calm down and think.
“Sorry,” I groaned, rolling back off her.
“S’okay,” she murmured as I crawled out of the bed. “Everything’s okay.”
No, I wanted to disagree with her. Everything was not okay. My dick was hard, my phone was ringing, indicating something was wrong and they needed me, and I was fairly sure that I was about to die from need.
Did I voice any of those concerns? Hell no. Instead, I picked up the phone, placed it to my ear, and said, “Talk to me.”
Chapter 8
Sarchotic-When you’re so sarcastic that people aren’t sure whether you’re joking or just crazy.