“I have to tell you something, too.” Kimber advanced closer, forcing him backward, and heard him move into the lawn mower’s seat. “And it’s that I’m not a selfish lover.”
He drew in a shaky breath as she felt her way into a sitting position on his lap. “The thought didn’t cross my mind.”
She maneuvered so that she straddled his waist, her short dress shifting up her thighs and exposing the lacy cream thong she wore, and she could tell by his tremulous exhale that he noticed. “So I just wanted to let you know,” she said, punctuating her words with kisses, “that I plan on returning last week’s favor.”
“What do you mean?”
“I could tell you.” Kimber’s hand slid between them to give his already hard cock a squeeze through his jeans. “Or I could show you.”
He released a whoosh of air and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss that left her lips swollen. She pushed the hem of his shirt upward, the thin trail of fuzz just below his belly button tickling her palm. Then she undid his belt buckle and lowered his zipper, but before she could do more she felt his fingers tracing light circles over her clit through the thin, soaked crotch of her thong. Distracted beyond comprehension, Kimber gave up on her quest for his pleasure and surrendered to the rhythm of his touch. Energy flowed from the tips of her fingers and toes as he massaged her clit with his thumb. She rocked her hips into his hand, craving more, and let out a moan as he pushed aside the thong and slid a finger along her slick entrance.
“You’re so wet,” he mumbled, mystified, like he couldn’t believe he could possibly be turning her on as much as he was. Kimber could scarcely believe it herself. Her lust was getting dangerous, and fast.
As much as she wanted him to slip a finger or two inside her aching cunt, she vowed to stick to the original plan of selflessness. It took a great deal of willpower to wriggle off his lap and away from his touch, and considering her temporary blindness and the fact they were fooling around on a riding lawn mower, she was hardly graceful about it. She stumbled and bumped into the wheel as she slipped from his lap. “Stop sidetracking me.” Her hands returned to his open zipper and slipped inside. “I’m on a mission.”
“Please don’t do this.” Despite his plea, which escaped him in a breathy rush, everything about his tone begged otherwise. He even lifted his hips so she could tug his jeans down.
“Why not?” She stroked him up and down. He certainly didn’t feel like he wanted to stop. He was hard and smooth and thick and perfect.
“Because what I want to tell you is really important, and I should’ve told you right off the bat but-”
Warning bells gonged in her head and she paused. “You have an STD?”
“No. No, no, no, nothing like that. I’m clean.”
“A girlfriend? Fiancee? Wife?”
“None of the above.”
“You just gunned down your whole family and are on the run.”
He breathed out a laugh. “Hardly.”
She smiled and resumed her caresses. “Then whatever you have to say can wait, can’t it?”
“It really, really shouldn’t.” His voice trembled as she cupped his balls and rolled them in her palm. “And if you keep doing what you’re doing, I’m not going to be able to stop.”
“What about if I do this instead?” Kimber gave the head of his cock a flick with her tongue. Judging from his sharp intake of breath,
She crouched low on the mower and took him between her lips, alternating between sucking and swirling her tongue around the head. Encouraged by the abbreviated moans coming from the back of his throat, she took him farther in her mouth, savoring the experience of giving him head for the first time, liberated from the knowledge of any shortcuts to a quick, easy bliss. She took her time, licking her way from tip to base and back to the tip again. She used every muscle in her mouth to tickle his nerves and teased him until she felt his hands on her shoulders, and he pulled her up and toward him for a rough kiss.
“Still feel like talking?” she murmured against his mouth.
In response, he tore her panties down with a speed and finesse that left her speechless. She heard him rummage in his pocket and a foil wrapper rip, then he tugged her back in his lap, her knees on either side of him. He kissed her while she felt between them, fumbling for his cock and finding it already sheathed in latex. The knowledge that it was in preparation to fuck her made her dizzy with want.
Impatient, she guided his cock to her entrance and sank down, moaning in his mouth as she experienced the length of him at a deliberately slow pace. Never had Dane filled her quite like this, but it was senseless to compare them at this point.
His hands slid up her thighs and over her ass and lower back, like he couldn’t get enough of touching her, like he couldn’t believe his good luck. It was empowering, to say the least. She took him in as far as she could before rising, whimpering as she felt his cock slide against her walls in reverse. Then she lowered herself, starting the rhythm all over again.
The lawn mower squeaked beneath them as he dug his fingertips into the curves of her ass, urging her to go faster, and she complied with the silent command. He widened the low, draping neckline of her dress, exposing her right breast, and took her nipple in his mouth, hardening it with the wet slide of his tongue.
She twisted her fingers in his hair, holding him close to her as his teeth scraped her sensitive skin. An “oh God” slipped from her lips, and then another and a third as his mouth left her nipple and he raised his hips, pushing upward against her, meeting her movements. She gripped the back of the mower’s seat for leverage and let him take control of the rhythm, having no choice but to enjoy herself. It felt good not to be a martyr in bed for a change. Not that they were in a bed per se, and this went beyond good. She couldn’t recall a time when she’d been so delirious with bliss.
Her whimpers and soft, airy groans echoed through the relatively silent garage, their volume and breathy, needy quality turning her on even more. She’d never realized she could sound or be so sexy. Imagining what her moans must be doing to him, she leaned forward, angling herself so her clit met with the base of his cock, and screamed her way into an orgasm with him slamming into her.
He’d been fairly quiet aside from his erratic breathing, but his body convulsed beneath hers and he released a choked “oh fuck” that sounded like he’d been bottling it up for years.
Kimber pressed her lips to his in a sweet, indolent kiss, her heartbeat still hammering in her ears. He replied in kind, his hands traversing her skin as though he was memorizing her, the moment. That touch told her she hadn’t made a wanton mistake; despite its unorthodox start, whatever was happening here actually meant something. This was real. She didn’t know anything practical about him, but she intuited she knew everything important.
She drew away from him, wanting to ask if she could take off the blindfold but not knowing how. Furthermore, the unveiling partially terrified her. She wondered, even in such an intimate position with his cock softening inside her, if she was ready to know the truth. It was a fear she couldn’t explain, even to herself.
“So,” she said, opting for a slightly different route, “what did you have to tell me?”
He took a deep breath and held her tightly for a moment before releasing her and helping her stand on the concrete again. Then he adjusted her dress in place and pressed her crumpled thong in her hands. She heard the jangle of his belt buckle and his zipper hissing back into place while she awaited a response, confused.
Distance fell between them and then came the groan of the side door opening, followed by the noise of the not-so-far-off party. Finally, he said in a choked voice, “That I can’t see you anymore.”
By the time she yanked off the blindfold, he was gone.
Chapter Five
Jay had tried. He’d arranged to meet Kimber in the garage, figuring it was the least sexually suggestive place to do so. Who could possibly be turned on in such an environment? Him, apparently. Kimber could probably make the apocalypse sexy. His libido didn’t seem to have a conscience; all his good intentions of staying focused and morally sound dissolved as soon as she kissed his cock, and his willpower had gone the way of ancient Rome. Just a few seconds of the memory made him hard. He’d thought the only way he’d ever see Kimber deep throat his cock would be via his dreams, but when she actually did it, he couldn’t have imagined it better-because it was one hundred percent real. And when she directed him inside her and rode him to oblivion…
