Page 42 of You Wish
“It involves my mouth and your,” she looked down, “tool.”
“Funny, that’s my wish too.”
“Did I mention that under these impractical boots are freshly painted nails?”
“You’re playing with fire.”
“Who said I was playing?”
“It’s thirty degrees out here.”
“I like a challenge,” she replied, stepping closer, letting her hands rest briefly against a tree near him. “Keeps things interesting.”
And just like that, the air between them shifted. Something electric, subtle, dangerous, that made her stomach tighten.
“How interesting are you thinking?”
“How about this?”
Jake wasn’tsure what he expected, but it sure as hell wasn’t prim and proper Georgia dropping to her knees in the middle of the forest. Nor was it her sliding those dark, gorgeous locks to the side as she licked her lips.
Then,wishes of all wishes,her hands ran down his abs to gently play with his belt. She made a big show about slowly unfastening the buckle and when it opened with a clink, her eyes lifted to his, with desire and a hint of mischievousness.
Who knew mischievousness could be better than the actual act. It was the anticipation, he decided. To see where she was going to take this. He knew how much she loved the thrill of a little foreplay in a public setting. It had been one of the most shocking things about her when they started dating.
Making short order of his belt, she went on to the zipper, which she tackled in zero-point-one seconds. And before he could compute what was taking place, she pulled down his jeans and the briefs off his hips and to the ground. She gripped him by the backs of his knees and tugged him forward so that her lips were inches from his dick.
Eyes never leaving his, she wrapped her hand around the length of him, her fingers cool and sure, gently stroking and caressing him from base to tip and back down. Watching her hands, he was fascinated by how one minute she could look so strong and the next elegant. When her mouth joined the party, fascination didn’t even begin to explain what he felt.
“Darlin’.” His fingers ended up in her hair, fisting tighter with each lick. Her hands were magic, and her mouth…
God, that mouth.
If he wanted this to last longer than two seconds, he couldn’t even go there. She sucked him in hard and his hips bucked, driving him deeper. For every pump he gave she gave more. Sucking him so tightly, her cheeks hollowed out, and her breath tickled the skin just below his belly button.
He tried to take it slow, the gods knew how hard he tried, but then she grabbed his balls and squeezed and his erection doubled in size—if that was even possible.
He gently caressed her cheek, but the gentler he became the harder she sucked. Pulling back and then shooting forward, taking him all the way inside her pretty mouth. She did this over and over, gently playing with his sac. With the other hand she stroked the base, while she licked the tip.
He went to pull back, but then she grabbed his ass with both hands and yanked him so hard he heard her choke slightly. It seemed to turn her on more.
“I’m going to come,” he said hoarsely.
She released him with a pop and those heated green eyes looked up at him though her lashes. “That’s the point, cowboy.”
Any argument he had on the tip of his tongue died when she swallowed him whole. And then things got crazy. Her hands squeezed his ass, holding him still. And his went into her hair, fingers threaded between the strands, tugging just enough for it to sting.
She got even, using her nails on his ass, scratching what he was sure were marks that would last a week. He liked her marking him, which was probably why, even though he never wanted this to end, his legs began to quake as his orgasm raced through his body. Before he could even say her name, he was bursting in her mouth.
His orgasm seemed to last an eternity. Probably because she was stroking and licking him until the very last tremor.
When he could see again, he took her by the elbows and gently lifted her. He pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. With the smallest of grins, he ran his thumb over her still-wet lips and then pulled her in for a kiss. It was soft and welcoming, like a promise he didn’t know he needed to make.
When they pulled back, both of their eyes were glazed over. From lust or something deeper he wasn’t sure. But whatever it was, she felt it too. He could tell by the panic in her expression.
“Well, I’ll be,” Joy said, from the pathway, hands on her hips, eyes twinkling behind her glasses. “I don’t see any mistletoe.”
He watched Georgia’s face go Christmas red as she jerked out of his arms. “Um, we were just?—”
