Bleacke's Geek (Bleacke Shifters) by Lesli Richardson Read Free Book Online

“Can we ditch the talking for the rest of the night?” She looked up and met his gaze. “I’d rather feel your sweet cock inside me again.”
    Robbed of speech once more, he eagerly nodded. Fuck it. He’d obviously suffered a psychotic break and could sort it out in the morning when reality had once again settled over his boring, pitiful existence.
    “I do have a question, though,” she admitted. “How many women have you been with?”
    He felt his face redden. “Three.”
    One dark, elegant eyebrow arched. “Only three? Really?” No derision in her tone.
    “Four, including you.”
    Another sultry smile curved her lips. “Any of them ever give you a blow job?”
    He shook his head and her smile widened even further. “Oh, fuck me,” she softly said. “That’s great!”
    That confused him. “You’re happy about that?”
    “Duh.” She kissed him again. “That means I’m the only woman who’s ever had her lips down there.” She worked her way south again down his torso, until she reached his waist and started unfastening his belt. “This will be so much fun.”
    He kicked his shoes off and raised his hips as she pulled his pants and briefs down and tossed them to the floor. His socks followed. She pushed his legs apart and knelt between them. “Grab a pillow, sweetie. I want you to watch me suck your cock.”
    He fumbled around behind him, grabbed one, and dragged it under his head. His cock jutted up, rigid, engorged, ready.
    Her eyes never left his as she lowered her mouth until just over the tip. Wrapping her fingers gently around his shaft, she blew over the head and flicked her tongue over his slit.
    He moaned.

    * * * *

    He’s never had a blow job?
    Thank the Goddess there was a world of stupid women out there. His body, nicely trim even if not heavily muscled, wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. His shirt, at least one size too large, had hid his form, as had his slacks. Not much chest hair, just a very light dusting across his pecs and a thin, dark treasure trail leading from his navel south to the soft nest of hair between his legs.
    He had great legs, his thighs firm and nicely shaped, as was his ass.
    Ah, the bike riding.
    That made sense. He did have a biker’s trim, leanly lithe body. She’d been a little concerned about what he’d look like naked. Not that it’d make any difference to her, especially now. He was actually a refreshing change from Beck and his bulging biceps.
    And he’s allll mine.
    She flicked her tongue again and drew another soft moan from him. She couldn’t stop herself from the comparisons. He even tasted better than Beck, tangy and sweet and salty all at the same time.
    Crap. She’d have to call Beck in the morning and break the news to him. Thank the Goddess he’ll understand. No more midnight drop-in booty calls for that wolf.
    Pulling her mind back to her mate stretched out before her, she lightly swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and enjoyed his low, deep moan of pleasure. His gaze didn’t leave her even as she slowly sucked his member between her lips, taking her time, enjoying every noise he made and the way his body trembled under hers.
    She cupped his sac in her hand, softly stroking him, palming the warm, soft weight, her fingers playing with his hair. She loved everything about him.
    Her eyes dropped closed as a low moan of her own escaped. Her heart belonged to him, totally. She’d never really, truly believed the bonding bullshit before…until now. She’d die for him, kill for him, love him until her life ended.
    Passion took over. She eagerly worked his hot, slick shaft in her mouth, sucking every drop of precum out of him that she could and wanting more.
    “I…I can’t hold back,” he gasped.
    Without releasing his cock, she reached up with her other hand and grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her head. She thought one word to him. “ Don’t.”
    His hips bucked in time with her movements as her head bobbed up and