“Fuck, Sweet Ass, the things I want to do to you....”
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??Show me,” I whisper into his mouth taking the initiative and kissing him. Sliding my tongue between his lips, loving the way his tongue dances with mine.
Maneuvering a hand between my thighs he rubs over the crotch of my thong and my body quivers arching into his touch. Breath hitching in my throat, I’ve never felt more excited and alive. I can’t help but wonder if this what it was supposed to feel like the few rare times Matt and I did some heavy petting. Vegas sets my blood on fire. Kissing me again, he continues to torture me, touching me gently…touching me slowly.
Things are getting intense until an eeriness settles over me. The sensation that we are being watched washes over me, and I start scanning our surroundings.
Vegas senses the change in me. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know…I just get this inkling someone is watching us.”
“Probably an animal. Lots of wildlife comes down to drink from the lake.” I nod. I’m sure he’s right, and he said he comes out here a lot. Besides, we’re on his grandpa’s land. “Why don’t we take this out of the water?”
“Sounds like a good idea.” With my legs still wrapped around him, he carries me to shore. The moment my feet hit the ground a twig or something snaps and crunches in the woods around us. I jerk and follow the sound and smile in relief seeing a group of deer breaking through the trees.
“See,” Vegas says with a light chuckle.
“Hey, did you see where my bra went? Or the rest of my clothes?” I spin around not seeing anything of mine. Not even my shoes.
“What the fuck,” he mutters under his breath unable to locate my stuff either. He gives me his t-shirt. When we get to the picnic table, he loses his cool. The remnants of our milkshakes has been dumped out onto his leather vest. “I’m going to kill that little prick.”
“You think Matt did this?”
“Who else?” He snaps, and I shrink back.
He takes a breath. “I’m not mad at you and don’t ever shrink back like I’d ever hit you. I’m not fucking like that. He ever put his hands on you or some shit?”
I glance at my bare feet. “Matt hit me once when we were in high school. He swore he didn’t mean it and he’d never do it again, but I think somewhere in the back of my mind I was always waiting for it to happen again.”
We both snap our heads toward the gate when we hear the sound of a car starting up.
“Come on. I’ll take you to the house to find something for you to wear home and I gotta clean this shit off my cut.”
“I am sorry. I didn’t expect him to react this way.”
“Don’t worry about it. Next time I see he him he’ll get the message to fuck off and stay away loud and clear.” Reaching his hand out to mine, I accept it, and he pulls me into his embrace, the warmth of his hold welcoming. Lips to my forehead, Vegas hugs me tight. My pebbled nipples pressing through the thin t-shirt and rubbing against his naked chest. “That bastard won’t be bothering you no more. You can trust in that.” Something about his tone makes me believe him.
We get on his motorcycle, me clad in just his wet t-shirt and my thong. The night air bites my skin, and I squeeze my arms around his middle tighter. It doesn’t take us long to get to the house. Vegas piggybacks me through the front door and down the hallway to his room. “Anything you need help yourself. Gotta clean up my cut.”
“Yeah, sure. Do what you need to.” I pull the damp t-shirt off and start going through his drawers looking for a pair of sweats.
Chapter 10
—Vegas
“You can stay here if you want to and you’re welcome to use the shower, or I can drive you home. But you do gotta be back here early to babysit the old grouch. I can have one of the guys drop your car off to you after I go by The Roadhouse.” I draw her head into my chest, stroking her blonde hair, laying in my bed, with my back propped up on the headboard. She gazes up at me with those gorgeous hazel eyes, but I see the apprehension there. “I don’t expect anything if that’s what you’re worried about. Hell, I’ll sleep on the floor or couch. Whatever you prefer.”
“I’ll stay. I…” she hesitates sinking her teeth into her lip again, rolling it inward and back out. My cock twitches at the sight. I keep quiet waiting for her to get the courage to continue. “I had a good time tonight. A really good time. I liked what we did in the water. I wouldn’t be against doing it again.”
“Oh yeah.” I grin at her feeling pride swelling in my chest. Tina smiles back up at me, and we move our faces closer together simultaneously seeking each other’s lips. We come together, my tongue slipping between the seam immediately. Our tongues move together, finding an easy rhythm. I slide my hand up the shirt she’s wearing, palming her perfect tit that fills my hand just right. Rubbing my thumb back and forth across her nipple I give it a slight pinch and she lets out a moan so sweet my cock aches.
Tina shifts, rolling over top me, straddling me. Her pussy rubs over my growing erection dry humping the hell outta me, but it fucking feels good. I’ll have to jack off once she falls asleep if I don’t nut in my damn pants first. She’s driving me fucking crazy. I go back to teasing her tits to keep from thinking about cumming all inside her tight little cunt. Her hips roll moving in a circular motion. Tina pants against my lips, and I grab her hips. Holding her in place, thrusting my hips up wishing I was inside her. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than fucking her right now. I can tell she’s close to getting off by her jerky movements.
I’m damn tempted to roll her over, jerk her bottoms down, and slide my cock between the thick globes of her ass. That beautiful perfectly fuckable ass. “That’s it, Sweet Ass, let go. Cum for me.” Her cheeks flush pink but she shudders, finding her release.
Tina lays next to me recovering from her orgasm. “That was…um…wow.”