Page 68 of Whisking It All

“Jamie,” she said, stepping towards him and letting her hands float down his chest until she hooked a belt loop with her finger and tugged him towards her. “Take me home with you,” she clarified, softer. Then, to make sure he understood her this time, she rose on her tiptoes and sucked his earlobe into her mouth, dragging the sensitive skin between her teeth until he released a shuddering breath. “Please.”

He growled, planting a searing kiss on her lips, before he took her hand in his and practically dragged her down the stairs, through the restaurant, and out to his car.

The streets of Aster Bay were mostly deserted that late at night, only the occasional car passing them on the main road through town. As Jamie drove, he kept one hand intertwined with Tessa’s and resting on her thigh. They didn’t speak, the weight of the decision they were making hanging heavily between them as they drew nearer to Jamie’s house on the edge of town. Tessa held Jamie’s hand tighter. She’d made her choice.

She followed him up the steps to his small cottage, his porch concealed from the street by a line of pine trees. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her forehead to his back as he fumbled with the lock in the dark. After the second failed attempt to open the door, she planted a kiss between his shoulder blades, remembering the last time they’d fumbled with a lock. She’d hardly known him then.

“Take a breath,” she whispered. He drew a deep breath into his lungs, the movement pushing against her arms around his rib cage before he succeeded in opening the door.

No sooner had the door closed behind them than his mouth was on hers again in an urgent, desperate kiss. Tessa broke away, panting, and dropped to her knees in front of him, right there in his front entryway. As she worked his belt, he leaned his head back against the door and cursed. She slid the button of his jeans through its hole and lowered his zipper. She was still holding the zipper pull when Jamie’s hand closed over hers.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said.

She arched an eyebrow at him. “Do you not want me to?”

“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“What makes you think I do anything I don’t want to do?” She huffed a disbelieving laugh through her nose and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “I didn’t get to taste you last time.”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, and sank a hand into her hair, cupping her head gently. Reverently. She’d never felt more wanted than she did kneeling at his feet.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this,” she said, sliding a hand into the open placket of his pants and wrapping her fist around the hard length of him.

He jolted against her touch, thickening with each slow slide of her palm along the hot flesh. He held her gaze, his own eyes growing darker, that deep, wild green color she loved so much barely visible around the pools of black.

“You’ve thought about sucking my cock, princess?”

“Yes, Chef.”

The hand in her hair tightened, gentle pressure guiding her closer to him. “Then be a good girl and put me in your mouth.”

She smiled, heat pooling low in her belly as she finally pulled his cock free from his boxer briefs. His erection jutted hard and rude from the open placket of his pants, framed by the dark fabric of his clothing. She gave him a slow pump with her hand, before guiding the tip of him to her lips. With slow, teasing licks, she bathed the head of his cock with her tongue. Her fingers played with the heavy weight of his balls as she memorized the taste of his skin.

“Tessa,” he groaned.

She answered his unspoken plea by sliding him between her lips, flattening her tongue along the underside of his erection. He released a string of curses, his hips rocking gently towards her, as though he couldn’t control it. She didn’t want him to control himself. He’d done nothing but control himself since the second she’d arrived in Aster Bay. She wanted him unrestrained, undone. For her.

“Tessa, baby, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” he said, pulling her off of him. His cock bobbed between them, glistening with her saliva, and she eyed it hungrily. She was just getting started. He chuckled and pulled her to her feet with his grip on her hair. “Another time. You’re not the only one who’s been thinking about this.”

She kissed him and a deep, primal sound rumbled in his chest.

“Fuck, I love tasting myself on your lips.”

“Mmm, I love that too,” she said, chasing his kiss.

“Take your pants off, princess. I need to know if your pussy tastes as good as I remember.”

He didn’t need to tell her twice. Together, they removed her jeans and panties, Jamie tossing them aside as he fell to his knees before her. He lifted one of her legs and rested it on his shoulder as he dragged his stubbled cheek in a slow trail up her thigh. He drove his tongue into her, steadying her with a firm hold on her ass, and she gasped at the heat of his mouth against her cunt. Soft groans and grunts fell from his lips as he devoured her with his tongue and teeth.

“As good as you remember?” she panted.

“Better,” he rumbled.

He sucked on her clit while teasing at her entrance with a single finger. But every time she felt her climax begin to rise within her, he gentled his touch. She whimpered as he teased her, denying her an orgasm yet again, her legs trembling with need. He lapped at her clit, each stroke of his tongue sending a jolt of desperation through her, a tight, buzzy feeling shooting down her legs, the soles of her feet burning in anticipation of the oncoming pleasure.

She gasped his name, grinding her pussy against his face, desperate for release. At last, he plunged two fingers into her as he took her clit between his teeth, scraping the sensitive bud in an unexpected rush of pleasure pain that tipped her over the edge. She doubled over, folding herself over him as her thighs shook around his head and he held her up with a firm hand on her ass and curling, probing fingers within her.

As soon as her climax subsided, she pulled him to his feet and kissed him hard, sucking the taste of herself from his lips.

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