Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
“Sign us off, baby,” Auggie says.
I grin at the camera. “And they lived happily ever after.”
With a chuckle, Auggie grabs the remote and turns off the camera, like usual. But then, he does something that’s not usual—something he’s never done before. Usually, we look at our numbers right away. This time, however, Auggie levels me with burning blue eyes and says, “If I don’t lick up the rest of that cum and eat your pussy till you come again, I might literally die.”
We’ve never fooled around off-camera before. Never even kissed. So, crossing this line now, for the first time, is a big deal. Quite possibly, a slippery slope, too. But right now, I’m not thinking with my head. I don’t care about my boundaries or rules or saving all our sexual energy and chemistry for shows. It’s now clear we’ve got endless sexual chemistry. It’s a waterfall that will never run out or trickle off, no matter how much we mess around. We’re mutually addicted. Can’t get enough. And right now, there’s nothing I want more than to finally feel Auggie Vaughn’s mouth on my most sensitive flesh.
“Yes.”
Without hesitation, Auggie spreads opens my thighs and dives in. As he licks and laps and laves, he slides his fingers inside me and strokes and finger-fucks and coaxes in a rhythm that matches the movements of his voracious mouth. It’s the best oral I’ve ever received, by a long mile. And soon, I’m barreling toward yet another release. This one, privately, for my pleasure and Auggie’s and nobody else’s.
I grip Auggie’s sweaty hair as he eats me hungrily. Noisily. Like he’s a junkie getting his fix. Until soon, I’m on the bitter brink of the abyss. Holding on for dear life while simultaneously aching to let go and jump. Finally, I let out a long, tortured groan as my arousal shreds my nerve endings and spirals higher and higher. And a second later, my eyes roll back into my head while sheer bliss obliterates me.
I scream Auggie’s name, along with several curse words, and buck and jolt on the bed like a flopping fish. When my orgasm finally ends, Auggie raises his head, panting. His chin and lips are slick with my arousal. After taking a deep breath, he shoots me a wicked, exhausted grin, and says, “Carlo can kill me now. I’m okay with that.”
We both burst into laughter.
“Well, I’m not okay with that, so . . . no.”
Auggie flops onto his back next to me, grinning from ear-to-ear. “That was even hotter than my hottest fantasies about me doing that to you.”
I smile. “You’ve fantasized about eating me out?”
“Oh, God, Charlotte. You have no idea.”
I giggle. “And here I thought I wouldn’t be able to come again during our third show, let alone again afterward. I’ve never had this many orgasms in my life. I’m usually a one-and-done kind of girl, if I’m lucky.”
“What can I say. We’ve got nuclear chemistry.” He’s right. Our chemistry is supernatural, I’d even say—the kind people would kill to experience, if only once.
We’ve never cuddled after a show before. Normally, we’re too busy looking at numbers to do something like that. We usually save our cuddling for later, for when we’re hanging out on Auggie’s couch. But this time, without either of us saying a word, that’s what happens next. I lay my cheek on Auggie’s bare chest, and he pulls me to him and strokes my hair. And that’s how we remain, silently, for several minutes, until Auggie speaks first.
“I can’t wait to kiss you,” he whispers. I can hear his heart thundering against my ear.
I’m surprised. When he started that sentence, I thought he was going to finish “I can’t wait to . . .” with the words “fuck you.” But the fact that he’s ended it in such a wholesome way, after everything we’ve done together, honestly makes my heart go pitter-pat. After only a few pitter-pats, however, anxiety suddenly flickers through me. Are we both starting to feel things that could fuck up my plans and goals? We agreed anything we do off-camera would be no strings attached. And I’ve told him I want nothing more than to get a new job and get back to my old life. Well, the truth is my feelings on those things haven’t changed, despite the fun we’ve been having. Even when Auggie makes my heart go pitter-pat, my brain always knows we’re in a bubble together. One that’s admittedly amazing and perfect while we’re in it; but it’s plainly situational and won’t last when the situation is over.
“It’s okay,” Auggie says, before I’ve figured out how to respond to his lovely comment. “I know you’ve got big plans, Charlotte. I know this is no strings. Don’t worry; my brain fully understands the situation.”