Page 11 of Mr. July

“I run a construction business. Cassidy Contractors.” His voice vibrated against the shell of my ear. His hands settled on my thighs. “What about you?”

“I work for the county. Just an everyday job, raising people’s property taxes when needed.”

“Ouch. You might be the most hated within the community.” His hands stroked up and down in slow motions against my thighs.

I shrugged. “You’re not the first guy to tell me that.”

A firework boomed overhead and sprayed into blue flecks across the dark sky. I jumped even though it was expected. Jake’s large hands went around my middle, and if it was possible, he scooted me in closer to him. People’s cheers and laughter echoed across the lake at the first explosion. There was a second of pause before the sky lit up in a spray of blue, white, and red sparks.

“You know what I want to do?” Jake asked against my ear.

Hopefully the same thing I wanted to do. Have sex. Right here beneath this beautiful show. “Semipublic sex? Right here, right now.”

“Yup.” His deep groan vibrated against my back. “I love how we think the same. But I want to play with you first. Make you come again.”

“You don’t think anyone will see us?” I glanced to my left then to my right. It was pretty dark where we were sitting. Most of the illumination came from the lights reflecting off the lake and the fireworks above. I was so frisky that I wanted to take the risk.

“Doubt it. But there’s always a chance.” His fingers trailed along the insides of my thighs. “Shimmy out of your shorts.”

It took me a second, but I managed to escape the small swatch of fabric, and I settled back between Jake’s legs. Every time fireworks burst in the air, my heart thundered right along with them. Jake’s hand went straight to my swollen clit, which he flicked back and forth before he sank his fingers into me. My legs fell apart of their own accord, soaking up the strong, perfect tempo of Jake’s fingers gliding into and out of me.

The fireworks bursting above us and the sounds of spectators, who could essentially spot us at any given time, brought my orgasm on fast.

I couldn’t even speak. I just whimpered as fireworks shot off behind my closed eyes, and I reveled in the feel of Jake’s large hands and comforting body against me.

My body was a limp noodle.

“Let me put a condom on.”

Seconds later, Jake’s hands went beneath my bottom, and he lifted my body into the air.

“Slide down on me,” he whispered.

He obviously had zero problems holding me above him and guiding me down onto his cock. He went slowly for a second, barely pushing the crown in. He guided me all the way down, my body taking every inch of him, and I worried I might come again instantly.

I was determined to hold out, at least long enough that we could orgasm together.

“Jake. This is mind-blowing,” I whimpered. The fireworks continued to shoot off from across the lake, the thunderous booms vibrating through every cell in my body while I rode him reverse cowgirl.

He flexed beneath me, pumping his hips up against me and thrusting his cock inside and out. “This is incredible, Liberty. You’re so wild. I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer.”

“Don’t. I don’t want you to.”

He moved his hand to my clit, where he started strumming me like he was a skilled guitarist. He groaned in my ear each time he squeezed my clit with his thumb and forefinger. But he never stopped his momentum of fucking me, up and down.

My world was exploding.

My heart was long gone down a road I hadn’t even anticipated.

I wanted all of him. All the time.

The thoughts made my impending orgasm float to my skin, the ripples coasting along with every flick of his fingers.

He buried his face in my hair and let out a low groan just as the fireworks starting going crazy above us. As he and I both rode out our orgasms, his movements slowed to tender pumps until I was just leaning against him while we enjoyed the finale together.

“Best fireworks show I’ve ever seen.”

I nodded. “It’s too bad our date has to end tonight.”

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