I was glad too. I was reluctant to admit it to anyone, even Jackson, but ever since the parking garage attack, I’d been a little more skittish than usual, and it was nice to take my photos without having to be so aware of my surroundings.
Jackson wouldn’t be pleased with that line of thinking; he’d want me to learn to take photos while I was exercising caution about my surroundings as well. But that was easier said than done. And Jackson was clearly aware enough for the both of us. He’d managed to catch that creeper out in the woods today all by himself.
I bet my neck farther forward, hoping that he’d keep going. He did keep going, kissing the side of my neck and down my jaw. He stepped closer, and I felt his insistent erection against my backside. “My family excels at awkward. If there’s a way to put someone on the spot, they’ll do it.” I turned my head. “Even I wasn’t expecting my grandmother to announce your presence at dinner.”
He pulled my zipper down, inch by inch, kissing my shoulder blades as the dress material fell away.
I shivered under his touch, while he chuckled and nuzzled my neck. “Now that part wasn’t so bad. It’s kind of nice to get a little appreciation,” he said.
I spun around and put my hands on his hips. “I’ll show you some appreciation.”
“Now that does sound good,” he said.
“We’re lucky you didn’t have your Army dress uniform with you. I think my aunt might have ripped it right off your body.”
“There is no one else down there that I have any interest in. Not even looking.”
I stepped out of my party dress, and flung it to land on the chair where Jackson’s tie lay.
His big hands came up to cup my shoulders, then he ran one finger over the cup of my bra. “Hey, these are different. I didn’t get enough time with the teal blue set you put on this morning.”
“I’ll wear them again.”
“I do like these though.” He pushed his finger under the strap of my lacy black bra. “They’re sexy.”
“They’re new,” I said.
I stepped back and turned around for him, letting him admire my bra and panties. This racy set was not something I owned prior to meeting Jackson. As soon as I’d had a break in the scouting out the best photography spots yesterday, I’d snuck away and called the wedding planner. She’d been happy to get a suit for Jackson, so I asked her to point me in the direction of a personal shopper in Anchorage. She’d known a few, and the first one I called had been willing to buy me several sets of lingerie.
Our conversation had been beyond embarrassing, but worth it. I’d never spent one second of my life thinking about my bra and panties, beyond how comfortable they were. And suddenly I was on the phone with a stranger, telling her I wanted to surprise my boyfriend.
She’d chosen the style, boxed them up and had them delivered to my hotel room. During the morning, I’d worn the more practical teal set that Jackson had seen, but before the rehearsal dinner started I slipped into the lacy black set.
They weren’t exactly comfortable, but they were definitely eye-catching. I’d even surprised myself when I looked in the mirror. I’d never thought of myself as hot, but in this lingerie, I was sizzling.
While I’d been on the phone with the personal shopper, I’d texted her a picture of myself, and then she’d described what she had in mind for me. She’d describe her choice for me as a sheer balcony bra, which meant it was going to push my breasts together and make them look bigger. And the panties… well. Calling them panties was generous. They were more like a scrap of fabric.
As I turned, Jackson blinked a few times. “Stop.”
I stopped.
His hand came out to touch my backside.
“Damn it, Loren. You’re wearing a thong.” His hand went straight to his cock.
“Is that a good thing?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him.
His blue eyes looked stormy. “It depends.”
“On what?”
He took his suit jacket off and threw it in the pile with my dress. “On how fast you want to get fucked.”
In the lacy bra, my nipples went tight. Between my legs, the thong was about to be wet. Really freaking wet.
“I believe I owe you something first,” I said.
He tangled his hand in my hair. “I believe you do too. And I can’t wait to see you on your knees again.”
“You want to leave the lights on again? The first time you had only moonlight.”
“You bet your ass we’re leaving the lights on. I don’t want to miss a second of this.” Jackson started unbuttoning his dress shirt, and I watched, mouth watering, as he popped the buttons out of their holes, one by one. Finally he got it off, revealing his undershirt which he yanked off.
I stepped forward and ran my hands over the flat plane of his chest. “I think everyone at dinner wanted to rip that stuffy shirt right off of you.”
“Hey, if the shirt’s too stuffy, I’d be happy to wear a t-shirt to the wedding tomorrow.”
“You’d look good in a burlap sack, and you know it.” I kissed his firm pecs, and I pressed the flat of my hand against his chiseled abs. Then I went down on my knees.
Jackson’s hand was back in my hair, knotting it up again. “I need to see your face when my cock’s in your mouth.
“I can work with that.” I pulled a hair tie from my wrist and pulled my hair into a bun.
“Much better,” he said. “Your hair’s sexy too, but I want to see your mouth.” He stared down at me again. “As much as I liked fucking you out in the wilderness, I’m really going to like fucking you where I can actually see you.”
I responded by pulling his boxers down, and freeing his big cock. “I like seeing you too,” I said. The sight of his hard cock sent a blast of heat through my veins. So did the knowledge that this hot, sexy guy, who was fourteen years older than I was wanted to fuck me over and over with that big cock. I’d waited a long time for this experience, and every second had paid off.
He kicked his boxers off and then remembering what I’d learned the first time, I leaned in and wrapped one hand around the base of his cock. I wet my lips, and then I licked his cock, from the base to the tip.
He moaned and ran his fingers over my cheek. I gave his cock a few more strong licks with the flat of my tongue until I had him swaying in place. Then when his cock was so hard I could feel it throbbing, I put my mouth on the tip, and I wrapped my lips around his flesh.
Just like before, arousal flooded my body at the knowledge that I had Jackon’s cock in my mouth. In a way, it was more intimate than even regular sex, or kissing. I opened my mouth wider, wanting him to feel my lust for him through my actions.
I tried to recall what I’d read, and I made humming sounds, while tilting my head and twisting my mouth. That part felt weird as hell, but it seemed to work, because he pulled back.
“I’m not ready to come yet,” he said.
“Are you going to fuck my mouth again?”
“Do you want me to?” he asked.
I nodded. Down on my knees, I tried to look as sultry as possible. I folded my hands over my lap, arched my back just a little until my breasts, already highlighted by the bra, were very much on display, and I licked my lips. .