Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
She nods, her chest heaving as she attempts to catch her breath. “Something to be said for that alien tongue.”
I rise, pull her close, and wrap my arms around her. The rain patters against the barn roof, but I feel like we’re in our own little world.
But I’m not done.
I unzip my jeans and free my aching cock.
And before I think anything through, I lift her in my arms and shove myself into her.
Nine
Tabitha
My God, I’m so full.
And… So…
I don’t know.
Feels good. Especially after that orgasm, and I know I’m tight. I know I’m giving him what he needs.
I’m always tight after I come.
And he’s so huge…
Already I know it’s good for him. His grunts and groans are telling me that.
He’s so strong, gripping my hips, moving me up and down his hard length.
I close my eyes, ride into the—
“Open your eyes, Tabitha.”
They pop open, seemingly of their own accord.
“Never close your eyes when I fuck you. I want to look into them. Into their honeyed depths. I want to see you as I fuck you.”
I swallow, widening my eyes.
I have to blink. But I hold it in check until my eyes feel so dry I can no longer wait.
So I blink, again and again.
More than what’s normal.
But it feels…
I’m so self-conscious of my eyes now.
Still he fucks me.
And still… Still… Still…
My blood is boiling, my nerves are skittering, my flesh is warm and cold and warm and cold…
I feel it already.
The orgasm rising in me again.
My clit is hitting his pubic bone with each thrust, thrust, thrust…
And I’m ready…
God, two orgasms?
That never happens. I’m usually one and done.
Until—
“Oh my God!” I grab his head, thread my fingers through his silky hair. It’s damp from the rain, but I don’t care. It feels like the softest satin.
“That’s it, baby,” he grits out. “Give me another one.”
And I’m flying out of my body.
Out of everything.
Floating, floating, floating, and my whole body is vibrating, pulsating.
This orgasm is even better than the last. Oral is what usually gets me going. In fact, I rarely have an orgasm during intercourse itself.
No such case tonight.
He groans, grunts, his teeth clenched.
“You’re so tight. Fuck…”
And then he closes his eyes, his jaw rigid, and I feel every single pulse of his release.
I’m panting.
So is he.
Still he’s holding me in his arms, and I wrap my arms around his neck, snuggling against his shoulder.
I’m not sure I ever want to move again.
But a moment later, he releases me, sets me down, my feet on the floor of the barn.
I’m looking down, but he tips my chin. “Let me see those eyes.”
More about my eyes? My plain brown eyes? Nothing about what we just did?
That we fucked without knowing anything about each other?
“I’m on the pill,” I say.
I didn’t really mean to blurt it out like that, but we need to have this discussion.
“Good,” is all he says.
Good? Seriously?
“Uh…good?” I finally say.
“Yeah. Good.” He shrugs. “Neither one of us wants a pregnancy, right?”
“Yeah. I’m in the middle of medical school, so right, a baby would not be a great idea right now. But that’s not even what I’m concerned about, given that I’m on the pill.”
“What the hell is wrong then?”
I scoff. “I hardly know you.”
“I’m Angie’s brother. You know enough. I’m not carrying any diseases around. I promise.”
I’m not sure what to say to that. I honestly didn’t think I had anything to fear from Henry, but for him to…
Did I say yes?
I said yes to the oral…
Certainly I didn’t say no.
And…I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. I enjoyed it.
God, what a big mess.
How did I even let this happen?
I sigh. “Okay. Thank you for telling me. We probably should’ve had this discussion before…”
“Probably,” he says. “But you’re a medical student. I figured you knew how to take care of yourself. If you didn’t, you would’ve stopped me.”
“Are you serious?” I fold my arms. “Henry, you’ve always seemed like such a good guy.”
He raises an eyebrow. “I am a good guy.”
“Then why didn’t you…”
He quiets me with a wave of his hand. “Jesus Christ, Tabitha. Do I have to fucking spell it out for you?”
I nod. “Yeah, I guess you’re going to have to.”
“Here.” He pulls out his wallet, opens it, pulls out a condom. “I’m always prepared.”
“Then why didn’t you—”
“Because I was being a jerk. I wanted you. I didn’t stop to think.” He shakes his head. “Which is not like me at all. God, you are not good for me.” Then he turns, walks out of the barn.
Zach, who’s been resting in a pile of hay, follows him out.
The rain has slowed, and the thunder and lightning have stopped.
But still. Here I am. Naked, Henry’s semen dripping out of me, and he left me in the fucking barn.
Ten
Henry
The rain’s still coming down.
It soaks through my shirt and slides down my spine. I don’t bother running. There’s no point. Some things you can’t outrun.