Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I saw stars, thrusting my hips forward in my desperation for more. Holden answered by grabbing my ass and helping me rock against his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and dragged my pussy over it, back and forth, the firm, wet warmth of him tasting every inch.
I didn’t know what to do with my hands, but I ached to have more contact, so I shoved my crop top and bralette up until I exposed my breasts to the cold air, too. My nipples pebbled beneath it, and I palmed myself, squeezing in sync with Holden’s grip on my ass.
“Fuck yeah, touch yourself while I eat this perfect pussy,” Holden breathed, and he targeted my clit again, tightening the tip of his tongue to circle it in quick bursts that made my legs quake around him. “I want you to come on my tongue.”
I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut as my face grew hotter and hotter from the restraint of holding in the cries I so desperately wanted to release. I loved how filthy those words were, how easily he said them.
Holden Moore was all stoic leadership for everyone else.
But for me, he came undone.
My breath grew shallower, pulse ringing in my ears as I chased the explosion rumbling to life inside me. I rolled my hips so wildly I wondered if it hurt him, but he only gripped my ass tighter, holding me against his mouth and giving me all the pressure I needed to find release.
The rough Berber carpet dug into my knees, but I ground and ground against him until a tingle shot up from my toes. I shuttered around him, my orgasm as incinerating as a nuclear bomb when it caught.
I couldn’t help how hard I breathed, or the passionate cries that tore through my restraint. But Holden didn’t stop, didn’t try to quiet me — he just licked and sucked and held me against him as I rode out the longest orgasm of my life. It just kept going, kept rolling, and Holden lapped up every last drop of my release like it was the air he needed to breathe.
Slowly, the pleasure began to fade, and I noticed then how much I was trembling, how hard I’d been shaken when I collapsed. My hands flew forward, catching the floor above Holden’s head, and I could only see the tiniest hint of a smile through the darkness as he pressed a soft kiss to my clit that made me shiver again.
I panted out a laugh, shaking my head and hissing as I carefully maneuvered off him. My legs already ached, heart still racing hard in my chest.
“I suck at being quiet,” I whispered.
Holden let out a rumble of a laugh, pulling me into his chest and kissing my forehead. For a brief, beautiful moment, he held me like that, his hand running through my hair while mine drew circles on his chest.
It almost felt normal.
It almost felt like we were right where we belonged.
Then, he cleared his throat. “We should…”
“Yeah,” I said before he could finish, and I jumped off him, patting the ground until I found my panties and leggings. I stood, pulling them on one by one. “You go first. We had a training meeting in here this morning. I can pretend I left something behind.”
I’d just pulled my leggings up and righted my bralette when Holden’s hands found my hips.
I looked up just in time for him to kiss me.
I tasted myself on his tongue, and that sent a shock of desire rippling through me as I exhaled against his kiss.
“Go,” I urged, even though my hands had wound into his hair now, holding him to me.
He kissed me harder, deeper, every inch of him wrapping up every inch of me like he couldn’t get close enough even if he could meld together and make us one being.
Suddenly, the doorknob jostled.
We broke the kiss, both of us wide-eyed as we looked at the door.
“Shit, do you have your key, Hoover?”
The voice was muffled.
But I knew without question that it was my dad’s.
Holden sprang into action before I could even process that I needed to inhale so I didn’t pass out. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door, shoving me behind where it opened. He held a finger to his lips, eyes panicked as he looked from the door to me and back again. Then, he pulled his hood over his head and slunk down in the first desk he saw, resting his head on his arms.
He’d barely stopped moving when the door swung open.
I stopped breathing, holding my hand out to halt the door before it could slam into where I was pressed up against the wall hiding. Dad flicked on the light, and then he saw Holden and cursed, turning it back off.