Page 71 of The F*ck-It List

“Are you ready to sleep?” I ask knowing the answer.

“No.”

“Then don’t worry about that right now.” I take her glass and rest it on the ground away from the comfort of our blanket. “Right now, I want to eat you out.”

Her eyes go round, her luscious mouth falling open before I lean in and take it in a searing kiss. Bea melts for me like she always does, she’s so receptive to my touch, always so willing to yield to my demands. Bea whimpers as my tongue curls around hers, her hands gripping into my shirt as I lean over her, easing her to her back on the plaid blanket.

“What do you say, sunshine, can I eat your pretty pussy out here in the open?” I keep my voice low and deep against her ear and revel in the way her body shivers beneath me.

“August,” she pants, hot, sweet breath skimming my cheek and over my lips.

“It’s getting you wet, isn’t it?” I rumble against her, my palm skimming up the creamy smoothness of her thigh to where the ripped hem of her shorts covers her. My fingers slip inside the denim to press into the soft give of her arse cheek. “Thinking of me getting my mouth on you out here where anyone could find us.”

My dick is already starting to swell. I’m nestled between her legs, where she’s spread to welcome me, so I grind against her. Between my jeans and her shorts, I can’t feel the heat of her, but I know it’s there, I know her panties must be getting soaked from the way she’s squirming under me. Even after such a short time, I feel I can read Bea’s body like one of her books. She doesn’t try to hide anything from me, doesn’t try to play things cool, she whimpers and keens, begs and pleads, and I lap it all up like the greedy bastard I am.

“Yeah,” she admits, looking up at me with begging eyes as I flick the button of her jean shorts open. My large hand struggles to wedge between her underwear and her bare pussy where her shorts are so figure-hugging, but I manage to get into position to cup her, not to stroke or tease, just to feel how wet she is for me.

“You’re fucking soaked, sunshine,” I rasp. “Is this all for me?”

“God, yes,” she whines. “Touch me, August, please.”

“I am touching you,” I say. “Are you saying you need more?”

“Yes, please,” she begs, blue eyes shining with need.

“Tell me then. Tell me exactly what you need.” I lean down and kiss her tenderly, stroking my lips over the soft pillow of hers.

“I want your fingers,” she chokes. “I-inside me.”

“Hmm,” I rumble. “You want me to fuck you with my fingers, Bea?”

“Yeah. Yes, please.”

“No,” I say sharply, pulling my hand away from her. “I told you I want to eat you out.”

Ignoring her distressed little sounds, I kneel between her thighs and work her shorts and underwear over her hips and down her legs. Her eyes start darting around and she squirms uncomfortably. “What if someone sees?”

“No one is going to see,” I tell her gently. “We’d hear them before they could see anything, and no one is around here at this time of night.” I look down at her, and she nods with her bottom lip pinched between her teeth, so I stop undressing her and give her a serious expression. “But if you don’t feel comfortable doing this, we can stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” she answers very quickly, and I grin.

“Okay then, spread your legs for me.”

When her shorts and underwear are free, she does exactly as she’s told, knees bent, feet flat on the blanket and as wide apart as she can get them, my broad shoulders needing all the space she can offer. I kiss her mouth quickly before trailing my lips down her neck. My hands push the hem of her tank up over her stomach and breasts. She’s wearing a simple cotton bra in candy pink with lace trim, and I lick over the edge and under the fabric a little.

Her chest moves in sharp breaths, her hands cradling my head to her, keeping me close and encouraging me to keep going. I nip at the skin over her ribs and kiss the slight softness of her belly, dipping my tongue into her belly button, which makes her giggle and me smile.

Both hips get a tender kiss and then my lips are traversing over her pubis and my tongue darts out to slide between her pussy lips. Bea moans, low and throaty, her back arching as I work over her clit, keeping my touch light and teasing, soft and sensual. I wrap my lipsover her nub and suck gently, my tongue swirls her entrance and laps at her flavour.

Bea’s hands clench in the longer strands of my hair, trying to pull me closer, silently asking for more, harder, faster, but I don’t give it to her. Instead, I pull away and rest on my outstretched hands planted either side of her hips. I lick my lips and grin wickedly at her as she glares back at me utterly unimpressed with my stopping.

“On your stomach,” I command and after only a brief moment of confusion, she complies, flipping to lie on her front so I’m presented with the pale globes of her behind. I give one a sharp tap because I absolutely cannot resist, and she yelps. “Can you reach my bag, sunshine?”

She reaches out and grabs the handle of my backpack, dragging it closer. “Yeah.”

“There’s some supplies in the front pocket, grab them for me?” While she does that, I manoeuvre her until her legs are bent under her so she’s on her knees, chest to the blanket and arse to the summer sky. She lets out a nervous laugh at the new position and then freezes when she sees what supplies I brought.

“Um.”