Page 128 of Bourbon Bliss
June
George had unlocked something deep inside of me. A long-repressed sexual beast. Despite the incredible sex we’d just had, I wasn’t sated.
My insides were molten—all heat and pressure and burning need. I walked to his car, my hand clasped in his, completely preoccupied by the idea of having him inside me again. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted him. How much I wanted this. And now that I did, I needed more.
So much more.
I could barely contain myself on the drive to my house. It was only minutes, but I wanted to reach over and unzip his pants. I settled for stroking his erection through his clothes, happy to note he was hard again.
An empty classroom in my old high school wasn’t the location I’d have predicted I’d finally experience mutually satisfying sexual intercourse. But there was an odd sort of logic to it—something my subconscious had understood. My previous sexual experiences had all been in traditional locations. In a bed, behind a closed door.
Something about the danger and excitement of having sex in a forbidden place—I’d taken English in that room—had helped break me out of my shell. Eased my fear that I couldn’t have this with someone. If I could have an orgasm while George fucked me on top of a desk, I could certainly enjoy a sexual experience in a more typical setting.
And I fully planned to.
George groaned while he parked the car. My hand squeezing his manhood might have had something to do with that.
“June Bug, you’re driving me crazy tonight.”
“I’m also feeling somewhat unhinged.”
He leaned over and kissed me, his tongue lapping over my lower lip. “I like you unhinged.”
Sex in the car was enormously tempting, but next I wanted a bed. I wanted to stretch out on the sheets and let him touch me, the way it should have been the first time.
We got out and went inside. Jonah had changed into regular clothes—a long-sleeved t-shirt and track pants—and had his keys out.
“Hi, Jonah,” I said. “I’m sorry Lacey ditched you for Amos Sheridan, although I didn’t like the idea of you dating her. You can do better, I’m quite certain of it.”
“Um, thanks, Juney.”
George’s hand slid down to cup my backside.
I gasped, then gestured to Jonah’s keys. “It’s probably best that you’re leaving. George and I are going upstairs to have lots of sex.”
George squeezed.
Jonah’s face flushed and he shook his head. “Yeah, then I’m definitely going out. Have a good time.”
I wasted no time waiting for Jonah to leave. I took George’s hand—although it did feel nice grabbing my ass like that—and led him straight to my bedroom.
George kicked the door closed and tore off his jacket, tossing it to the floor. He lowered the zipper on my dress while I once again unbuttoned his shirt.
My dress pooled on the floor at my feet. We stepped out of our shoes and peeled off the rest of our clothes. He pulled me against him, the skin on skin contact electrifying.
His lips caressed mine while his hands roamed over my body. I was relaxed, attentive, fully in the moment. I could feel every sensation, every subtle shift and movement.
“I need to taste you,” he growled.
He dropped to his knees and pushed my legs apart. Suddenly his mouth was on me and it was like I’d reached a new level of bliss. His tongue lapped against my clit, the warmth and wetness stimulating me in ways I’d never imagined possible.
My legs shook and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to remain standing. But I didnotwant him to stop. I gasped, moving against his mouth, feeling his tongue work strange and incredible magic.
He slipped a finger inside, growling against me. A moan escaped my lips, my head rolling back. God, he was so good at this. I’d never felt anything like it.
The second finger nearly undid me. They curled and stroked, moving in sync with his tongue. It felt so good I thought I might die right there. Tension heightened—a hot whirlpool of feeling—swirling, building, bringing me to the brink.
Without warning, he stopped. In one fluid motion, he stood, grabbed me, and tossed me to the bed. I lay there panting as he got out another condom and rolled it on.
