‘Mm, yes, just like that,’ she sighed appreciatively. ‘You’ve done this before, haven’t you?’
‘I’ve done a lot more than that,’ he said, rearing up suddenly and flipping her on to her back.
She shrieked, then subsided into giggles as he shushed her, jerking his thumb to indicate the crowds of people outside. She had completely forgotten about them.
‘Go on then,’ she whispered. ‘Show me.’
He lifted her skirt and pushed his face between her thighs, breathing heat over her skin as he slid his tongue inside her knickers.
‘Oh, you …’ But she couldn’t decide what it was she wanted to call him. A dirty bastard? An angel? Something in between, something without a name.
She rested her voice and concentrated instead on the divine sensations below. Her hands went again to her breasts, kneading them mindlessly while the combination of Deano’s tongue and her own juices contributed towards the thorough soaking of her knickers.
She clenched her buttocks and raised them off the ground, pushing herself into his mouth, inviting him to do his worst. And he certainly did it … or was it his best? … sending her into a spin of sticky delicious sensation that ended in a melting climax.
‘You’ve got me hungry, boy,’ she said, once her eyes had stopped blurring and were capable of supporting a mischievous glint again. ‘Get those jeans down.’
Deano shucked them over his hips with comic urgency, presenting her with the full proof of his desire for her as they crumpled down his thighs.
She reached out swiftly and seized his cock as if plucking a flower, bending over it to inspect it in detail.
‘It’s a nice one,’ she said, raising her eyes to him. ‘What does rock star cock taste like? Jack Daniels?’
‘Why don’t you suck it and see?’ invited Deano in strained tones.
She teased him first, blowing on it while she ran her fingers up and down, making sure she’d covered its full length and girth before going any further.
She had just curled her tongue around the very tip, ready to lower her open mouth and enclose it fully, when she heard her name being called, quite close by.
‘Kayley? Have you seen Kayley? Or Deano?’
Whoever it was was right at the tent flap.
‘Nah, sorry, duck.’
‘If you see them, can you …?’
‘Sure.’
And the tent
flap was opened.
For a second, Kayley couldn’t move, kneeling there with her tongue out and Deano’s cock pointing up at her parted lips, as if doomed to be found in this position.
Then she whipped up and back, repairing her state of semi-undress, though there was no time to put the bra back on.
‘Shit,’ she hissed, watching Deano pull up his jeans, wincing as the rough canvas chafed his erection. ‘Timing!’
‘This isn’t finished,’ he said, putting a finger on her lips before poking his head around the screen to see who was looking for him.
‘Ah, Parker,’ he said, with exaggerated cool. ‘What gives?’
‘What are you doing?’ she said, drawing closer, with a suspicious look in her eye. ‘You look a mess.’
‘Just, uh, needed to get my head down for a minute,’ he said. ‘Go back outside. I’ll be right with you.’
She stepped closer, sniffing the air.