Chapter 13 #3
I kissed her, and sweetness filled my tongue. I wasn’t the only one who’d had some lemonade. I lapped her up and drank her in. My own refreshing drink.
I hugged her against me, taking the risk she wouldn’t mind the grass clippings scattered on me. My erection was obnoxious, but it would stay encased in its prison. I wasn’t above enjoying the way she was pressed against it.
Only she put enough space between us to flatten her hand over my dick. The pressure and knowing it was her fueled my lust. Arousal clouded my thinking, and I rocked my pelvis into her hold.
“Jasper,” she whispered against my lips.
“Yeah?”
She flicked open the fly of my jeans. “I want to…”
Was she serious? My gut tightened, and I looked down. Still full of disbelief, I watched her lower my zipper. Fuck. “Sheridan. You don’t have to.”
“I know.” She wet her lips, and it stole the rest of my argument. “I want to.”
Who was I to stop her? We were both into this. We couldn’t be around each other without it turning physical. I’d never experienced such a magnetic attraction, and I wanted to enjoy it while I could.
Shop. Open door.
Yes, there was that, but almost no one came in here during the day.
Then her warm hand wrapped around my cock, and every nerve in my body shorted out the worries. I jolted and groaned at the same time.
“Wow,” she breathed and pumped her hand up and down my length.
My ass cheeks clenched or I’d have toppled over from the power she wielded. She met my gaze, hers a mix of determination and wickedness, and then lowered to a knee.
A spot in the haze clouding my head cleared. “No. I’ve been outside all day.” I’d been on the mower, and I’d showered this morning, but I’d never had a woman just jump all in like this. What if it repulsed her? I’d been Sheridan’s champion, and I didn’t want to get knocked off the pedestal.
“I’m a big girl. I can handle it, just like I’m going to handle this.”
Yes. Please handle it a whole lot.
My breaths were ragged, dragging in and out of my chest. She parted her lips and wrapped them around the tip.
“Shit. Sher— God.” Had head ever felt this good? I couldn’t remember, yet the answer was no.
Then she licked her tongue out. My exhale was noisy. Pleasure clogged my vision. I had to grip the workbench. If anyone walked in, they’d see me, my dick barely out and in her mouth. We’d be busted.
Maybe Sheridan needed this little hint of exhibitionism. Maybe she needed to feel like a wild girl. Maybe she really wanted to suck my dick. I was a winner in each circumstance.
When she took in as much of me as she could, I quit thinking and held on. Her velvet mouth robbed all coherency. She licked and sucked. She cupped my balls as best she could through the denim of my jeans, and the pleasure robbed all coherent thought from my brain.
Her face was serene as she worked me. She might be concentrating, but was she enjoying it? I couldn’t just take from this amazing woman, but I’d return this ecstasy as often as I could.
“I wish you could see what I do.” My voice was rough. “Your mouth wide, taking me so good.”
Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at me. Then the vixen increased her pace and pressure. The lightning inside me grew strong, harder to contain. I trembled, holding it back.
“You’re a bad girl.”
A laugh vibrated through her mouth and into me. I came untethered, ready to climax, and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it. Not when she was the one causing it.
“I’m going to come. If you don’t want—”
A graze of teeth lit the wick of my explosion. Exquisite fire raced down my spine, tightening my balls, and shooting straight out of the shaft.
“Fuck!” I went rigid, my release shooting out of me.
She caught every drop, not shying away. My orgasm didn’t quit and neither did she until I hinged my hips back, jerking my erection from between her lips.
“I can’t— That was—” My breath sawed in and out of me. She rose, and I wiped the moisture from the corner of her mouth. It was there from me. A sign of the gift she gave me. “Amazing. Like everything about you.”
After all that, this was when she blushed.
“Jasper?” Landon called from somewhere—thank fuck—from outside the shed where he couldn’t see in.
Sheridan gasped.
What the fuck did he need? Now?
My dick was flagging, but I roughly stuffed it into my pants. I didn’t yell at him, but damn, that boy had the worst timing. “You wait here. I’ll handle him.”
“No, it’s all right.” She grabbed my lemonade, ripped the top off, and downed the melted ice. “I’ll take this one.” More confidence was in her voice than I’d ever heard, and yeah, I needed a moment to gather myself.
She grinned and smoothed her hair back as she stepped around me. I looked over my shoulder at her.
“Jasper?” Landon was closer.
Zipping up, I winced at the sudden constriction. I didn’t want her to just rush out, but she needed to. “Pick you up at three on Saturday?”
She stopped to brush her knee off. “I’ll meet you at your place.”
She still needed some space and control. That should be something I strove for. Because after what she just did, I had no control, and I wanted nothing but to be as close to her as possible.