Page 71 of Carry Me Home
Ten yards and I was gaining.
Five yards and she didn’t give up.
Two yards and she slipped into the maze with a breathless, triumphant laugh that made some inner beast inside me rage with frustrated hunger. I followed her in, squeezing my body between two round bales, and then paused, listening. There was no sound of footsteps. Either she was tiptoeing on the grass, or she was hiding in place.
I closed my eyes, letting my other senses heighten. The aroma of sweet summer hay was almost cloying, but beneath that, the faintest hint of her shampoo lingered. The sound of the breeze rustling the grass mingled with something morerhythmic.Her breath. She was close. I matched mine to hers so that if she were listening she’d only hear one set of inhales and exhales.Closer.
My eyes popped open just as Janie made a mad dash from one bale to another. Her copper hair glowing in the fading light might as well have been a red flag waving in front of a bull.
Mine.
Her big doe eyes went wide as I barreled toward her. She backed up on instinct, flattening her body against a haybale. Like it could offer her even a modicum of protection against me. I was a man possessed, half-crazed, fucking feral for a taste of her. I hit my knees with three feet left to go and slid the rest of the way home.
“Jack!” she gasped.
There was genuine concern in her voice—for me, not herself—and I knew I was going to feel every year of my age in the morning, but right then the only thing I cared about was getting my mouth on her. Nothing could stop me now except her telling me no. But all I heard from her was an eager, breathyyesas I tore at the zipper on her shorts like a fucking animal.
I dragged her shorts and underwear down her hips, past her milky thighs with their freckles like scattered sunshine, and let them drop to her feet. I didn’t even let her step out of them before I pressed my face between her thighs and took the deepest breath I’ve ever taken. Something settled inside me as her scent surrounds me. Her musky arousal, clean skin, a hint of sweat. Janie. My Janie.
I had fuckingearnedthis pussy.
Unable to stand another second not tasting her, I delved my tongue between her lips and licked her entrance to clit. She was soaked.
“Jack,” she said again. But this time there was no fear in her voice. Only need. Her hands gripped my hair like she thoughtI might change my mind. Like I wouldn’t give my right hand to stay right here, on my knees for her, forever.
My dick strained painfully against my jeans. I didn’t stop licking her while I unzipped to relieve the pressure. I ran my palm over the heavy weight of it once, twice, before returning all my attention to the meal in front of me.
Delicious. So goddamn delicious.
Her hips canted into my mouth and we both groaned. I nipped at her, payback for making me wait so long, and then sucked her clit. She cried out and yanked at my hair. She was already teetering on the edge, her nerves at their breaking point from our chase.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “Fuck.”
Her legs trembled violently and then her knees gave out altogether. She would have hit the ground, but I caught her, taking her with me as I rolled onto my back. We landed with her thighs bracketing my head, me staring up at the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Her pussy, her breasts, her face. What a goddamnfeast. I grinned up at her.
“Sit,” I ordered.
She made a sound of protest, but I ignored that and dragged her down to my hungry mouth.
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JANIE
Jack’s mouthmade me see fireworks. My god, the thing this man could do with his tongue. That wastalent.
My head fell back on a moan as he gripped my thighs and pulled me down harder on his face. A distant boom felt like it echoed my heartbeat. Red, white, and blue exploded behind my eyelids. Actual fireworks, not the magic of Jack’s tongue. The celebration had started.
And then Jack sucked my clit again, his low, deep hum of satisfaction rumbled through me, and this time the bright bursts of light were all our own making. I came so hard I forgot where I was. I pressed my hips down hard as I rode out the pleasure, but all he did was hold me tighter.
I collapsed over him, spent, but I didn’t have time to catch my breath before he hauled us both off the ground. I clung to him like a monkey, laughing softly, my legs wrapped around his torso.
“Honey, there is nothing funny about the way I need to fuck you,” he said, his voice strained.
I pulled back enough to get a hand between us. His dick was hard and heavy and suddenly I was ready to go again. “Oh, Isee,” I murmured. “Poor baby.” I ran my thumb over the leaking tip and licked my lips.
His gaze dropped to my mouth and he groaned. “No time for that,” he grunted before spinning us around.
He braced his shoulder blades against the haybale, hips tilted forward, grabbed my hips in a bruising vise, and slammed me down on his cock. I cried out at the heady rush of pleasure and pain. For a moment, neither of us moved as I sat fully impaled on his dick. Our breaths sawed in and out as we stared at each other.
