Drawn Deep (Afternoon Delight 2)

“Wondered how long it would take for you to wander out here.” He didn’t turn around, merely kept tinkering. The metallic clinks of his wrench might as well have been darts of flame along her pussy. She was already melting. Any more eye candy of this nature and he’d find her standing in a puddle of her own…not drool.

“You forget that nighttime is for sleeping, Montgomery?”

He tossed her a cocky grin over one shoulder. “I’ve recently learned that’s not all it’s for.”

“What’re you doing out here?”

“Double-checking on your battery and doing some other maintenance stuff. I must’ve not been thorough enough before. I want to make sure I don’t miss anything.”

“Hmm. While I appreciate the effort, I thought I’d worn you out enough to need some recovery time.” She reached above her head to pull down the garage door. “Guess I’ll have to try harder next time to exhaust you.”

> Shifting to face her, he picked up his rag. “In the mood for some ice cream?”

“Oh yeah.” Untying her robe, she stalked toward him and drew his hand to her pristine white nightgown. Her breasts jutted against the silky fabric, nipples hard from the cold air and the excess of hormones just one glimpse of him caused. When he pinched one eager tip, smearing black, the jolt traveled straight to her clit, making her throb. She hiked up her robe and braced her foot on the bumper of her car. “This cone’s about to fucking drip.”

He tossed aside the rag and peeled down the lacy top of her nightie. “Christ. Look at you. Look at these.” He nipped the top of her cleavage, building her arousal to fever pitch. He pulled the fabric down farther, baring her taut peak with a groan. “You’re so beautiful. Seeing you like this steals all my air.” He used his teeth and tongue there too, whipping her to a frenzy with little biting licks. “Is your pussy wet for me?”

“God, when you talk dirty it makes me crazy. Knowing you’ve only done it for me. Yes, I’m wet.” She cupped his face and slanted her mouth over his, so ravenous for him it was like they’d never made love at all. “I need it,” she gasped, biting his lower lip. “I need it so bad.”

“I know you do. Me too. Fuck, me too.” He worked his way down her body, covering her shoulders and torso with openmouthed kisses.

She grabbed his hands and pressed them against her body. “Get me dirty.”

Halfway to the ground, he spread his fingers, trailing oil over her pretty lacy gown. He reached up to grip her throat in one hand, tipping her head back while he tore the fabric straight down the middle. Cool air wafted over her heated skin right before he captured her painfully aroused nipple between his teeth. She couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t breathe. He was on the move again too soon, his hand coasting down her back to seize her bottom while his tongue whispered over her navel, her mound, the swollen lips of her sex. Finally between them to her needy clit, flicking it again and again as she grasped a handful of his hair and wavered on the one leg she stood on. He buried his face in her slit, lapping at her so loudly and with such hunger that she couldn’t be embarrassed that she’d given him so much to taste.

“I know you knew how before me, but I’m totally taking…credit…for…this,” she said shakily, wobbling on her slippers.

Oh fuck, her Tweety slippers. Yeah, so hot. He must be laughing his ass off.

Actually he was, the rumble against her engorged flesh setting off a whole new round of tingling. “It’s all you.” He returned to her clit, his teeth providing a bit of pain in the midst of so much pleasure.

Every part of her grew heavy—breasts, chest, sex. She rocked into his erotic kisses, losing herself in them, forgetting all about the cold air just beyond the blast of warmth from the heater. The dirty floor and the dim bulb illuminating the cobwebs and junk lined up on the shelves disappeared. The way he worked her body transcended all that.

The tip of his tongue speared into her and she bowed her back, nearly losing her balance until he righted her with sure hands on her thighs. From the frantic way he nuzzled her clit, teased her slippery entrance, nipped at her folds, he proved that getting her off was as important as his own orgasm.

“God. Michael. Make me come.”

It was basically a useless command, because he already was. He groaned at her first spasm, softly urging her for more. And she gave it to him, again and again, the undulations in her core going on so long that she ran out of breath to gasp. She doubled over him, one hand flattening on his spine, the other tangling in his hair.

Rising fluidly, he grabbed her waist and lifted her up, ignoring her protests, and carried her around the car. He set her on her feet facing it, spreading her legs with his hands on her damp inner thighs. “So wet. I bet you could come again.” He bit her shoulder. “This time I want it on my cock. All slick and hot.”

“Damn, those words sound even dirtier when you say them.”

“They taste good.” Chuckling, he blew aside the strands of her hair to kiss the back of her neck. “Almost as good as that sweet pussy on my lips.”

“Has anyone told you you’re a good student?”

“Mmm. I know we haven’t run through the entire repertoire yet but I really like entering you from behind.” His hoarse tone made her shiver, especially when he demonstrated his opinion by tugging up her ruined nightgown to reveal her ass. “You’re built just right. Has anyone told you that?”

“Not like you. No one does anything like you.” Understatement of a lifetime.

“Let’s keep that streak going.” He cupped her butt, sliding his knee between. Without being told, she pressed her hands to the window, arching up on her toes. His zipper lowered, so loud in the stillness, broken only by their frantic breaths. A second later his bare length brushed over her soaked pussy. She should chastise him. It wasn’t good to set up bad habits.

Like being with him?

“I won’t go bare if you don’t want me to.” He fit his hand between her abdomen and the car, moving upward to cup her breast. Her stiff nipple poked between his fingers and he squeezed, his palm enveloping the full swell. “I’ll go inside and get a condom if you don’t mind waiting.”

If she didn’t mind waiting? She’d been waiting a hell of a long time. For what, she hadn’t been sure. Life happened in the spaces between, on the ordinary days when a simple class became the start of so much more. No matter how much she wished things wouldn’t change, they always did. She was changing too. Whether or not she liked it.