Chapter 28
From the Outside In Flagrante Delicto
TRE
“What’s in the picnic basket?” Fiona asks.
I nod at the bag beside her. “What’s in the bag?”
She reaches an arm across it, covering it.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” I offer.
“Alright. But not here. Let’s move a little farther down,” she says as she stands and hefts her backpack.
I wonder what difference it makes but say nothing. Instead, I scramble to my feet and bundle the blanket atop the picnic basket before joining Fiona on the trail. She loops her free arm through mine and leads me a couple of dozen yards away to a grassy clearing with a bench looking out at the lake.
When it’s clear this is our destination, I spread out the blanket again.
“I believe you were going to show me something,” Fiona tells me.
“Sure, I’ll go first.” I drop to my knees, reaching into the basket without letting her look inside. I smile as I raise two resealable bags. “I brought sandwiches.”
Her head tilts slightly, and she opens her mouth to say something, but I rush to continue before she can. “Don’t worry, that’s not all. I also have chips. And water too.”
Fiona’s eyes have narrowed, her brow is furrowed, and she’s staring at me. “Tre, what the fuck?”
“It’s a date at a park. I brought a picnic. What’s wrong? What did you bring?” I ask, sounding confused.
She stares at me for a few moments before shaking her head. She unzips her backpack, reaches into it without looking, and holds up a pack of condoms.
“Oh… That kind of date,” I say, feigning surprise. I pause for a heartbeat, then add, “Well, I guess we’ll want these.” I lift a can of whipped cream, a bottle of chocolate syrup, and a container of strawberries from the picnic basket.
My grin is genuine now, and I chuckle to myself.
“You ass,” Fiona grumbles before barking out a laugh.
“And I do have some of those, too.” I incline my head toward the condoms she’s holding.
“Yeah, well, I wanted to make sure we have some that won’t crumble to dust from old age,” she responds with a smirk.
I set everything on the blanket and stand. “Well, I guess if I’m so out of practice, we should do this more often,” I state, closing the distance between us.
Heat is already flooding up from my chest, burning my face as I kiss her.
One hand wraps tight around her waist while the other slides through her hair to grab the back of her head.
All thought of joking is gone, replaced by pure need as I plunge my tongue into her mouth and crush our bodies together.
I want to touch every part of her, press myself against every part of her, fill every part of her at once.
But it’s more than just a physical need.
I want to go to sleep next to her and wake up with her every morning. I want—
Fiona responds in kind, grabbing my hair with one hand and my ass with the other, pulling me firmly into this moment. My grip loosens as my attention focuses on our tongues sliding across each other.
I moan, and the friction of our hips grinding together brings me fully erect. I wish we didn’t have all these stupid clothes in the way, but I’d have to let go of her to remove them. I slip my hands under her shirt and run them up her ribs, lifting it as I go.
Fiona must not want to pause either. She yanks my head back and to the side, breaking our kiss to shift her mouth to my neck, alternately licking and sucking.
Chills race up and down my spine. I groan and stop trying to remove her shirt. There’s no way I’m interrupting this. Instead, I kick off my shoes and unbutton my pants. I get the fly undone as a wave of pleasure runs through me.
“Oh my god. You’re incredible,” I tell her in a breathy whisper. My dick is throbbing, but I don’t want to move and risk ending this sensation. I undo the fly on her jeans while she works her tongue on the other side of my neck.
Her mouth vanishes as she stops to wriggle out of her pants. Normally I’d kill to watch that happen, but I’m so desperate to get free of my own that I yank them down instead. Then I rip my shirt off before staring hungrily at Fiona, who’s standing with only her top half covered.
I’ve waited too long for this, so I step forward, trailing my fingers over her waist and ribs, then pull her shirt over her head.
Right when the collar passes her mouth but still covers the rest of her face, I pause, trapping her arms. I hold the shirt aloft with one hand and press my lips to hers again.
She leans into me, and her teeth scrape sharply over my lower lip as she bites it.
I’m ready to have her this very second. But I don’t.
I don’t know when we’ll get to do this again, so I want it to last as long as possible.
I lightly trace her spine up to her neck with my free hand. Her whole body shivers, and I feel her smile through the kiss.
Finally, I pull her shirt off, tossing it aside before unhooking her bra. As soon as her hands are free, she grasps my dick and starts stroking. I pause, closing my eyes and letting out a long exhale.
“I’ve been dreaming of this,” I admit, letting my hands roam over her body. I’m hard enough that I feel like I might burst. I need to be inside her, but I can’t waste this opportunity.
I force myself to step back. Her hand falls away, and I groan, missing her touch already as I kneel beside the picnic basket.
“The past three weeks have been torture. Knowing what it’s like to have you, but not even really being able to talk to you, much less be with you.
And I’ve thought about this every time I’ve seen you. ”
“Weeks? I’ve been imagining this since that night at the trailer.”
“Same,” I say, holding up the bottle of chocolate syrup.
Fiona grins as I close the distance between us. I gently brush her hair from one shoulder and then drip a line of syrup down the side of her neck and along her collarbone.
“My turn,” I declare, then run my tongue over her skin, cleaning off the chocolate.
Her pulse is pounding under her soft skin. She drops her head and moans. After a moment, her hand is on my cock, slowly stroking. It takes every shred of willpower I have not to abandon my plan in favor of rocking my hips into her hand.
Instead, I lean back far enough to squeeze syrup all over her chest, then drop the bottle as the viscous liquid runs down her body.
With my hands free, I simultaneously massage her firm ass and trace my fingers over the soft skin of her well-muscled back.
My mouth descends on her chest. I want to consume every part of her.
I lick the syrup from her neck down to her tits, then circle my tongue around her nipple until it’s a hard peak, and she moans again.
When I bite it, she squeezes my cock hard, and it’s my turn to moan.
Her grip compressing the stiffness feels amazing, and it’s heightened by the pressure throbbing in me.
“Do that again,” I demand, moving my mouth to her other boob.
Instead of licking or biting, I begin sucking.
She’s squeezing me as I flick my tongue over her nipple while I apply suction in waves.
Her other hand is in my hair, fisting tightly as she arches forward.
The light pain barely registers amidst the joy of the softness from her ass in my hand and her boob in my mouth competing with the burning desire to have all of her at once.
Eventually, I sink to my knees to follow lines of chocolate down her body with my tongue. When my lips reach her hips, her stomach quivers.
I give one last nip at her abs, then turn to the basket once again.
I hold up a large strawberry and maintain eye contact as I trace my tongue over its tip, then bite into it, chewing and swallowing before moving in for another kiss.
I’ve been enjoying the chocolate, but I want to fill her mind with the flavor of strawberries.
When Fiona leans into me, I step back, breaking off the kiss to hold up another.
This one I place stem first in my mouth, gripping the top with my teeth.
Fiona grips my neck with one hand while the other cups my balls, and she wraps her lips around the strawberry.
Instead of biting it, like I expected, she sucks it out of my mouth.
Her piercing emerald eyes stare into mine as she draws it from her mouth, tongue slowly trailing across it like a promise.
My dick is aching.
Before she can eat it, I snatch it from her hand, grab her ass to bring her close, and lick her neck as I trace the strawberry over her skin and down her body like the syrup earlier, ending on my knees again.
Then I bring the strawberry up from below, teasing it across her clit, which is already fully open. I shift her legs wider and lean in to flick my tongue over her, eliciting a gasp. When I press the tip of the fruit to the opening of her cunt, Fiona squirms and her hands tighten in my hair.
I rotate it against her as I maintain the rhythm of my tongue stroking across her clit. Her breathing comes faster. I pull it out and lean back to look up. Fiona is staring down at me in confusion, and maybe annoyance.
“What’s—” she begins as I bite into the strawberry, eating everything but the stem. Then I plunge my fingers into her, and her eyes go wide. I smirk for a moment before putting my tongue back to work on her clit.
Fiona moans, “Yes, yes,” as I find my rhythm.
I’m stroking the tip of my tongue quickly while slowly pressing two fingers inside her, curling them toward me.
The tangy flavor of her wetness blends with the sweetness of the strawberry.
It takes a moment to find the rougher texture of her G-spot, but as soon as I do, she grabs my hair again.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes. It doesn’t take long before she climaxes.
“Oh!” she calls out as her body convulses. Her hips are rocking too hard for me to continue using my mouth, but I hold my fingers against her, which makes her cry out more.