Page 32 of The Best Book Boyfriend
“Slow and gentle at first, whispering in my ear what a good girl I am, but when you feel how wet I am, you’d tear my underwear down and thrust your fingers into me.”
“Jesus, Kara,” I’ll never be able to sit at that table innocently again. “I want to see you do that to yourself.” It’s out before I can even think about what I’m saying, and as if she’s been waiting her whole life for permission, she pushes her hand into her underwear. I’m in hell when she arches her back and lets out a low moan. I curse myself for dimming the lights before we sat down, but there’s also something incredible about watching her, her face and chest lit by the glow of my lamp, but in shadow from the waist down.
“Tell me what happens next,” I say, not daring to move, unable to do anything except look at her.
Her eyes flutter closed as her hand moves in slow strokes. “You flip me over and make me come with your fingers, licking my neck and sucking my nipples.”
I’m desperate to touch my dick, but I don’t want to assume that’s what she wants, and to be honest, I think I would come the second I did it.
“Show me how you stroke yourself,” she moans, opening her eyes wide.Goddammit, she’s a fucking mind reader.I don’t waste any time unbuttoning my jeans and letting my dick spring free. I’ve never seen anything hotter than her licking her lips when she lowers her gaze to check me out. I wrap my hand tight around my shaft and stroke myself slowly.
“Keep talking, Kara.” I can make out the shape of her fingers working in tight circles. She moans more and her body tightens.
“You’re relentless and I’m completely helpless. While I’m coming in your hand, you get your dick out then push it all the way in, fucking me straight through my orgasm until I have another one.”
“Fuck, I want that.” I keep stroking in firm, fast pumps. I couldn’t ease off my grip even if I wanted to.
“You’re so big inside me, and I’m so tight and wet and when you can’t hold back anymore, you pull out and come all over me.”
Kara can’t talk, she can only moan as she lifts her hips from the sofa, grinding up against her fingers. I don’t know whether to look at her hand or her face or her incredible tits as her ragged breath makes them heave. When we lock eyes she cries out, her body seizing as she crashes over the edge and I follow her straight over, groaning loudly as my orgasm paints my stomach.
Then Kara does the last thing I expect her to do.
Chapter 13
Kara
OhGod,I’mcoming.
And oh God, I’m crying.
My legs are trembling, my heart is racing, and my breath is ragged from the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time. Maybe my whole life. My face, however, has lost complete control of itself and tears are pouring out of me.
Before I can stop them, I am sobbing out loud, gasping for air as I scramble to grab his blanket from the floor and cover myself up. I suddenly feel exposed and vulnerable and I might be sick. How the fuck did I end up sitting here on Luke’s sofa in my underwear watching each other come?
“Oh shit,” he says, jumping up from the sofa and then turning in a circle as he looks around the room. “Um, I’ll be right back.”
My hands are shaking, and I press my face to my knees, curling myself into a ball. I hear him call through from the downstairs bathroom. “Kara, I’m right here, I’m just cleaning up. Take a deep breath for me, OK?”
I try, but it’s impossible to do anything other than gulp at the air while I search amongst the pile on the floor for my clothes.
Luke reappears, pulling a hoodie over his shoulders and I can’t tear my eyes away as his chest and stomach disappear beneath it even though I’m still crying, tugging my jeans up over my hips. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll go.”
“Kara wait, no.I’mso sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. Let me get you some water.”
He fills a glass for me and by the time he returns, I’m fully clothed, sitting on his sofa with my head in my hands. Every part of my body burns with shame. What the fuck just happened? What am I playing at? Why am I acting like a character in one of my books who drips with confidence when in reality I’m a pathetic sex idiot. I am not someone who does these things. I don’t speak like that. I can’t believe I’ve gotten so carried away. This is not a book, this is my real life. I don’t flirt and I certainly don’t wank on the sofas of men I’ve only recently met.
Even in all our years together, Adam and I never did that. Except whatever just happened, it was so bloody hot and my legs are still twitching a little and, oh god, I think I’m going to cry again. Well, he definitely won’t want to date me now. What a mess.
“Can I sit next to you?” Luke asks and I nod, looking up at him through blurry eyes. He takes a seat and hands me a glass, which I down in one.
“I am so sorry. I don’t know where that came from. I’m mortified.” Explaining myself is impossible, I don’t even understand it.
“It’s OK, you don’t need to apologise. Things got pretty intense there for a minute. I’m the one who should say sorry. I should never have suggested such a stupid game, I didn’t mean for it to go that far.”
“I’ll go,” I try to get to my feet, but I feel a little woozy and sit back down.
“I don’t think you should go. Unless you really want to, of course, I can call you a taxi? I’d drive you, but I’ve had a drink.”
