33. Are You Reading My Book?
THIRTY-THREE
ARE YOU READING MY BOOK?
Lach
I quietly toe open the door to Eve’s room, her sweet coconut scent wafting around me. Once inside, I push it closed but don’t let it click shut. Jake’s working the closing shift for Rylee tonight, and Eve should be home any minute now. Which means we get a few hours alone. This week has been busy. We haven’t had more than a few minutes to see each other, let alone talk about our Jake plan. Any spare time I’ve had has been filled with looking at apartments.
Recently, I started a few freelance drawing projects. I found a freelance marketplace online for creators to open a landing page and upload a portfolio. Within an hour, I had a customer commission a drawing from me. I figured any extra money I can get now will help later. I throw myself onto her bed and kick my feet up. Leaning against the headboard, I link my hands behind my head. On her nightstand, something familiar catches my eye. Reaching over, I grab the paperback. It’s the same one she was reading while we were driving back from Tennessee. A bookmark sticks out of the top. I slide my finger over the edge until I reach the spot she left off and start reading. Books have never been my thing, but after a few paragraphs, I’m fully immersed in the story.
“What are you doing?”
The suddenness of Eve’s voice startles me, sending the book flying from my grasp to hit the floor with a resounding thud. “Nothing,” I spit out. Heat creeps up my neck. Shit. How long have I been reading? I never heard her come into the house, let alone push open the door.
A teasing smile flirts on her lips. “Are you reading my book?”
“No.” I shake my head, adjusting myself to sit up on the bed. “Not anymore,” I mutter. “How long have you been standing there?”
“About a minute.” She saunters into the room and to the side of the bed before bending over and collecting the book off the floor. “Did you pick up where I left off, or did you start from the beginning?” Her thumb flips through the pages like a Rolodex, a smirk on her plump pink lips.
“Wherever you had your bookmark.”
Her gaze meets mine. A glint of lust shimmers in her irises. “So the scene where the assistant sneaks under her boss’s desk without him knowing.” She shoves the bookmark between the pages and sets it on the nightstand. Her fingers grip my knees and move me to the edge of the bed, and I willingly follow her lead. Slowly, she pushes my knees apart while she stares at me through her lashes. As she drops to her knees, her hands glide up my thighs. Her hooded gaze lifts to mine, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Her pupils fully dilate as an inferno of heat burns behind them. I don’t know where this is going, but I’m fully invested in finding out.
“Well, since you read ahead, you’ll have to tell me everything that happens.”
Fuck. I bite my lips together. The scene I read was hot as hell. While I was reading it, I imagined Eve doing the same exact thing. I won’t lie, my dick got a little hard. And now she wants me to describe the scene. I clear my throat. “Like you said, the assistant sneaks into her boss’s office and under his desk. She waits for him to come in, and when he does, he takes a seat in his chair.”
Still kneeling on the floor, hands at her sides, she peers up at me. Her voice is soft and seductive, like dripping honey. “And then what happens?”
I swallow. Hard. “He still doesn’t know she’s there, so he picks up the phone and makes a phone call. That’s when he feels her hands slide up his thighs.”
Her hands softly glide up and down my thighs, over my jeans.
Oh shit. Is she going to act out the scene? My dick twitches, knowing how the scene ends.
“Then what happens?”
“He quickly glances down,” I drop my gaze to Eve, “and notices it’s his assistant under his desk. She licks her lips, and her hands continue to slide up to the waistband of his slacks.” My heart rate spikes as her hands do the same.
“Grab the book and read it to me.” She nods toward the nightstand, a salacious smile gracing her lips.
I reach over and pick up the book. I open it up at the bookmarked spot and start reading at the top of the page. “I lean back in my chair as her dainty fingers work to pop the button of my slacks. The other line picks up. ‘Mr. Olsen. I’ve been expecting your phone call.’” Eve quickly undoes the button on my jeans and slides the zipper down. My dick is now at full attention. Hard. Thick. Throbbing. She peels the fabric away, giving herself just enough room for her fingers. I continue reading. “I clear my throat, trying to redirect my concentration, but it’s hard when my assistant is between my legs rubbing my dick.” Eve’s fingers caress my dick through my boxer briefs. I pinch my eyes shut, loving her touch.
“Keep reading.”
My eyes pop open at Eve’s words. Right. The book. “Uh.” I stumble to find where I left off. “‘Good afternoon, Mr. Parker. I’m glad we can finally connect to talk about the merger.’ She hooks her fingers under the waistband and tugs on my slacks, urging me to lift my hips, and I do.” Eve mimics every word I’m reading. Her fingers pull on my jeans until they hit the floor. My dick strains against the thin cotton of my boxer briefs. Eve licks her lips as if she’s waiting for the first taste of a lollipop. I lift my hand, wanting to run my thumb over her plump pink bottom lip, but when I’m inches away, she pulls back.
“Nuh-uh. There’s no touching in the story.”
“How do you know?”
“I may have read this book a few times. Keep reading.”
I shake my head but pick up where I left off. “Her hand cups me over my boxers. Caressing. Massaging. My head falls back and hits the chair. I mouth, ‘Oh fuck,’ and this spurs her on even more. Mr. Parker continues to talk, but I don’t know what he’s saying. All my thoughts are on the woman between my legs jacking me off over my boxers.” The words come out shaky and uneven as Eve’s hand slides up and down my shaft, her grip alternating between hard and soft. A dark spot forms over the head of my dick as a bead of pre-cum soaks the fabric. “She sits up and runs her tongue over the fabric covering my dick. Her hot breath on me causes me to squirm in my seat. ‘Uh. Yes. Mr. Parker. That sounds great.’ I don’t know what he said, so I hope it’s good.” Eve does the same. I groan as her warm breath ignites a spark that shoots a lightning bolt directly to my balls.
“Keep going. We’re not even to the good stuff yet,” she whispers as she continues to slide her lips over the bulge tenting my boxer briefs.
I refocus my eyes and continue reading. “She pulls at the elastic waistband until my rock-hard dick springs free. For a brief second, she fixes her gaze on the head; then, her eyes slowly rise to meet mine. Her fire-engine red lips curve into a smile. I wonder if her lipstick is going to stain my dick. That’s exactly what she wants. For her to leave me with a souvenir that she was in here choking on my dick. Her tongue slides up the underside of my shaft, and I bite back a moan.”
The cool air hits my hard dick as it releases from the confines of my boxer briefs, but it’s quickly replaced with Eve’s warm mouth. Following the words from the book, her tongue slides up my shaft. At the tip, she swirls around the head, lapping at the pre-cum that pools on the top. “Ah fuck. I love your mouth on me.”
She releases me from her mouth. “He doesn’t say that.”
As quickly as she was gone, she’s back to bobbing up and down on my dick. My gaze dances over the words as I try to find where I left off. “While she sucks on my dick, her other hand massages my balls. My teeth grit together, fighting a groan. Mr. Parker continues to talk, but I have to pull the phone away so he doesn’t hear my heavy breathing.”
Eve’s hand slides up and down my dick in tandem with her mouth. Using her other hand, she pulls my boxer briefs down to my thighs. While her mouth and hand work together, her other hand cups my balls, gently rolling them in her hand.
“Fuck. Eve.”
“We’re not even at the good part yet. Keep reading.”
Seeing as I read this chapter minutes earlier, I know exactly what happens. I’m on pins and needles, wanting to know how she’s going to act it out. I continue reading. “She licks the underside of my shaft as if I’m a lollipop as she gently squeezes my balls. Mr. Parker mentions a three o’clock meeting on Friday, but I don’t catch where. I hope my assistant knows. Wait, she’s currently between my legs, on her knees, feasting on my dick. Her other hand disappears for a moment and reappears with a small egg-shaped item.”
With my dick in her mouth, Eve blindly reaches to her nightstand. She pats around as if she knows exactly what she’s looking for. A second later, she pulls out a pink egg-shaped vibrator. My lips part. My pulse quickens. With Eve slurping on my dick, it’s hard as fuck to keep the words in focus.
“She pushes my desk chair back, and it rolls easily. My dick hits the back of her throat, and I nearly come. ‘Yes. Yes. Mr. Parker. That. Sounds. Perfect.’ With my dick still in her mouth, like a magician, she leans forward, lifts my balls, and?—”
A small buzzing sound fills the room before Eve lifts my balls and shoves the egg underneath. “Ah! Fuck!” The vibration shoots in every direction. The book falls from my grasp and hits the bed. My eyes pinch shut. I fist the blanket. Eve’s tongue slides up and down my dick. A tingle starts at the base of my spine. I release another deep moan. “Your mouth feels fucking fantastic. As much as I want to come down your throat, I’d much rather be inside your tight pussy. Then I can watch as you come undone on my dick.” I push to my feet. She releases me with a pop and falls back onto her hands. I hook my arms under hers and pull her off the floor.
“We were just getting to the good part.” She licks her glistening lips.
“I’m rewriting the story. My ending is better.” I shove my boxer briefs all the way off. Frantically, I claw at her shirt until I peel it over her head. My gaze drops to the swell of her tits confined under the pink lace bra. “This has to go.” Reaching behind her, I flick the clasp undone and the straps loosen, falling down her arms. I tug it off, and it hits the floor near my boxer briefs. Her nipples pebble in the cool air.
“My turn.” Her hands grab my shirt, and I help her as she pulls it over my head. She flings it behind her.
“Something’s wrong with this situation.”
“What’s that?” She frowns.
My gaze drops from her face and down her body, admiring every inch of her. “You’re still wearing entirely too many clothes.”
I spin us around and lift her enough to toss her on the bed. She giggles. The bed dips as I rest a knee on the mattress and crawl over her body. I undo the button of her jeans. She wiggles, helping me as I peel them and her underwear down her legs. I nudge her legs with my knee and nestle myself between them. With my dick in hand, I slide the head over her pussy. “You’re already drenched for me. Did sucking my dick turn you on?”
Her hand cups her tit, her fingers pinching her nipple. “Yes.”
“But would you rather have my dick in your pussy?”
“Yes,” she moans. Her back arches off the bed when I rub my head over her clit.
“Tell me how much you want it, Sunflower.”
“Lach. Don’t fucking tease me.” She lifts her hips, rubbing herself on my dick.
I chuckle. “I wouldn’t dare.” Stretching my arm toward the nightstand, I grab a condom from the drawer, but her fingers on my wrist stop me.
“We can go without.”
I freeze. My eyes meet hers. “Are you sure?”
She drops her hand to the mattress. “I mean, I’m already pregnant. I’ve been tested, and I’m negative for everything.”
“Me too. Well, not pregnant, but I’m negative.”
She laughs. Reaching up, she cups my cheek, and I lean into her warmth. “Then I suggest you fuck me.”
I bend down, my lips inches from hers. “Anything for you, Sunflower.” With one hard thrust, I’m fully inside her.