“Huh?”
“You don’t have a bucket list?”
I tried to place the term. “Is that a list you make of things to try before you die?”
Alex nodded. “Though I usually change it to ‘end of year’ or something like that. It’s a little less depressing that way.” She took a drink of her wine, and my eyes took in how she swallowed, how her lips were wrapped around the rim of the glass. It wasn’t a sensual thing—she wasn’t trying to be, anyway—but the simmering desire that I always had when I was around her began to heat up. “So, maybe not by the end of the year, but before Easter, you should take me to the mountains for the weekend. We can stargaze and look at nature,” she said with a wink.
Alex was theleastoutdoorsy girl that I knew. “You want to spend an entire weekend camping?”
Her nose wrinkled. “No, I don’t want to go camping,” she said, “but I wouldn’t mind a cabin in the woods somewhere.”
“Baby,” I said, approaching her. “That’s the definition of camping.”
She looked at me, incredulous. “Have you never been camping in a tent? In a campground where you share the bathroom with a hundred other people who may or may not shower?”
No. No, I had not. That sounded fucking awful. “Tell me you never did that,” I said.
Alex laughed. “Too many times to count,” she admitted. “I had an uncle that I lived with for a while who loved camping. He would take us on the weekends to the same campground, and then he would try and teach us to fish.”
“Sounds kind of nice,” I said. “Except for the part with the tent on the ground.”
She shrugged her shoulders and got that faraway look on her face that came whenever we talked about the past. “It didn’t last long,” she said. “I went to live with a cousin after him, and she kept me through most of my junior year of high school.” Alex drained the rest of her wine, and I took the glass from her and set it and mine down on the table with a softclink.
“I’ll take you to a cabin in the woods, baby,” I said. “Anytime you want.”
Alex smiled and looped her arms around my neck. “Do you promise?”
“I promise,” I said and brought our mouths together. It was only meant to be a soft kiss, but tension leapt between us, and I suddenlyneededher. We couldn’t go back inside without being seen, and I doubted that either of us would live it down if we got caught sneaking up to my room. I looked around. A part of the porch was dark and wasn’t in view of any of the back windows.
I broke our kiss, and Alex looked up at me with hazy eyes and a swollen mouth. “How much longer until everyone goes home?” she asked.
It would be hours, and we both knew it. “I don’t know if I can wait,” I said and rubbed my thumb across her bottom lip.
“Iknowthat I can’t,” she said and yanked me back down for a needy kiss. She licked into my mouth and danced her tongue with mine, and I groaned at the strength of her desire. “Where can we go?” she mumbled against me.
I let her go long enough to take hold of one of the outdoor chairs, and I dragged it into the shadows of the porch. “No one is going to look out a window and see us,” I assured her.
“And the neighbors?”
My yard was big and full of plants that were specifically planted to block the view. “I’ve paid good money to make sure that they can’t see me back here.”
She giggled and stripped off her blouse and unhooked her bra. I groaned at the sight of her breasts, bared for me. I pushed her into the chair. “Did you have this in mind?” she asked.
“I wish I were that smooth,” I muttered. Really, it was so much less cool. Sometimes, I liked to swim naked, and I didn’t want anyone to get a good look at me. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and tugged them down her legs. Then, I knelt between her legs and buried my face against her, moaning as I lapped at her.
Alex’s fingers found my hair, and she held on, making the most adorably hot gasps. I flicked my tongue against her clit and sunk a finger into her. “Oh,” she moaned. “Oh, please, fuck me. I need you.”
Her begging would never cease to get me going, and I pumped my fingers inside her, setting a pace that had her thighs clamping down around my ears. My cock ached against the front of my jeans, and I knew that I could unzip and take her right here, but I held myself back. Instead, I delighted in suckling her and giving her what she needed with my fingers, drawing out her pleasure.
“Come on, beautiful,” I taunted. “All those people inside, any of them could get curious about where we went. What if they saw you like this, huh? What if they saw you laid out like this, about to come around my fingers?”
Her spine bowed, and she came hard, nearly smashing my nose with her pelvic bone as she rode my face. “Jake.”
“Say my name, baby,” I told her. “Let me know who makes you feel this good.” Even before she wound down, I was fucking back into her, avoiding direct contact with her clit now to avoid overstimulating it. But I kept the pace deep and hard, and she was soon whining and building to another orgasm.
“Jake,” she moaned. “Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake—” My name became a chant, and I had to clap my free hand over her mouth as she came a second time so that the people inside really wouldn’t come running. There was one thing to dirty talk about getting caught. Actually getting caught would be another thing entirely.
“When people leave,” she murmured, eyeing how my cock was visibly hard in my jeans, “You’re going to fuck me properly, yes?”