Chapter 19 #2
She tilts her head back, toward the open garage, and I nod.
We move out of the open garage to a stone path on the side of her house, and I trail behind her to a round patio with grass poking up between several of the bricks.
She takes a seat in one of the wooden Adirondack chairs and I do the same.
A well-used metal fire pit holds burnt log ends in the center.
It’s a little warm out today, but I could get used to sitting by this thing at night.
“This is a nice spot,” I comment, taking a swig of my beer.
Renleigh lets out a heavy sigh, and rests her beer on the arm rest while sinking back in the chair and closing her eyes.
“My dad built it when I was in high school. I used to come out here to read. The trees block it from most of the yard, and there isn’t a single window in the house that views this place.
“So, what you’re saying is, this is where you did all your devious behavior?” I wink at her as she pops an eye open at me.
“Some of it,” she says, her lips tight with a guilty smile.
I chuckle, my lips resting on the rim of my beer bottle.
“I meant smoking pot and drinking underage, Renleigh. You’re the one making it dirty.”
My eyes remain on her as I tilt the beer back and swallow.
“I never said I was dirty back here.”
Fuck if my cheeks aren’t hot.
“You sort of insinuated it,” I say, setting my beer on the ground beside the chair, then folding my hands across my chest.
“Did I?” Renleigh’s gaze narrows on me as her tongue pushes into her cheek, and I suddenly feel the need to sit up taller and adjust the fit in the crotch of my jeans.
Renleigh takes one more sip of her beer, then rests it on the arm of her chair before standing and stretching her arms over her head. She pivots slowly, scanning the pathway we took to get here before bending down to eyeball the yard beyond the heavy cover of trees.
“What are you doing?” I grab my cock under my jeans this time, adjusting it as it gets hard.
Renleigh steps in front of me and bends over, dropping her palms to my thighs and squeezing.
She lifts her chin to meet my gaze, which is temporarily hypnotized by the white lace trim of her bra spotted through the deep V neck of her T-shirt.
Her palms travel up my legs slowly, until one covers my hard cock over my jeans, and I groan.
“Devious behavior. Isn’t that what you called it?” She presses against me, and I grind my hips up toward her palm as my eyes flutter shut.
“See, I knew you were dirty back here.” I sit up on the edge of the chair, my hands grabbing the back of her thighs as I press my mouth between her legs.
“You wet for me, Renleigh?” My teeth snag the black fabric of her leggings, pull it away from her pussy, then let it snap back.
“Maybe,” she hums, her hands moving into my hair. Roddy is going to give me shit when I walk back inside after this, but I don’t really care.
“Let’s see,” I say, my fingers curling into her waistband before slowly dragging her leggings and panties down her hips. As soon as the thin trail of hair comes into view, I lean forward and slide my tongue between her legs and taste her.
“Shit,” she mutters, her hands pulling my hair as she holds my face to her swollen pussy.
“You are wet, you dirty little girl you,” I tease, pulling her pants and underwear down enough that she can spread her legs for me and give me more access.
My tongue sinks into her, probing her sensitive skin before I suck her clit into my mouth.
“Oh shit, Hunter. Shit, shit, shit.”
Her muffled cries make me harder, as does the sharp feel of her nails against my scalp.
I want to give her bliss out here, to give her a new memory beyond the books and escape from her family.
I want to make this place carry thoughts of me.
My hand trails to the inside of her thigh, inching higher as my tongue continues to pleasure her.
When my thumb reaches her swollen clit, I rub in slow circles until her legs quiver from overstimulation.
“You want to come in my mouth, Renleigh?” I look up at her, and her hooded eyes open just enough for her to whimper, “Yes.”
“Come for me,” I say, flicking her pussy with my tongue as my hands move to grip her ass. I hold her hostage against my face, my fingers digging into her from behind, and she grows wetter against my mouth until she writhes, and depends on my body to hold hers up.
“That’s it, Renleigh. Let go,” I say, sliding my hands deeper into her ass until my fingertips feel her wet center from behind. I sink one inside her pussy and another teases her asshole as she hums through every wave of her orgasm.
When her arms go limp, she falls back on her heels and steps a few inches away. I run my sleeve over my face, which I’m sure glistens with her arousal. She’s fucking delicious.
“Was that good for stress relief?” I ask.
She nods slowly, still drunk from pleasure. Her hand comes up to my face, sliding along my jawline and back into my hair as she urges my head back so our eyes meet.
“I’m not done,” she says before dropping her gaze to my hard cock, which is threatening to poke out of the top of my jeans.
“You want me to—” I tilt my head to the right, still holding her eyes as my hands move to my zipper.
“Pull it out,” she commands.
A nervous laugh hits my lips, and I glance back down the path, the coast still seemingly clear. Though anyone could venture out here while we’re not looking and get a pretty full show.
“You sure?” I check.
She nods and whirls a finger in a circle toward my dick.
“Pull. It. Out.” Her sharp tone is sexy as hell, so I yank my zipper down and lift my hips enough to tug my jeans and boxers down my hips.
My cock springs free. I wrap my hand around my length and stroke myself while reaching for her lowered pants and tugging her close enough that I can slide my hand between her legs, rubbing her soaking wet pussy while she licks her lips and stares at my cock as if it’s her favorite desert.
Without me asking, she turns so her ass is facing me, then slowly backs into me and sits on my lap as I guide my dick into her. She sinks down slowly at first, a rather loud ahh escaping her mouth.
“Fuck, you feel good like this,” I say, lifting my hips into her and sinking in deeper.
“Ooooh,” she moans, palms flattened on either armrest and lifting herself.
Her rhythm pick up, and she’s soon slapping her ass against my abdomen and thighs while I continue to thrust up to meet her every move.
“I’m going to come so fucking hard inside of you, Renleigh. So fucking hard,” I grunt, my cock swelling as she continues to slide down my wet shaft.
As her cries pick up, I lose my edge, and need overwhelms me as I fill her with my hot cum. She sinks down on me one final time, grinding against me as she whimpers then falls back against my chest.
“Fuck, I needed that,” she says as I wrap my arms around her. She covers my hands with hers and guides my palms to her breasts, urging me to squeeze her tits for her own release as she lets out a languid moan.
“We didn’t even get to these,” I say.
She giggles softly and utters, “Next time,” then slowly lifts herself from my cock.
My cum paints the inside of her thigh, so I pull my sleeve over my palm and clean her before helping her balance and pulling her panties and leggings back into place.
“You want me to run that through the wash?” she says, tugging on the strings of my sweatshirt.
“Probably should,” I say, pulling my sweatshirt over my head and letting her take it with her back to the garage. I linger behind for a few seconds, reveling in a new level of best sex ever before tucking my cock in my boxers and pulling my zipper back up.
I run my hands through my hair before I pick up my beer and finish it off as I make my way back to the garage. Renleigh is already inside, it seems, so I scan the garage for a recycle bin, toss my bottle inside, then take one more deep breath before reentering the lion’s den.
This time, when Roddy spots me from across the room, he shakes his head and laughs before silently clapping in my honor. He’s right to do so. Because that moment outside? It deserves plenty of applause.