Page 65 of You're so Bad

“What would you like your prize to be?” I ask, catching her wrist. I move it up to the top of my shorts, because I need to feel her hand on my skin, not through two layers of fabric.

“I think you know the answer to that,” she says as she plays with the drawstring, giving me a saucy-ass look.

I glance out the window, but there’s no one around. Maybe they did us a favor by sticking us in the Jason cabin. More privacy.

Then Shauna surprises me by slipping back over to the driver’s seat.

“Not into public displays of affection?” I ask, giving my dick a token rub through my pants because it’s feeling the loss of her. “I’ll be sure to add that to my list of relationship shit to remember.”

“My favorite color’s purple. You can add that one too.”

“I already know that,” I say as I reach over to ruffle her hair. “You know, you’re not supposed to make your tells so obvious.”

“There’s a reason I don’t mess around with poker.” She’s smiling as she goes for the drawstring again, and a sigh escapes me as she slips her hand under the band around the top. I lift slightly and push down my shorts and boxer briefs.

“Well, hello,” she says, wrapping her hand around my cock. She glances up at me with those ever-changing eyes of hers and smirks. “If you get to talk to my tits, it’s only fair.”

“Oh, feel free to chat him up, baby. In fact, you can get up real close and personal. He won’t bite.”

“You’re such an ass,” she says, “but it just so happens that Iwouldlike to get closer.”

My heart thumps in my chest as she glides her hand up and down, squeezing.

Then she leans all the way over and takes the head of my cock in her mouth, just the head, sucking on it like it’s a lollipop. The soft, wet suction sends darts of pleasure to the base of my spine, making me feel like a teenager again—like I’m a kid who can’t take another second before blowing my load.

I put my hand in her hair like she did with me, weaving my fingers through the light purple strands as she bobs her head down to take in more of me, her tongue circling me. Down and then up. Down and then up. My hips thrust up slightly, because I can’t take it.

“Yeah, just like that, Tiger. Fuck, that feels so good. You can put your mouth on me anytime you like.” It feels even better because she’s doing it in here, in the car outside of our cabin, where anyone could come along and see us. There’s a thrill to it, and I’m all about chasing thrills. Anything to pull me away from the void.

I watch her as she lifts up again, licking at the head of my dick, her eyes meeting mine as she does it, and I feel it again—that almost panicky sensation in my chest.

It still feels fantastic. Better than fantastic actually, like I won the lottery, and someone handed me a stack of bucks on a gold platter, but there’s a razor edge of panic. Ofwhat the fuck am I doing?

I’ve already told her too much, more than I’ve told anyone in I don’t know how long. Maybe I’ve held on to the words so long they burst out like soda from a shaken can the first time someone cracked me open.

She reaches down and touches my balls while she gives me another pass with that sweet little mouth, and the panic is buried under pleasure. I’m close. I open my mouth to say so, because even though I’d love nothing better than for her to swallow me down, I won’t surprise her with it, when I hear someone shouting “Yoo-hoo” from beyond the car window.

Well, ho-ly shit.

I glance out and see the blond lady with the curls. Jelly Lady. She’s several feet away, and because of the way the car’s parked, on a little upward tilt of the gravel road, she can’t see Shauna.

She can’t see heryet. If I let her get too close to the car, that’ll change.

Shauna pops off my dick, and I let go of her hair. I feel the big oh backing off, but she doesn’t pull up my shorts.

She swears as I roll down the window.

“Hello,” I call out cheerfully as I fumble for my phone in the cupholder beneath the radio. Shauna, who’s stretched over it, figures out what I want and hands it to me. I lift it out toward Jelly Lady, who has stopped in her tracks. “I was just about to make a work call out here while Shauna gets changed inside. Beautiful day for camping, isn’t it?”

The woman starts wringing her hands and glances at the cabin.

“Oh, I was hoping for a private word with her.”

“I’ll be sure to let her know,” I say, biting my lip when I feel Shauna’s mouth descend on me again, her tongue circling the head of my cock. I want to look down at her—I’m desperate for it—but I keep my gaze on Jelly Lady.

“You must be Doctor Smith,” the woman says with a warm smile.

Shauna’s hot, wet mouth is on my dick, and I’m supposed to make small talk? It’s like having hell and heaven thrown at you all at once and being asked to juggle them for the devil. If that doesn’t make sense, that’s because, again,my dick is in Shauna’s mouth.

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