Page 16 of Salace

Idrop my hands from the steering wheel, unlock the doors and get out of the car. The fresh air, albeit chilly, feels good against my skin. I walk to a tall, old, weeping willow tree with a thick trunk and lean against it. Closing my eyes I heave in a deep breath.Can I go through with this?

“Julia?” Kasey’s voice is close. I can smell him. That distinctly teenage boy scent. “Are you okay?”

My eyes snap open as his hand is reaching out for me. I can’t stop myself. I rush into his arms, snaking mine around his neck as I do. The relief I feel is palpable. I pull back from his embrace and crush my lips to his before I can think twice. Before he can think twice. He’s warm. Hard and soft simultaneously. He doesn’t back away, nor does he kiss me back, not at first. I’ve shocked him. But I don’t stop. I won’t.

Slowly, his body goes from rigid to pliable and his lips melt against mine. His hands come around me. His fingers dig into my skin.Needy.He hoists me up by the backs of my thighs and I lock my legs around his waist. Kasey stumbles, pressing my back against the trunk and thrusts between my legs. A groan slips out of me.

I pull back from our kiss, yank his shirt overhead, and toss it aside. His mouth slams back onto mine while my fingers dig into the waistband of his jeans, impatiently trying to unbutton them. Kasey pulls the tie of my coat until it comes undone. He pulls back and admires me. I let him look. Soak it all in.

“Fuck,” he groans.

“I wore this just for you.” I say. “Touch me, Kasey.”

I pulse my cunt against his cock with little squeezes of my thighs as his fingers trace the lines of the lingerie. His erection is strong, hard, and youthful as he shoves his hips forward, keeping me pinned to the tree. His mouth hits my neck and works its way down until he’s between my breasts. My nipples, chilled in the breeze and turned on at his touch, could cut glass. When was the last time I felt this good? My hands tangle in his hair as he takes a nipple into his mouth.More, closer, harder, Kasey.“Don’t. Stop.” I groan.

He grazes his teeth over me, the lace providing no real barrier between us, and my body goes limp. He switches to the other breast and I’m certain I might explode with desire and need. His cock feels like it might explode through his jeans and rip through the delicate lace between my legs. “I need more,” I pant, as my legs shake and my nails dig tiny crescents into his bare, muscled shoulders. He leans back, eyes meeting mine, and nods.

“Car?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Take me on the ground. Now.”

Gently, he sets me onto my feet. I undo his pants and yank them and his boxers down in one swift move. His erection bounces free. Thick and veiny. Absolutely gorgeous.

He kisses and licks a trail down the center of my stomach until he reaches the trim of my lingerie. He continues kissing… over the fabric.

I am wet. So wet that I’m certain I’ve left a dark spot on the lace, the sight and scent of me makes Kasey impossibly hard; greedy for more. He shoves the fabric aside, not even bothering to attempt to get the sexy little number off me. Two fingers slide in.

“Do you like oral?” he asks.

I almost laugh, but I restrain myself. “Eat me, Kasey. Devour me.”

His grin stretches wide on his face. He plants his face between my legs and laps once, twice, three times, firmly, before sucking my clit between his teeth and nibbling gently. My hips buck wildly, and I feel like I’m on fire.God, Kasey. More, I need more.

What is this voodoo he’s doing with his teeth? I should hate this. It should hurt, but, Jesus Christ, it satisfies every itch my body has. His fingers pump in and out of me with the enthusiasm only a teenage boy possesses. And like the greedy, growing teenager he is, he eats and eats and eats until my thighs snap tightly around his head, threatening to suffocate him; and even then, he helps himself. I’m bucking wildly on the ground, little rocks and roots dig into the skin of my back, but I don’t care. When I come, my body shivers, my back arches and I scream into the night.

Kasey pants as he raises his head to look at me. His pupils dilated with desire and pride. “Again,” he grunts and pushes my legs apart.

I’m breathing hard. Too hard. My body is jelly. I’m not ready yet. I want to bask in this release a little longer. “Kasey, wait.” I pull at his hair to get his attention. He glances up, his tongue makes a long, deliberate, slow lick up my center. My head drops back when he flicks my clit.

“You wanted this, Julia. And I want to eat you again. I’m just giving you what you want.”

There’s a smirk on his face. A glint in his eye. He slides three fingers inside me and takes my clit between his teeth and begins again.

KASEY

Iblow out my breath as I tell myself not to linger on this for too long.

Though it’s great spanking material, it’s also a dangerous game to play.

Two women from the same household wouldn’t really be in anyone’s best interest. Especially since I think one of them wants to sink their claws into me, and Iknowthat the other would be more than happy to just claw me.

Still, I can’t help but wonder if older women reallyaremore experienced, and how assertive they are in knowing what they want. Is Ms. H more of a teacher or is she more of an explorer?

Too many goddamn questions floating in my head about her instead of Aimee.

She’sthe one that should be more attainable, though it seems like she really can’t stand the sight of me, and I have no fucking clue what to do to change that.

I bet askingheris out of the question,I think in amusement, as my eyes stay locked onto Ms. H’s.Guess now is a good a time as any to tell her that she needs to go home.

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