Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
She’s still holding on to me as I shrink in her sticky hand. With my palm, I cup her chin and lift her wide eyes to mine. “You can stop now.” Her eyes go back to my cock; she’s seemingly fascinated with its transformation back to a resting state. Her upper body is painted in white; there was a lot after so much buildup.
“Let me get you cleaned up,” I say, scanning her room until I spot a tissue box. Grabbing a handful, I use two to wipe myself and tuck my dick back in my pants before returning to her. Before I touch her, I take another mental picture, having no doubt that the memory of this image will fuel countless future orgasms.
Though I carefully wipe her neck, breasts, arms, and stomach, her skin is still sticky when I’m finished. “Do you have a towel or a washcloth?” I ask.
“There are some over there,” she says, pointing. I select a washcloth from the neatly folded pile in a bin near her closet, dampen it with water from the bottle we brought up, and sit next to her on the bed to gently wipe her skin. In a different way, caring for her like this is almost as enjoyable as the blowjob itself. As I wipe each of her fingers individually with the cloth, she smiles at me, and I feel connected to her in a way I never have.
“How was it?” she asks, sounding shy again.
“Incredible. It was incredible.” My chest heats when she flashes me an even bigger smile. When I finish cleaning the mess I made on her, I bring her close for a tender kiss. “Do you want something to drink?” I ask when we part.
“Sure. That sounds good. Do you guys want something?” she asks Trevor and Adrian.
For a moment, I’d almost forgotten that they were still here. All of us go over to the dresser, and it’s there that I spot someone’s phone lit up with an alert, showing me the time.
“I had no idea it was so late,” I say, double checking my watch to verify the hour. “I have an early morning meeting.”
“Do you need to go?” The sound of disappointment in Autumn’s voice is nearly enough to make me want to call and quit my job altogether. But then I wouldn’t see her everyday.
“I’d better.”
“Do you mind if Trevor and Adrian stay?” she asks as she follows me toward the door, and I love that she thought to ask this, and that she cares about what I think, even though who she spends her time with isn’t up to me.
“I hate to leave,” I tell her, bringing her into a hug and hoping that this won’t be the last time I get to hold her this way, “but no, I don’t mind. I want you to experience more pleasure, no matter who’s providing it.”
Maybe it’s my recent orgasm talking, but I mean it. I don’t want her to go all the way with them, especially when I’m not around, but it’s none of my business.
“It’s been a great night.” She stretches to circle her arms around my neck and kisses me in a way that makes me hopeful that there will be more between us. “I’ll see you at work,” she says.
“See you later.” Stepping back from her with great effort, I look to the other guys. “Adrian, it was good to see you again. Trevor, you too.” Then, with a nod to them both, I leave.
20
Autumn
“Do you need to work tomorrow morning?” Trevor asks me just after Garrett closes the door behind him.
“You mean later today,” Adrian corrects.
“I do, but I don’t want you to leave.” I should be tired, but there’s so much … something — excitement? bliss? — flowing through my veins that I feel like I could stay awake for a week.
“We should go soon, too,” Adrian says.
“But not yet,” I say, and then I add the next bit before I think better of it. “You could stay, actually. I mean, my bed isn’t too big, but one of you could sleep with me and I have a sleeping bag.” My words come out in a rush and I feel silly as soon as I say them.
The two men look at each other for just a second before Trevor says, “We could stay, if you want us to.”
“I do, and I don’t need to go to sleep yet. I’d like to get more practice with my new skills,” I say looking at them both.
“Practice is good,” Adrian says.
Trevor steps closer, threading his fingers into my hair, tilting my head back in preparation for a kiss. “Such an eager student,” he murmurs. “But remember, the original plan was to get you off. That’s what we’re here for.”
“I won’t argue,” I say as he leads me back to the bed.