I don’t even glance around to see if anyone’s watching. I simply shift the crotch of her panties to the side and slip a single finger between her slit. Her head drops forward, resting on my shoulder, her breaths halting when I find her clit, press down gently on it. “Fuck, Holden,” she moans, arms circling my neck, wrapping the blanket around us, shielding our actions.
“I’ve wanted to touch you, Jamie,” I whisper, feeling her thigh muscles tense as I tease her entrance, spreading her liquid pleasure with the tip of my finger. “I’ve wanted to taste your pussy on my tongue. Fuck, I’ve wanted to slide my cock so deep inside you, watch you spread open for me.”
“Oh, fuck.”
I push two fingers inside her, let her warmth coat my flesh. She kisses my neck while I bite down on her shoulder.
She says, “Every morning when you leave for work, I’m still so turned on from the night before that I touch myself.”
“Shit, Jamie.”
“I think about you,” she says, lips moving to mine. “I think about your mouth on me, all over me. I think about you inside me. Like this.” She slides the tip of her tongue along the seam of my lips. “I think about you fucking me.”
Her words set off a flaming desire I haven’t felt with anyone but her. I press an open mouth to hers, let our tongues play, our ragged breaths merge, and I ignore the ache in my wrist from the movement of my hand—fast, hard—the way I know she likes it. I’m so fucking turned on; my dick hurts from being confined. And she’s… goddamn, she’s soaking wet between her legs, and I’m sure I’d be able to hear the evidence of her pleasure if it weren’t for the music. Or the people. She pulls back, biting my lip, and inhaling a breath, before she’s back at it, her hips shifting, circling.
“Eastwood!” I recognize Colton’s voice and force myself to pull back from Jamie.
Just her mouth.
My fingers continue to work her pussy while I jerk my head toward my approaching friend. “What’s up, bruh?”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d make it.”
“Should we stop?” Jamie whispers.
Yeah, there’s no fucking way I’m stopping. I press my thumb to her clit, and she smothers her moan into my shoulder.
Once Colton’s stopped beside us, I tell him, “Jamie wanted to come, so…” I curl my fingers inside her, making her flinch and clench around me.
Colton nods toward Jamie, his eyes bleary from the alcohol he’s already consumed. I highly doubt he’ll even remember this conversation in the morning.
“Hey, Colton,” Jamie breathes out.
“It’s good to see you again,” Colton replies. “Are you going to be here long?”
“I’m not sure,” I say, slowly sliding out of Jamie’s wet cunt and moving up to her clit. I rub her slowly, carefully, and her arms tighten around my neck. Her breath hitches, and I know she’s close. These little acts of voyeurism are something we discovered together—a kink we shared on more than one occasion. It started at the daisy field and moved to the dressing room at a thrift store and even the school’s janitor’s closet. It’s the possibility of being watched that drove us wild, had us coming back for more. It’s insane how much of a turn-on it is to think that someone could catch me with my fingers deep in her pussy. Fuck.
“Baby,” Jamie breathes out, and I consider making her come, right this second, in front of Colton. But I don’t, because as fucking illicit and hot as this is, right now, Jamie’s pleasure is for me. And it’s mine, and mine alone.
“I’ll catch you later, bro,” I tell Colton. “Jamie and I were just in the middle of something.”
I don’t wait for him to leave before I focus on Jamie again, covering her mouth with mine to drown out the sounds of her impending orgasm. Once I sense Colton’s no longer around, I switch from finger-fucking to clit rubbing, over and over, feeling her climb up, up, up, until I force her to come back down, down, down.
“Stop fucking teasing me,” she hisses.
“Like you haven’t done it all week.”
“Wait till I have your cock in my mouth. It won’t be so funny then.”
Just the thought of it has my cock throbbing. “Fuck.” I remove my fingers completely, just so I can lift her slightly—just enough to pull down her underwear and slide them down her feet. They land on the ground, and I don’t bother picking them up. I kiss her again, deeper, and use one hand to finger her, the other focused on her nub.
It doesn’t take long for her to come, her pussy pulsing around me, pleasure dripping down my palm. I pull from the kiss, let her bite down on my neck to muffle her scream.
For an entire minute afterward, we just hold each other, catching our breaths. The first sound she makes is a giggle that slowly turns to all-out laughter.
“What?” I ask, rearing back.
“God, that was so hot,” she murmurs, her eyes hazy with that after-orgasm glow.
“Fuck this.” I pick her up, throw her in the passenger seat and round my truck. I’m barely behind the wheel before she’s leaning over me, her hands working at my fly. A moment later, she’s freeing my cock, stroking it. I start the truck just as she wraps her mouth around me, the warmth of her tongue sending a shiver up my spine. I grip the steering wheel, my head throwing back in pleasure. “Jesus Christ.” I keep my eyes low, watching her head bob up and down, my moans mixing with the sounds of her sucking.
She pulls back but keeps her lips only an inch from my throbbing cock. “Drive, baby.”
Right. That’s what I was doing. I put the truck in gear, and she’s back to sucking, and my foot slips on the pedal, jerking us forward, my dick hitting the back of her throat. Fuck. “Baby, I don’t think I can make it all the way home with you…”
She licks from the base to the tip, then swirls her tongue around the head. Fucking A.
I swallow, hard, and try to focus on driving, all while she teases me, pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
It takes too long, or maybe not long enough, to get home, and we’re rushing to get out of the truck so we can finish what we started. We’re not even in the house before I’ve stripped her of her only item of clothing. With her back against the front door and the cool night air hardening her nipples, I spend a few moments on her tits, kissing them. Loving them. Then I get down on my knees and lift her thigh, place her foot on the bench beside the door. I dive in like a man starved, moaning at the taste of her pleasure.
I lick her pussy.
Suck it.
Bite it.
Her hands are in my hair, pulling hard, moving my mouth exactly how she wants me, where she wants me. She isn’t quiet anymore. She doesn’t need to be. She moans, screams, begs for more.
Her knees buckle, and I stand and catch her just in time. Lifting her off her feet, I open the door and carry her naked ass to the bed, where I throw her down. She lands—all loose limbs, wild hair—and fuck, she’s glorious.
I quickly strip out of my clothes, and she sits up, her mouth going to my cock again. I hold the back of her head, not to force her, just to guide her, and when I’m close to coming again, I push her off me and lie flat on the bed, face up. “Ride my fucking face, baby.”