I stayed with him.
I focused on the feel of his warm, wet tongue. The way his strong fingers gripped my waist, then over my shirt where he palmed my breast. The taste of him, the smell of him. Clean, like soap and fresh air.
My mind didn’t wander. I was one hundred percent focused on him. Soon, I forgot we were on Alley Road with the sun rapidly setting behind the decaying abandoned buildings. Until he pulled away from me, his chest lifting and dropping, his eyes molten.
“This…isn’t our date.” His tone suggested he hadn’t meant to let our kiss spin out of control. But here, on Alley Road, where he’d quite literally spun out of control, that was almost poetic.
He put the car into gear before sending me a heated gaze that held the promise of more.
Chapter Fifteen
Cade
Ridgeway State Park closed at sunset, which made it perfect for stargazing in private. A metal sign on a chain warned: violators will be persecuted. I laughed as I unhooked it so that I could drive in. Leave it to my hometown to misuse a word in a warning.
I hopped out again to re-hook the chain, hoping if nothing appeared amiss we could stay as long as we liked without being detected. I’d packed a cooler full of food and a blanket, but I wasn’t confident I’d brought the right food for silver-spoon-in-her-mouth Tasha. My past dates had consisted of bar food and liquor shots, so I was a little out of my element.
She twisted her fingers nervously.
“Never broke into anywh-where before?” I asked as we eased along the road in the dark.
“No.” I felt her gaze on me through the grainy darkness. “It’s kinda fun.”
“Stick with me, kitten. I’ll sh-show you fun.”
“Kitten.” She grunted, a sound of mild disapproval. “That’s what you called me the night you hit on me with that horrible ‘Cade train’ line.”
There was a time I would’ve laughed that off, but instead I winced.
“It was pretty bad,” she said, laughing now. That made me feel marginally better. I guessed she forgave me.
Even so, I said, “Sorry,” the S dragging out for a few humiliating beats.
“I didn’t know you then.” Her hand draped over mine reassuringly. “I do now.”
I navigated past the parking lot and drove into the grass, hoping the trees would offer better cover from the road. I wasn’t too worried. When was the last time you saw a park ranger on duty?
The temperature had dropped, and since we still had the top off the car, a brisk breeze curled around the interior. Tasha was shivering. I doubted it was from the sheer exhilaration of breaking into a park.
“Cold?” I managed.
“I’m fine.”
Said her chattering teeth.
“Haven’t fixed the heater y-yet.” I killed the engine and spread the blanket over her bare legs. She pulled it up to her chin and shot me a smile. As much as I hated covering her up, that smile was worth it.
I was flipping through radio stations when she asked, “You packed a cooler?”
I met her raised eyebrow with one of my own. “Maybe.”
“Do you always prepare for a spontaneous make-out session?”
“I was pruh-paring anyway. Making out is a bonus.” I grinned and she grinned. “Eat, then therapy.”
“Actual therapy?” Her eyes lit with excitement. If I wasn’t mistaken, the prospect of helping me speak ranked higher than us making out. That was troubling. And cute.
I handed her a sandwich, then pulled out a bottle of water and waggled it at her. “Have ss-straws?”
“I do.” She beamed. Cute.
She had no complaints about the ham and cheese sandwiches, which I took to mean they were edible. After, we went to work. I did her puckering exercises. I sounded out the annoying ooos and I popped the Ps in those stupid puhs.
She must’ve caught me grimacing at the straws. She pulled one out, unwrapped it, and stuck it into the water bottle, then said, “You know, the purpose of this exercise is to warm up the tongue. We could try an alternate workout.”
Arm on the back of her seat, I leaned close. “Yes.”
The word came out smoothly and I hadn’t even tried.
Her laugh sounded a lot like approval. “You seem surprised that therapy actually works.”
“Kinda.” And a clear K. I will be damned.
“Well, you know what they say. Practice makes perfect.” She touched my cheek with delicate fingers. I stopped caring about my mouth and focused on hers.
I closed the gap and kissed her. She wasted no time slipping her hand under my T-shirt and scraping my abs with her fingernails.
“This is my favorite kind of therapy.” Her voice was husky, feathering at the edges. I loved that sound.
“Mine too,” I said against her neck before kissing my way south. I unclasped her bra, freeing her gorgeous, creamy breasts. When her shirt was out of the way, I took one on my tongue. I loved the way her nipples peaked, like they were begging for more. Her back arched, her hips thrusting as my hand wandered in that direction.
I didn’t get far before she grabbed my head and kissed me mercilessly. She rubbed her other palm on my cock over my jeans as my breath whooshed from my lips.
This girl.
“Tasha.” I didn’t have the chance to say more before delicate fingers undid the stud of my jeans and lowered the zipper. The throb in my dick was supersonic. If she did what I thought she was about to do… God help me.
I’d have to focus to last longer than a few minutes. A few seconds. Just thinking of her mouth on me made my heart rate triple and my palms sweat.
She tossed the blanket over my lap and disappeared under it.
Holy shit.
I leaned back on the headrest, eyes turned up at the star-studded sky. I mused that my stargazing idea had taken a turn for the better, but the moment her wet, warm mouth closed over the tip, all thought ceased. Not seeing what she was doing amplified each soft lick. She kissed the tip sweetly before swirling the head with her tongue. Then she took my cock into her mouth inch by inch, and I groaned deeply. She laved me with her talented tongue, and my hips gave a helpless jerk.
I rested a hand on her head over the blanket, conscious not to force her mouth down, but there was no need. She didn’t need guidance. Her perfect rhythm sent a trail of pure fire licking up my spine.
An electric buzz started in my cock and then shot through my limbs. I knifed up and threw the blanket off to warn her I was close to coming. If I’d known she was going to do this, I’d have cleaned the pipes this morning before I picked her up. I swept her hair away from her face, which gave me a full view of her plush mouth sliding over my rigid flesh.
“Tash,” I breathed, my voice ragged.
Big blue eyes turned up at me as she determinedly continued her work.
I locked my gaze with hers, unable to make my tongue to work for a totally different reason than usual.
She never came up for air.
My balls drew up, my legs tensing and my knees locking. I put my hand on her head gently, the other wrapped around the steering wheel with a death grip. Then my ass clenched and my eyes rolled back. My release shuttled toward me like a runaway train, jarring my entire body. I came hard. Hips lifting, I pumped into her mouth, as a long, low groan of completion exited mine. It ended on a stuttered, shaky breath. My tense muscles relaxed one by one. I unclenched my hand from the steering wheel and dropped it to my lap. My mind was lost behind a fuzzy veil as she let me loose, kissing her way from my belly to my chest and hauling my shirt up as she went.