Chapter 26
Chapter twenty-six
Ethan
“I think I just died and went to heaven,” Ethan said before taking another long lick off his ice cream cone.
Laughing, Tressa slid into the driver’s seat of the McLaren. “I told you it was amazing.”
“And you were one hundred percent right,” he said, reminding himself to slow down or risk a brain freeze that might taint the otherwise divine experience.
Tressa paused with her cone to her lips and grinned. “So, what do I get for being right?”
Ethan swallowed his bite and dropped into the car.
Shifting his attention over to Tressa, he tracked that mischievous gleam in her eyes.
“What do you want?” he asked cautiously, trying and failing not to stare at her lips and the tiny bit of ice cream at the corner of her mouth that begged to be licked.
The only thing that held him back was the firm knowledge that combining the sweet creaminess of his favorite desert with the intoxicating taste of Tressa would shatter the last bit of willpower he’d been clinging to for dear life.
One taste, and he’d be testing how easy it was to fuck in a McLennan.
Or was it a McLaven? Whatever the name of the fancy car was, he doubted the tiny seats were conducive to all the things he wanted to do to Tressa when he finally got his hands on her.
Tressa hummed for a moment as if deep in thought, then said, “How about we take this ice cream somewhere more private and discuss it?”
The way she said “private” sent a tingle down Ethan’s spine straight to his stirring cock that had no business waking up when he could do nothing about it. Not that it was ever fully asleep anytime Tressa was around.
“Yeah, works for me,” he managed to choke out, feeling the last threads of willpower slipping from his grasp. He took another huge lick to avoid saying something stupid. Something along the lines of suggesting they go back to the compound where he could ravage her for the rest of the day.
While his brain and his dick continued to war internally, Tressa put the car in drive and expertly navigated the small-town streets with one hand as she continued to swipe her tongue over her ice cream.
She only drove for a few minutes down the road before turning into the gravel lot of what looked like an abandoned church nestled against a lush forest. She parked the car around back and turned the engine off.
Ethan stepped out and took a second to look around. Between the large trees and the empty parking lot, they had more than enough privacy for anything Tressa might have in mind.
Or anything he had in mind. Watching her take slow, suggestive licks of the ice cream cone while driving had led to a number of naughty thoughts running through his brain, and he was quickly losing the ability to hide how she affected him.
Ethan shot a furtive glance her way, taking in how her tongue flicked and swirled across the bright pink ice cream.
He couldn’t help but envision how that talented tongue might be applied to other tasks.
And the look Tressa gave him as she slid onto the hood of the sports car and crooked a finger at him was not helping.
Even though she somehow managed to make it look effortless, Ethan struggled to scramble onto the hood without dropping his dessert, and he winced when his knee connected with the metal hard enough to leave a small dent.
“Smooth, Dr. Rose,” she commented, not even trying to hide her snicker.
“Sorry,” he replied, twisting his body so his legs were parallel to Tressa’s, her bronze skin lit up by the late afternoon sun. “I don’t spend much time on the hood of a car.”
“No?” she asked, running her tongue up a line of ice cream that was dripping onto her fingers. “You didn’t have a spot in the woods where you took girls to go necking when you were a teenager?”
He laughed so hard he almost dropped his cone. “Necking? No, can’t say as I ever did that since it’s not the 1950’s. When I was in high school, we mostly just made out in the back of a movie theater.”
Tressa stuck her bottom lip out in a fake pout. “And here I thought you enjoyed being out in nature.”
“Oh, I do,” he replied, ignoring the drop of ice cream that landed on the car in favor of getting lost in Tressa’s dazzling brown eyes.
“Which is why I’m having a hard time being a gentleman right now.
You bought me my favorite ice cream and took me to a secluded place screened in by towering trees.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to seduce me. ”
Tressa shifted onto her side to face him and took an obscenely long lick. “Who says I’m not?”
A melted drop slid off and landed on the curve of her breasts, and he couldn’t help but stare as the bit of pink ice cream slid down into her cleavage.
If he wasn’t hard before, he definitely was now.
And the thin track pants he’d thrown on after the shower were officially doing nothing to hide that fact.
He regretted not pumping one out while he was scrubbing up under the hot water, but he’d been in a hurry to get back to her and whatever surprise she had planned.
That strong urge alone should have told him he needed to empty his balls if he was going to be near her, but after taking care of himself in bed almost every night for the past week, his dick no longer had any interest in his own hand.
It wanted her hand. It wanted her. And he was quickly forgetting why he’d been so opposed to that idea.
He scooted closer to Tressa until their legs were pressed up against each other. “You’re dripping,” he murmured, and the widening of her eyes told him the innuendo wasn’t lost on her.
“Maybe I am,” she said as a second drop landed on the swell of her breasts. “What are you going to do about it?”
Lick it up, his brain shouted, and his head subconsciously drifted closer. He ran a finger across the glistening pink trail on her chest, testing the waters. Was she really okay with this?
He swallowed roughly when he glanced back up, seeing the invitation in her expression.
“I…” He trailed off, his normally reliable brain abandoning him. Then another drip fell from the cone, and he was lost. Any reservations he had melted alongside the ice cream.
He all but dove into her tits and lapped up every last trace of sweetness. “Fuck,” he moaned as he sat up straight. The ice cream was good, but all he tasted was her. All he smelled was her. All he saw was her.
Tressa.
She arched her back and tilted her cone slightly, causing another large drop to fall onto her breasts. “Oops,” she cooed. “I’m all sticky again.”
Ethan met her heated gaze, devoured the last of his dessert in two large bites, then slammed his mouth onto Tressa’s, unable to resist any longer.
Her tongue was cold from the ice cream, so he set to work warming it up, caressing it with his own. When a slight whimper escaped from her throat, he pulled back to check in with her.
There was no hesitation on her face, though, only arousal, and the way her hand massaged the inside of his thigh told him she wanted this as badly as he did.
Except she wasn’t finished with her dessert. Giving her a seductive grin, he took the cone from her and brushed it down her neck. Then he traced the same path with his tongue, enjoying how the cold of the cream mixed with the heat of her skin.
Sliding his free hand up into her hair, he pulled her in for another deep, exploring kiss, and her small hands started fumbling with the drawstring of his pants. Just the graze of her fingers against his hard cock felt like lightning, and his hips jerked with need.
But despite the fact they were “necking” in the woods behind a church like a couple of teenagers, he had no desire to also blow his load early like one.
He rested his large hand on top of her smaller ones, stilling them before they got his pants untied. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m not going to be able to hold back,” he told her, his voice rough despite the soothing chill of the ice cream.
“So don’t,” she breathed out.
He groaned at the sultry purr in her voice. “Tressa, it’s the middle of the day. Anyone could stumble by.”
A wicked grin spread across her face. “Trust me, Ethan. Nobody is coming back here. And I couldn’t care less if they did.”
He stared at her, his eyes slowly grazing up and down her body, taking in her pebbled nipples and the way she squeezed together her tawny thighs that were barely covered by her baby blue mini skirt.
“I don’t want to push you into anything,” she added gently.
“But maybe it’s time for you to live a little.
Your life can’t always be about other people.
You spent all your time working on a medication to help others.
Now you spend all your time working toward revenge for Jake.
Just once, ask yourself this… What do you want? ”
You, he thought. But the words didn’t come out.
He felt like he was hovering on a precipice, and once he closed that last bit of distance between them, he could never come back.
But maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. She wasn’t wrong about his life.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done something for purely selfish reasons.
He could do this. Despite his earlier reservations, it wouldn’t actually kill him to take a break and enjoy life for once. There was nothing happening with his mission at the moment, so surely a brief detour with Tressa wouldn’t derail everything?
He handed her back the ice cream and leaned in.
“I want…” he began, sprinkling kisses down the side of her neck.
“Go on,” Tressa said, angling her head to give him better access.
“I want to…” He slid off the hood of the McLaren and pushed her thighs apart so she was splayed out in front of him.
“Tell me,” Tressa sighed, her breath hitching as he began to kiss his way up her legs.
“I want to taste…” His mouth moved higher, and his hands slid under the hem of her skirt.
“What do you want to taste, Ethan?” she cried as he gripped her ass and pulled her to the edge of the car.
He bent down and nipped the soft skin on her neck before brushing his lips against her ear.
“I want to taste this sweet ice cream,” he whispered, his fingers wrapping around the cone clenched in her hand, “...dripping out of your even sweeter pussy.” He gave her a look full of naughty promises as he took the ice cream from her and made his way back down to nestle his body between her legs.
With one hand, he shoved her skirt up around her waist, then yanked her panties to her knees.
“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he said. Seeing her level of responsiveness to his touch, he nearly tossed the remaining ice cream so he could dive right into a far superior dessert.
But he wasn’t done playing with her. She’d teased him for so long, if he was going to break from his mission to finally have a taste of her, he was going to savor it.
Every. Last. Drop.
He dragged the ice cream cone up her inner thigh, then followed the trail with his tongue, lapping up the creamy dessert but pausing just shy of the truly sweet spot.
A loud thump drew his attention up to see Tressa had thrown her head back against the hood, her breasts heaving up and down.
“I don’t think so,” he growled. “I want those pretty eyes on me. I want you to watch as I make you come undone.”
She lifted her head, meeting his gaze, and bit her lip.
Fuck, he wanted to replace those tiny teeth with his own. Wanted to suck on the sensitive skin of her lips and feel her squirm beneath him.
But that would have to wait.
She had been taunting him all day, and now it was his turn to return the favor, with interest.
He grazed the ice cream higher up her thigh, then ran it down the other side, always following close behind with his tongue. But as much as he loved the tiny whimpers she was making, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
He dipped his finger into the last remains of the ice cream, then circled her clit with his finger.
A tiny squeal escaped her lips, but it devolved into a positively indecent moan when his tongue landed on the same spot. “Oh fuck, Ethan, that’s…”
So his little Sunflower had never done temperature play before. Interesting. He’d always been fascinated about the science behind various kinks, such as the mechanism behind cooling and heating the sensitive nerves. Now he had the perfect specimen to experiment on.
He added a little more ice cream to his finger, swirled it over her a second time, then ran his tongue straight up the center of her.
“You taste so fucking good, Tressa.”
She let out a strained laugh. “That’s just the ice cream.”
Ethan pulled away and smirked at her from between her thighs.
“You think this”—he held up the remains of her cone—“could compare to you at all?” He tossed the ice cream toward the forest for the animals to enjoy.
“Tressa, it doesn’t even come close to you.
Doesn’t hold a candle to the divine taste that is you. ”
Her cheeks flushed red, and he wondered if no one had ever complimented her before.
Leaning back down, he flicked his tongue over her clit a few more times, then started lapping at her pussy. “I could feast on you all day and not stop until the sun went down.”
He pushed a finger inside her, adding a second one when her wetness allowed him easy access. Pumping them in and out, he matched his licks to the pace of his fingers for a second before looking back up at her. “And once darkness fell, that’s when the real fun would start.”
Tressa’s head thumped onto the hood again, and he didn’t even tell her to focus on him. He wasn’t doing his job unless she became lost to the sensation.
Her hips started bucking against his face, her cries growing louder. “Fuck yes, Ethan! Right there!”
He increased his pace, thrumming his tongue faster as his fingers slid beautifully through her wet heat. “That’s it, baby. Let go for me. Scream so loud you scare the wildlife.”
He latched his mouth around her clit and gave one strong suck.
“Ethan!” Tressa shouted as her back arched fully off the car, and her fingers tangled in his hair, locking him in place with her solid grip.
Not that he had any desire to move away from her and miss the show.
Especially when he knew he was the one responsible for the blissed-out look on her face as her body continued to twitch in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Grinning, he licked up every last drop of her release, and it was just as he imagined—far more delicious than any ice cream.