She took her lips from me with a little pop and giggled. “No, it’s hard. And I think it’s getting harder.”
“Oh, fuck. Fuuuuuuuck,” I moaned as she slid her lips down to her fingers, enveloping my cock in hot, wet heaven. She kept it there, half in her mouth, half in her hand and worked it from both ends, jerking and sucking until I was positive I was going to lose control of my truck, my orgasm, and my senses.
“Mmmmm.” She lifted her head again. “I can taste you,” she whispered. “I love it.”
My jaw ticked. “You are a very bad girl.”
“I know.” She rubbed the tip in circles against the flat of her tongue, and I cursed again, making her laugh.
God, that laugh. I’d never grow tired of it. And then I made the mistake of glancing down at that blonde hair. I’d seen her first from behind tonight, the moment I stepped into the room. I’d hated every step of the walk to get to her, feeling the eyes of everyone there on me, but I’d kept my focus on that hair and those curves in her tight black dress and those alabaster legs that had been wrapped around my body just a few nights ago. When I’d gotten close enough to see her shoes, blood rushed to my groin at the sight of the bows tied above the high heels.
That was bad, right? That I’d gone there to apologize, to show her I wanted to be there for her, to make an effort at being the kind of person she deserved—and then all I could think about was fucking her with her shoes on?
And that was if I could hold out.
“Wait,” I begged her as I felt myself nearing the point of no return. We were getting close to the cabin, although I could hardly feel my foot on the pedal. “I don’t want to come yet. Just wait.”
“Not. Waiting,” said the little vixen, taking me all the way in. My cock hit the back of her throat and my legs seized up.
Fuck, I have to pull over. Veering to the shoulder, I braked hard and came to an abrupt stop, my breath coming fast, my heart pounding inside my chest. Please don’t let a cop come by here tonight—at least not for the next thirty seconds, which was all I’d have before—
“Jesus. Skylar.” Turning off the ignition and the lights, I grabbed her hair, gathering it in my fists.
“Yes,” she whispered, yanking me hard and tight and fast with her hand. I could feel her breath on my cock, teasing me, and it made me want to tease her a little.
I tightened my fingers in her hair, not pulling too hard, but not letting her get her mouth back on me either.
She gasped. “Oh, you’re so mean. Let me. Please. I just want to taste you.” She looked up at me with those big, soft eyes and I swear to fucking Christ I almost lost it right there in her face.
“You’re a very bad girl, Skylar Nixon.”
Her lips widened into a wicked smile. “Let’s play a game.”
Oh, Jesus. “What kind of game?”
“Just a little something I’ve been thinking about.” She licked me, and I let her. “Let’s pretend we’re back in school and we’re skipping class.”
I closed my eyes, willing myself not to come too fast, but the fact that she wanted to indulge in a little fantasy was liable to put me right over.
“And I’ve never given anyone a blowjob before. You’re the first, Sebastian.” Her voice had changed. It was higher-pitched, more girlish.
“Yeah?” I managed, relaxing my grip in her hair a little.
“Yes.” She brought her legs up beneath her so she was kneeling on the passenger seat. “Tell me what to do to make you come.”
“Uh, hearing you say that would’ve made me come already.”
She gave me a dirty look, then pouted. “Come on. Play with me.” A dirty little grin stretched her lips. “I just want to please you.”
When she lowered her mouth to me again, her ass in the air, I put one hand on it as she took me in deep again, slowly gliding her lips and tongue and teeth down my cock and back up, again and again and again.
“Fucking hell, Skylar Nixon. If this is your first blowjob, you are a goddamn prodigy.”
She giggled, pulling me from her mouth. “You like it?”
I licked my lips and palmed her perfect ass. “Yeah.”
“Have you seen me around school?” She arched her back, batted her lashes at me. “I’ve seen you.”
“Every day,” I growled. “And every day I want you just like this. On your knees for me.”
“Really?” She smiled shyly. “Tell me what to do.”
I inhaled. “Put my dick in your mouth,” I told her. (Somewhere inside my head was a skinny, awkward teenager screaming Oh my God, you just told Skylar Nixon to put your dick in her mouth!) “Yes, just like that.” She took me between her lips and resumed the slow bobs of her head, the tight squeezes with her hand. “It feels so good when you take my cock in deep like that. I love your tongue on it.” She paused with the tip hitting the back of her throat and I groaned, lifting my hips off the seat.
“Yes, yes…” I whispered. “Fuck yes, like that. You’re so beautiful, and I’ve thought about this so many times…” I loosened my grip of her hair further and she moved her hand and head faster, making my lower body tingle and clench and burn. Oh fuck, I was close—did she really want it this way?
“You’re gonna make me come in your mouth…are you sure?” In answer, she went even harder at me, moaning and sucking and jerking me with tight, hard pulls, keeping me deep inside her mouth. Oh God oh God oh God—fuck yes! I spanked her ass hard, left my hand there as my climax ripped through me and I came in her mouth, my cock throbbing hard, my breath escaping me in loud, strangled growls.
When it was over, she swallowed and straightened up to her knees, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Was it good?” she asked, all wide-eyed innocence and full, puffy lips.
“Uhng.” Yes, that’s what I said. Uhng.
She smiled slyly. “I hope so. I liked it. Maybe you’ll let me do it again sometime.”
“Maybe.” Grabbing her jaw with one hand, I pulled her face to mine. “You. Are. Very. Naughty.”
Her eyes gleamed with blue fire. “I was naughty, wasn’t I?”
I kissed her lips. “Yes.”
“It was your fault. Wearing that suit and coming to surprise me that way.” She buckled herself in while I did up my pants, and as we drove the short distance to the cabin, I kept looking at her legs…and her shoes.
It gave me an idea, something I’d always wanted to try but never had the nerve to attempt because of who I was. But Skylar was different.
She understood me.
“Are you hungry?” he asked once we got inside.
“Sort of.” I slipped out of my coat, setting it and my purse on the couch. I had no idea if I was hungry—my stomach had been doing all kinds of crazy acrobatics since he’d walked into that reunion.
He went into the kitchen, flipped on the light and started rummaging around in the fridge. “Will you eat if I make something?”
“Sure. You cook?” Surprised, I went over to the little breakfast bar and sat on a stool.
“Yes.” After washing his hands, he pulled out a carton of eggs and a green bell pepper. “Are you impressed?”
I nodded. “Definitely.”
“Good.” He pulled two small tomatoes, a bag of shredded mozzarella cheese, and a package of bacon from the fridge. “Do you cook?”
I pursed my lips. “I’m more of a sous-chef.”
He grinned and grabbed milk, butter, and a bag of basil from the fridge before closing the door. “You can help.”
“OK.” Excited, I joined him in the kitchen, washing my hands at the sink. “What should I do?”
“Can you chop the basil and slice the tomatoes?”
“Sure. Knife?” I looked around for a knife block but didn’t see one.
“They’re in the cupboard above the fridge. I’ll get you one.”