Bloody Sunset by Gwendolyn Harper (inspirational books for students TXT) 📕

lips parted silently as his stare moved down the length of her body.

Spreading her legs a fraction, she skimmed her hands over her thighs, down the outside and up the inner until she hit the crease of her hips and repeated the path all over again.

That was all it took for him to do as she asked, cupping himself firmly.

“Show me,” she murmured, sliding the straps of her bra down her shoulders but keeping herself covered. “Show me how you’d jerk off while you thought about me.”

The muscles of Booker’s throat worked as he swallowed roughly.

He was tentative at first—perhaps a little shy under the reality of being watched, but he didn’t back down.

Sliding his hand under the waistband of his briefs, Booker gripped his base and stroked himself slowly.

Caitlin practically purred at the sight.

“God, you look good like that,” she told him, hooking her thumb in the elastic of her own underwear and snapping it against her skin. “You’re like every wet dream I’ve ever had.”

Breathing out a soft laugh, Booker lifted his gaze to meet hers.

She’d never seen him look so vulnerable. It flared something forceful and protective inside her, determined to never let him regret opening up to her.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” She asked, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. “It’s like my libido goes into overdrive every time I look at you.”

Smirking, Booker pumped his fist at a languid pace. He clearly wasn’t in any hurry.

Leaning forward, she placed her hands on his legs, enjoying the clench of muscle beneath her palms.

“And don’t even get me started on how other women look at you…”

When his brows knit together in confusion, Caitlin had to fight not to laugh.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed,” she said, grinning. “Every straight woman with a pulse in this camp stares at you like they want to climb you like a tree.”

“That so?” He asked, eyes locked on her breasts.

“Mhm-hmm.” Caitlin tilted back, pinching her right nipple and rolling it between her fingers until she was gasping. “And I get so high knowing they’re all jealous that I’m the one riding you into the mattress each night.”

His tempo quickened and Caitlin smirked.

“You like that too, huh?” She asked, watching his forearm flex. “Like knowing you’re mine?”

Booker grunted softly.

“That only I get to see you like this,” she continued, reaching out with her free hand to tug at the cotton still keeping him from sight. “Like my hottest fantasy come to life.”

She watched as a flush creeped up his bare chest to his neck, and she leaned over him to kiss the edges of the pink hue.

“Take these off,” she said, yanking at the elastic. “Let me really get a good look at you.”

Exhaling with a shudder, Booker nodded and did as she told, lifting his hips and pulling his briefs down to just above his knees.

“Christ, you’re perfect,” she said, staring down at where he gripped himself. “My mouth waters every time I see you hard like this.”

Booker cursed under his breath, barely audible. “Shit, Cae…”

“Is that what you thought about when you were alone?” She asked, switching to her left breast to squeeze until she was squirming. “How good my mouth would be on you?”

She felt his breath leave him, rustling her hair against her cheek while she watched his fist work up and down.

“Or did you like imagining how sweet it would feel to be inside me, fucking me until I screamed your name?”

Booker’s free hand clenched the blankets tight, and Caitlin grinned.

“Bet you’re really wishing you could touch me right now, aren’t you?”

Nodding, he bit off a moan. “Yeah.”

Hovering her lips half an inch above his, she smiled.

“Tell me what you thought about,” she whispered. “And maybe I’ll let you.”

Pupils blown wide, Booker stared up at her.

“I…” He licked his lips. “I’d imagine scoopin’ you up and puttin’ you on the hood of the Jeep.”

Bracing one hand on the wall over his shoulder, Caitlin trailed the other down between her thighs, sliding under the strip of fabric covering her.

“I’d think about those long legs wrapped around me,” he continued, breathless as he watched her stroke herself. “The sounds you’d make when I was in you…”

Caitlin groaned, pressing her fingers tight against her clit.

“Makin’ you come hard and fast,” he said, arm bumping her as he pumped his fist. “Not stoppin’ until you were a shakin’ mess.”

“Jesus, Booker,” she gasped. “That’s so good.”

“Not nearly as good as the real thing,” he said, gaze lifting to hers. “Havin’ you on top of me, cryin’ out…”

His hips bucked involuntarily, and he slowed his pace, keeping himself from peaking.

Caitlin grinned. “You’re doing so well, Jack,” she said, leaning in close until her nose brushed his cheek. “Look at you controlling yourself, saving it for me.”

The soft whine that escaped him was the most arousing noise she’d ever heard in her life.

“Please, Cae,” he murmured, careful not to turn his head and kiss her yet. “Darlin’ I’m…”

“Shh, it’s okay. Almost there,” she said. “Do you want to touch me?”

Booker nodded, nearly smacking his skull on the wall behind him.

“How?”

He faltered, brought to a sudden halt by too many options.

Caitlin grinned. “Hand? Or mouth?”

Booker sucked in air.

“Mouth,” he said, sounding utterly wrecked.

Tilting her head, she claimed his lips with hers, sliding her tongue inside in an almost obscene mimicry of what they both knew he desperately wanted.

Moaning against her, Booker lifted one hand to cup the back of her neck but quickly dropped it when he remembered he hadn’t been given permission.

Caitlin made a mental note to reward him for his efforts in the morning.

As she kissed him, she swung