Two seconds. That’s all it took for her to decide she wanted the same thing too. “Let’s go to my room.”
Once the words were out, she wanted to drag him to her room and strip him.
“Are you sure?” He squeezed her ass over the soft material of her dress.
If she thought any more about him fucking her, she’d burn out all her brain cells. “I’m positive.”
Several steps and they stopped by a palm tree. Then another clash of lips hurled her temperature out of orbit. His tongue rubbed sensually against hers, claiming every crevice in her mouth, owning her lips. A soft whimper sounded in the back of her throat. She gripped his shirt in her hands, tugging at the material. It had to come off as soon as possible or she’d tear it off. He tore away from her, clenched his teeth together, and groaned.
“Tell me you want this now or we’ll stop.”
Stop? Was he crazy? There’d be no stopping. There would be coming for both of them if she had anything to do with it. She breathed hard, trying to drive air into her lungs.
“I want—I want you.” She drove her hands into his short hair, tugged his head down, and shoved her tongue into his mouth. Fuck waiting for the bedroom. With her fingers curled tight on his strands, she ran her nails across his scalp in a rough caress that was very unlike her.
“Fuck!” He sucked her neck. Her pulse beat erratically with each lick he did on her skin. Farther down, he swept his tongue over the top of her breasts.
“Oh yesss,” she moaned, leaning her head back on the tree.
One tug, and the dress was down to her waist, her breasts bared. The man was a genius. He worked triple shift, sucking one nipple into his mouth. He squeezed his calloused fingers. It didn’t stop there. His second hand lifted the hem of her dress and went straight for her panties. Instinctively, she widened her legs, making room for whatever he had planned.
She moaned. The hand in her crotch pushed the panties aside and rubbed right at her clit. A bone-deep shudder racked her spine.
Matt released her nipple from the prison of his lips. The cool air scrunched up the little bud tighter. “Jessie, God. Look how beautiful you are. And so responsive.”
Not even in her wildest dreams would she have come up with this. He rubbed up and down her clit. Lightly. Slowly winding the wheel of desire at her core. The tree’s rough bark rubbed against her back, a reminder they were still outside in view of anyone who happened by.
Lick. Suck. Bite. Moan. She groaned with each pleasurable nibble. Her hips rocked on his fingers, hoping to increase the friction on her clit. Then he added to her torture by slipping one digit into her *.
“So wet.”
She ran her hands down to his shoulders and held on.
“Matt, please.”
He glanced up from her wet nipple and met her gaze. The lines of his face were tight with need. Hunger. Passion. It was clear to see.
She gasped. He dropped down to his knees and dove under her skirt. He tugged on her panties. The material ripped and slid off. Digging her nails on the tree at her back, she widened her legs and waited. His hot breath floated over her * lips. Then he rubbed his mouth over her slick sex.
“Oh, Matt.”
One lick. Then another. Breaths pounded hard in her chest. He flicked his tongue mercilessly over her clit. Her belly quivered as he did long, wet, licks through her folds. Stars burst behind her lids, covering the field of her vision in white sparkles.
He thrust his tongue into her channel. Lick. Suck. Fuck. Her body burned. Goosebumps broke over her skin with each swipe of his tongue on her sensitive flesh. His fingers bit into her ass. Cheeks squeezed tight, he focused on her clit.
Ragged breaths rushed out in a panted wheeze. “Oh my God…”
Another suck. The ball of tension tightened some more. Another flick. She stood at the edge of a precipice, ready to fall into the waves of pleasure. His teeth grazed her nub in a nibble that broke through the tension and shoved her into a tidal wave of bliss.
She bit her lip hard to hold back the scream pushing up her throat. Her legs shook and almost gave under her had it not been for his tight grip. Molten fire heated her veins and travelled through her body in a slow river of joy.
He pulled away from under her skirt to stand before her. That’s when she attacked. She threw herself in his arms, molded their lips together, and kissed him.
Harsh.
Demanding.
Aggressive.
Completely unlike her and yet incredibly liberating. He groaned into their kiss. Her hand shot down to his pants. Unzip. His hard, long, cock sprang free. Another moan from him and she pulled back to jerk him in her hand while staring at him.
“Tell me to put your nice long cock in my mouth.”
“Fuck, Jessie.”
“Tell me to suck it and I will.” She squeezed at his pulsing member. Then she rubbed her palm over his slit and coated it with his precum. She used it to lubricate her hand and jerk him in her grip.