I wait for Jess outside the jill.
When she emerges, I pounce. Even though I don’t mean to startle her, she gives a little squeak of surprise when I clamp a hand around her arm and tow her toward the back door.
I push it open, making tracks toward my Hummer, while she sputters out a question. “What…Blake! I wasn’t ready to leave!”
“So don’t leave. But you and I need a minute alone.”
“We really don’t.”
She could not be more wrong. It’s blissfully quiet out here, so I angle her against the door of my oversized car. “We weren’t done talking.”
“You’re never done talking,” she mutters back. “All you do is talk, you big motormouth.”
I grin down at her. “Did you just call me a motormouth?”
“Yes! Because you are.”
“I use my mouth for more than just talking,” I remind her. “But you already knew that. Remember back in March? All that begging you did about what I should do with my mouth?”
Her cheeks flame. “I told you, it was a one-time thing.”
I slant my head. “And the wedding?”
“Also a one-time thing.”
“One plus one equals two, babe.”
“Gee, congrats! You can do basic math!” She presses her palms to my chest to try to move me, but I can see the precise moment she gets distracted by the knowledge that she’s touching me. Her touch softens and she takes a shaky breath.
I lean in until our bodies are touching everywhere. “Look, it’s cool. This can be another one-time thing.”
“This?” Her brown eyes lift toward mine.
“Yeah, this.” And then my mouth crushes hers. Not a second passes before she grabs on to my shoulders and tugs me closer.
Our tongues meet, and Jess shivers in my arms. I work it slowly, dragging my tongue against hers, devouring her bit by bit. Suddenly, her hips are rocking against me, her leg sliding up to hook around my hip.
I am ridiculously hard. The fly of these jeans is in danger of exploding like my aunt Judy’s pressure cooker last Easter.
Boom!
“Boom?” Jess mumbles against my lips.
I must have said that out loud.
“We need more room,” I improvise, expecting to be shot down. But her hand shoots out to the side and grabs the handle to the back door of my truck.
I help her open it, because I’m polite like that, and two seconds later we’re sliding onto the seat and I’m yanking the door shut behind me. I tug her onto my lap and dive right back into her sweet mouth. She moans so loudly it vibrates my tinted windows. Did I mention how sweet my ride is?
Jess’s hand sneaks under my untucked shirt and onto my abs. “This won’t become a usual thing,” she mutters between kisses.
“No,” I agree. The fact that we’re on the same page is awesome. I don’t do relationships.
We do another swan dive into a kiss deeper than a mineshaft. I grab her ass in both hands and give it a nice, filthy squeeze.
“It’s a…study break,” she pants.
“A little stress relief,” I assure her as I slide my hands underneath her shirt and unclip her bra in back.
I grab her top and yank it over her head, then toss it into the front seat. The bra follows. Then I’ve got two hands full of boobalicious goodness. Jess has the sweetest tits. I just want to press my face between them and make motorboat noises.
But I forget all about that idea when her hands drop to my fly. She unbuttons my jeans and then yanks on the zipper. It’s only partially successful because my jeans are as tight as fuck right now, and she’s sitting on me.
I help her out, because I’m fun like that. And a second later she’s got one of her smooth little hands wrapped around my cock.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I start to mumble. Then I cup her head and pull her to me again.
She wiggles away. “I want a taste,” she whispers, ducking lower.
Before I can even respond, there’s a pair of soft lips dropping kisses on my cockhead. I stop breathing. Then she licks the sensitive place on the underside. “Fuck, baby. Get up here.”
She shakes her stubborn head. “I want to give you a hummer in your Hummer.”
I let out a laugh and wind her hair around my hand. I’ll give her a couple of minutes, I guess. Fair’s fair.
Her hot mouth takes the crown in, and I gasp. It’s so, so good. She sucks hard and wraps her hand around my base, her fingertips teasing my balls. Tipping my head back against the headrest, I wait, pleasure coursing through my body.
It takes a few minutes, but eventually Jess looks up at me, panting. “I can’t…get much of it.”
“I know, baby. Nobody can. Good of you to try, though. Come here.” I beckon.
She gives her silky hair a toss. “No. I hate failure.” She leans over and kisses my tip again. “Mmm,” she murmurs, tonguing me.
My hips pulse with longing. The sight of her pink tongue lapping at me is crazy hot. “You fucking kill me,” I groan. “Come here already.”