We went outsidevia the back porch and walked down the hill toward the river. Whoever owned or built the log chateau had cleared and flattened a circle of land and created a firepit area, complete with benches, chairs, and a dry box with fire kindling. Cody had a lighter. That seemed strange to me, but he told me anyone smart who works out on the land carries a lighter all the time. We built a little fire in the ashy pit, just for fun, and then quickly went from canoodling to sucking face on one of the benches.
I just wanted to live the rest of my life with my mouth connected to his. His tongue was like satin and Lexi, my girlfriend down under, was totally on board with any plan that involved Cody’s mouth. Honestly, I was like a dog in heat, desperate for him, pulling him toward me, pressing my breasts to his chest and trying to keep my hips from bucking. He was not better than me though. His hands were everywhere, in my hair, cradling my back, gripping my ass, slipping under the hem of my shirt, thumbing my nipple over my bra. And we were noisy too, moaning and mewing.
But no matter what Lexi was clamoring about—and she was clamoring, believe you me—I still couldn’t have sex with him. I’m sure that not screwing was going to get old for him, quick, but I just couldn’t. I felt like having sex with him would only compound the complexity of my lies.
So,instead,I was going to choose to enjoy making out like horny teenagers.
He shifted toward me, then he shifted me a little. Still not quite getting what he wanted, in a throaty voice, he said, “Baby, climb on my lap.”
Lexi cheered, “Fuck yeah.” And even while I was throwing my leg over his hips and straddling his groin, I only heard the word ‘baby’ over and over in my mind, like a freaking delirious love song. It was such a sweet, gentle term of endearment, one you used for someone who you wanted to care for and protect. And while I knew I could take care of myself and Flynn, I loved that some part of him felt that way about me.
As soon as I was above him, he pushed his hands into the back of my black leggings, pressing into the flesh of my ass cheeks and pulling me down hard against his cock.
In response, we both breathed, “Fuck.”
Then there was some giggling before he said, “Jesus, James, sucking face with you is better than fucking anyone else.”
“Oh, God, I know.” My body was already instinctually chasing an orgasm, my hips pulsing back and forth, rubbing against the hard, thick ridge trapped behind his zipper. The fabric of my leggings was thin enough that I could feel the clasped metal teeth pressing into my skin. I didn’t like that, so without thinking, signaling to his jeans, I said, “You need to take these off.”
Like the record screeched, I abruptly stopped the gyrations of my hips. He smirked at me.
“No.” I shook my head, flustered. “I can’t…”
“Don’t worry.” He smiled. “I know. Now, hold on.”
“What?” I asked, confused. What did he mean hold on?
“Hold on,” he repeated incredulously as he stood up.
I yelped, burying my face in his neck and wrapping my arms and legs around him, so I didn’t careen to the ground.
“James?”
“Yep,” I said squeakily, still buried in his neck.
“You’ve got to loosen your legs a bit if I’m gonna get to my pants.”
Ooooh, now I got it. I did as he asked and felt the movement of his fingers on the button so close to my button of a completely different sort. His jeans dropped and he sat back down, pulling my pussy tight against his boxer brief-covered cock. I was sitting high on his lap, my face just a little bit above his so that my lips and my breasts were equal distance from his mouth.
Looking up at me with mischief in his eyes, his voice deep and sultry, he said, “Hey, hot stuff, wanna act like fifteen-year-olds and dry hump until we cream our pants?”
Fuck yeah, I did. Instead of answering, I kissed him. And then we kissed and groped and rubbed and bucked. When he mouthed my nipples through my shirt, biting and pulling like a beast, I started to soar. It was like his mouth on my nipple was the match, and suddenly I detonated. He used his hands to roughly pull and push me against him as I came. Through my haze of ecstasy, I heard him. “Oh fuck yeah, just like that. Yes... yes... come for me, baby.”
And then, as I shuddered down from my crescendo, I felt him tense up, clearly spurred on by me. He bucked his hips up, pulled me tight to him, threw his head back with his mouth open and O-shaped, and then he made a fucking beautiful mess.