Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 89535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“Hey, you got more than I was expecting. I guess you’ve earned a little taste.” He pulls his jeans down the rest of the way, letting them pool at his ankles. Then he exposes his cock, but he doesn’t take off his underwear.
With his free hand, he crooks his finger for me to come to him.
I dip my head, and he grips the back of my hair, guiding me to his cock. When he said I could have a taste, I’m expecting more than a light lick. He doesn’t even let me close my mouth over him.
He pulls my head back. “Next.” His voice comes out deeper. “Which part of the small intestine absorbs sugars?”
Damn it. I groan and drop my head to his hip. I’m surprised he lets me. He still grips my hair tight, and now my head is right next to his cock. I want to suck him so bad.
“I’m waiting for an answer.”
Come on, brain.
“The … jejunum.”
“Good job.”
I lift my head, determined to swallow his cock.
“Uh-huh. This is a two-part question.”
“I fucking hate you.”
He chuckles. “What else does the jejunum absorb?”
“Amino acids and fatty acids.”
He releases my hair, and finally—finally—he allows me to swallow his dick. Worried he’ll take it away again, I dive right in, sucking him to the root.
His hips buck off the bed. “Nrgh.”
I want to quip, “Still got questions for me?” but I’m scared he’ll say yes.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He tries to get me to slow down, but that’s so not going to happen. I’m bringing my A game at double the pace. “If you keep … Oh, shit. I’m gonna … No, wait, I had more questions.” He gasps. “Fuck. No. Ignore me. Keep going.”
I want to laugh, but I can’t with his pulsing dick in my mouth.
Kole tenses and lets out a curse, and as the first spurts of cum hit my tongue, I moan around him and swallow it down.
I wait for the gross shame that usually washes over me after sex, but it doesn’t come. Usually, I’m hooking up with someone to piss someone else off or to get back at someone or to just mask the constant hurt I carry around with me.
This was different but still wrong. Yet, the shame continues to stay away while I lick him clean, when Kole taps my shoulder to get me to release him, and even when he pulls me to him and kisses me deeply.
Which is weird because after everything we did, the kissing should make me uncomfortable. It’s not that I don’t kiss my hookups, but it’s foreplay. Once we’ve both gotten off, there’s no point.
Kole’s mouth becomes soft and lazy, and when I pull away, he follows and finishes with one last, sweet kiss.
I wish I could say I hate it, but I don’t. It does a weird flippy thing in my gut.
He stares up at me with concern in his hazel eyes. “You okay?”
Nope. Not at all.
That was …
Blowjobs, Asher. It was just blowjobs.
“I’m kind of terrified.” Wait, what? That did not fucking fall from my lips.
“You don’t need to worry. We didn’t mess anything up. I promise I’m not in looooove. Good way to blow off some steam though, huh? Get it? Blow off steam?” He waggles his eyebrows.
I shake my head and squash down the weird feeling in my stomach. Finding the snark is hard, but I manage. “It’s not that. I’m terrified in class on Monday I’ll pop a boner when the professor asks about digestion or liver function.”
Kole bursts out laughing. “It worked though, didn’t it? Quick, tell me everything you were able to memorize just now.”
Surprisingly, I find it easy to pull the information from my subconscious.
Kole smiles at me. “See? We’ll turn you into a grade A student yet.”
“Any chance you’re good at numbers? I’m also flunking math.”
“Why are you taking a math course for a degree in nutrition?” He looks confused for a moment but then must remember something. “Oh, right, science core subject. Everyone doing a science degree has to take it.”
“Yep. I suck at math.”
“Hmm, well, I’m not so sure about the math part, but you definitely have the suck part down.”
I nudge him playfully.
“All right. Well, we didn’t get everything I wanted to cover done, but I think we made progress.” He wriggles his way to the end of the bed and stands, pulling up his boxer briefs but stepping out of the pants that were still around his ankles. “After that, I’m ready for sleep.”
He gets his phone and immediately crawls into his own bed while I remain on mine, kind of stunned. I was expecting … Well, I don’t kiss hookups after the fact, but I’ve nearly always shared a bed with them. That cheap discomfort I’d been expecting earlier finally kicks in, but it’s different this time.