Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Please do.” After all this time, I was dying to see what it looked like.
Then he opened the slit of his boxers and his cock sprang free. I gasped at the size. “Can you show me how you…” I couldn’t quite finish my sentence, but he knew what I meant.
Shivers of excitement rocked through me as he fisted his cock. Did all guys do it that hard? That roughly? But I couldn’t look away. I’d never watched porn—I never thought I’d enjoy it, but I sure as hell was into the show Drew put on.
My hips ground against the cushions below me, and the muscles in my thigh tightened. Since it was still draped over his leg, he felt it. His arm tightened around me, stroking my side. It felt remarkably good, given that he’d tickled me there earlier. But I knew he wouldn’t suddenly do that now—at least, not without asking first.
Drew pressed his head against my shoulder. He groaned against the fabric of my hoodie. Then, to my surprise, he bit down, capturing the thick cloth in his teeth. “I wish this were mine, too, so I could ask you to return it.”
I wrapped my hand around his head, cradling it against me. “You can ask anyway,” I whispered.
“Sierra, would you—”
“Yes.” Before I changed my mind, I pulled away from him and tugged the sweatshirt up and over my head along with the t-shirt I’d had on underneath.
My bra was a mixture of navy lace and mesh. It matched my panties. Even out here, in the middle of nowhere, old habits died hard.
I still shaved every day. I still wore expensive, matching underwear. The only daily habit I’d managed to shed was makeup.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” Drew abandoned his cock and pulled me to him. His mouth was inches from mine, and I wanted to meet him halfway, but I just couldn’t. Kissing was one thing I had done a lot of—nearly all of it on film. And nearly all of it had been unpleasant.
I turned my head at the last second, and his lips touched my cheek. I stilled, waiting for him to ask me what the hell was going on or to tell me that I was ruining the mood, but all he did was pepper my jawline with kisses. My pulse sped up, and I flipped my hair to the side, giving him access to my neck.
God, he was good with his mouth. And teeth. And tongue. I moaned as he worked his magic on my neck. His hands were behind me, stroking up and down. Mine were on his back, too, but his skin wasn’t bare.
I tugged on his shirt and he straightened up, his hands flying across his buttons. Then the flannel was gone, and his ripped upper body was completely visible—and inches away from me. I reached out, tracing the valley between his eight-pack abs. I’d been around actors with incredible bodies, but I’d never been given the time to explore.
Drew placed his hand over mine, flattening my fingers against his abs. Then he slid my hand up, grasping my fingers and bringing them to his mouth. He kissed each one as my hips grinded in circles.
His cock bobbed freely as he released my hand. “Can you touch yourself again?” I whispered.
Immediately, he fisted his cock, and blood pooled between my legs as I watched. “Why don’t you touch yourself, too?” Drew suggested.
I wanted to. I needed to. But I rarely touched myself that way, and I’d certainly never done it with anyone else watching. “I can’t,” I whispered.
Drew nodded, but he lifted his free hand, bringing it toward my chest, stopping when his hand was an inch away. “How about here?”
I nodded, sliding my hands up my stomach and cupping my breasts. His hand returned to his cock, but his eyes didn’t leave my chest.
The hungry look on his face inspired me, and I teased my nipples through the bra. Drew altered his strokes as he watched me, sometimes going quickly and other times making long, slow strokes.
I let my gaze wander over his massive biceps, and it gave me an idea. I slid my hand up and hooked one finger under my bra strap. Then I slid it down over my own, much smaller bicep, until it was almost at my elbow. Then I did it with the other side. Drew’s breath caught in his throat and his hand moved faster over his cock.
“Shit, Sierra, you are so hot.”
“Right back at you,” I said breathlessly. My heart was beating so quickly that my breasts practically bounced in my bra. “I wish…” I trailed off, unsure how to finish. At that moment, my main wish was that I could be someone else. A woman who wasn’t afraid to take all that Drew had to give.