I tilted my head back and he kissed me again, more urgently this time. I arched my back as his hands reached beneath my skirt and squeezed my ass. My palms were flat on his chest, and I fisted his shirt, moaning with pleasure when his lips left mine and trailed down my neck.
His hands were everywhere, and I was completely overwhelmed by his masculine scent, his heat, and his touch. This was so risky, and I almost couldn’t believe we were doing it right here, but I didn’t want to stop. I was too hungry for more.
I did nothing to stop him as his fingers slid beneath the elastic band of my panties, and I gasped as he found my wet folds. Pulling his lips away from my neck, he rested his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes.
“Damn, Sage. You’re so wet,” he said huskily. “What’s gotten you so hot and bothered?”
“You know it’s you that’s driving me crazy,” I said breathlessly.
He smirked. “Yeah, but I wanted to hear you say it.”
I opened my mouth to tell him not to be so cocky, only to moan once again as he inserted one thick finger inside of me. I let my head fall back against the tree and my eyes closed.
“Wet andtight,” he murmured. “You’re killing me, baby.”
I couldn’t form words. I could barely even think as he slipped another finger inside. He worked them in and out, causing shockwaves of pleasure to take over my body.
“Oh my God,Briggs,” I cried out, forgetting to be quiet as his thumb found my clit.
This guy knew what he was doing, and it didn’t take long before I was flying among the clouds, propelled by the rush of pleasure that came from my orgasm. I clung to his shoulders as my legs became weak and my heart was beating so hard it felt as though it might come right out of my chest.
I couldn’t keep myself from moaning loudly, and Briggs covered my mouth with his again, his tongue thrusting in and out in time with his fingers below, forming an erotic connection that made me shudder, even as my climax passed.
“Are you okay?” he asked as I practically collapsed against him, my energy sapped by the force of my orgasm.
“Y-yeah,” I said, staring at him with wide eyes as he pulled his hand out of my panties. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“I can’t believe I was able to hold myself back from doing more,” he replied, stepping away. I immediately missed the feel of his body against mine. “But when I take you for the first time, we’ll be in a bed, where I can take my time.”
I gaped at him, shocked and thrilled by his erotic promise. I didn’t expect this at all when we made our arrangement yesterday. This was way outside of the scope of pretending to be my boyfriend. Not that I had any complaints.
Other than wanting even more from him.
But he was right. Now wasn’t the time. Someone would come looking for us soon.
Sure enough, as we walked out of the trees, I spotted my parents walking in our direction, looking around for us. Luckily, they didn’t see us coming out of the grove. I waved as we approached the hole where my ball was and they came over to meet us.
“What’s taking you guys so long?” Mom asked, looking annoyed. “Michael’s parents and your Uncle Dean have already finished all eighteen holes.”
“Sorry,” I said, bending down to grab my ball. “But I think I’m getting better.”
“Well, let’s get going,” Dad said. “There’s more to do at this club than just play golf, and I don’t want to keep everyone waiting for us.”
I knew that I should probably feel guilty for falling so far behind, but I didn’t. It was impossible to feel anything other than satisfied after what Briggs just did to me. Glancing over at him standing just behind my mother, I saw him slowly and deliberately lick his fingers clean with a sinful smile on his face.
My pussy ached, and I knew that the rest of the day was going to be long. This man was driving me crazy in the best way.
CHAPTER8
Briggs
We finally finished the round of golf with Sage scoring nearly one hundred and fifty. I didn’t know if she was unaware that it was a bad score or if she just didn’t care, but I suspected it was the latter. The more time I spent with Sage, the more I realized that she wasn’t a competitive person. She didn’t sweat the small stuff like winning games or being a great singer. She just had fun, and I thought that might be what drew me to her the most. I could sense that she lived life in a way that I admired. It made me want to be the same way.
We joined everyone in the country club’s bar, where many of the men were sharing a twelve-year-old bottle of scotch. Michael and Faith were playing the part of party hosts, giving out drinks and making sure that everyone was having a good time. There weren’t many club members here, so there was plenty of space for our group to spread out. Between both families, there were around two dozen of us.
We weren’t there long before a country club employee came into the bar and took the women away for manicures and pedicures. I wasn’t aware that I would be separated from Sage, and I could see that it was a surprise to her too. She mouthed “sorry” to me as she followed Faith out of the room, but I just smiled at her. I didn’t mind spending time with the guys.
Michael poured me a measure of the scotch, and I sipped it, trying not to cringe at the strong alcohol taste. I was a beer man. Give me a nice cold bottle and I was perfectly happy. But the stronger stuff wasn’t really for me.