His tongue glides up my wet center, finding my clit again. Over and over, the tip of his tongue flutters against my needy button. My lower belly clenches, causing me to grab another fistful of his hair.
“Mm, yeah, don’t stop.” Arching my back, the orgasm starts to shoot down my legs, and my muscles tense, attempting to clamp around Nick’s ears.
With firm hands, he spreads me open, pinning my thighs in place. Faster and faster, he licks my pussy, swallowing my juice as he takes a quick breath. Thrusting two fingers into my entrance, my pussy bears down as he fingers me, and his tongue keeps working my clit.
Every muscle in my body shakes as I come, my clit throbbing so hard it’s like it has its own heartbeat. I feel amazing, like I’m floating in the air, light as a feather.
Nick stands, his smile shiny, his lips glisten as he wipes his lips and licks his fingers. His pants are unzipped, and I realize his hand is coated with his cum. He notices my eyes, and his smile widens.
“I tried to resist, but my cock hurt so bad, I had to jerk off.” He moves to the passenger side of the car and leans into the window. Pulling out some napkins from the glove box, he wipes his hand off. “You really do taste fucking amazing.”
Sliding off the hood, I pull my panties and shorts up. “And you really know how to use your tongue.”
“Maybe next time I can get to see how you use yours.” He winks as he walks back in my direction.
Shrugging a shoulder, I can’t stop myself from grinning. “Guess that’s for me to know and you to find out.”
“Oo,” he says, sucking in a breath of air with a hiss. “One point, Misty. Where did this little firecracker come from? I like her.” He tries to wrap me with an arm and pull me in, but I stop him.
Pushing myself out of his grasp, I take a step toward the door. “Calm down there, Romeo. We still have work to do, remember?”
Hanging his head, he nods. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”
Suddenly, there’s a loud rustle in the bushes, causing us both to freeze. Our eyes are locked on the tree line, and we can see the treetops as they sway back and forth.
The ground beneath my feet vibrates. “Do you feel that?” I ask.
“Feel what?” He turns to look at me, when a giant buck comes charging out of the woods. “Get in the car!” he yells, throwing himself into the front seat.
I follow suit, almost diving in through the window. Nick starts the car and rolls the windows up. The deer runs in our direction, and my heart jumps in my throat as we both seem to be stuck in this state of shock.
The deer is right here, and on reflex I close my eyes right before he hits the car. Cringing, I wait, clutching the dashboard like it will save me.
And then silence.
Peeking out from one eye, I see Nick looking back over his shoulder. Following his gaze, the buck is still running, charging up the desolate road.
“Holy shit,” I finally say, letting out the breath I’m holding in.
Nick starts to laugh and drags his hand across his head. “Wow, didn’t expect that. Good thing he waited until we were done.”
We both start laughing, and I finally feel at ease with this whole trip.
Maybe it won’t be so bad. But we can’t do this again, that was the last time.
I need to behave myself.
But what if I can’t?
5
Misty
Nick opens the door of the bakery and holds his arm out for me to go in first. I smile, he smiles back, but it’s not a normal smile. It’s a smile made from dirty, hot, oral sex on the side of the road.
My body is still tingly, my skin is flush and warm. I can still feel the effects of the orgasm. I’m laughing and giggling over almost nothing, like a giddy girl with a crush.
He walks in behind me, and we’re instantly met by a young man. He throws his arms up, and flips his fingers in our direction.
“No, no, no, I’m sorry, I have to ask you to leave. The sign might say open, but you can’t come in.” He rests his hand on his hip, and brushes his hair from his face. “I wish I could tell my mother-in-law that, but my husband would divorce me.” He laughs at his own joke, then quickly stops, and stares at us. “We open on the tenth, so you can come back then.”
Nick smirks, flashing his brows. The look on his face is feisty and playful, and I know he’s planning on messing with him.
Throwing his thumb over his shoulder, he looks back at the door. “But the sign does say open.” Nick’s lip twitches at the corner, playing up the confusion. “So, you must be open, right?”