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“I bet.” She looked as if she were about to clamber across the table to him. She stood up, kicking off her shoes as she did so, gestured at him, then turned and stepped quickly across and out of the room. Jason could do none other than stand and follow her, giving a brief smile to Cal and Georgie as he darted after her.
She led him quickly down the hallways and into the kitchen. She walked deliberately across the space, turned, and leaned her hips up against the kitchen worktop.
She was controlled but hot; he could see she wanted him. She stepped over to the chunky refrigerator and pulled the door open. Jason stood in the middle of the room, watching her, unable to move. He felt that if he did, he would leap on her, he was so fired up by her provocative manner.
She turned back to him with a shallow tray of vegetables resting against the crook of her arm. She walked over, her fingers trailing over the shiny surface of shallots, cherry tomatoes, and long, slim zucchini. Then she was up against him. The tray pressed against his chest, she lifted a zucchini and ran it across her lips, her tongue sliding over its surface.
Jason felt his self-control beginning to ebb away. With a deep breath, he took the dish from her, put it down on the work surface, and then slowly backed her up against the wall. She began to nibble her teeth along the length of the zucchini, her gaze hot. His hands pushed up the skirt of her velvet dress, pausing a moment when he discovered the lines of her black garter belt, before grabbing at the heat between her thighs. His hands moved on the silk of her knickers, and she groaned, moving against the wall as her body met his strokes. Her hair was beginning to escape its clips, falling in a mass of auburn waves over her shoulder. Jason rested his face into it, breathing in the scent of expensive cologne on her hair and skin.
She pushed him back and pulled her knickers off, then lifted her skirt right up around her hips and drew the stem of the dark green zucchini into the fold of her auburn-edged pussy. Before Jason could voice an objection in his favor, she had slid the cool, hard thing inside her and was rapidly working it in and out. Jason swore and fell to his knees, his mouth resting against her thighs.
The smell of her sex was intoxicating, and he watched as the dark green stick turned hazy, each stroke drawing out more rich creaminess from inside her body. His tongue slid along the length of the zucchini, tasting her on its hard surface as it emerged. Her essence was heady, warm, and delicious. His tongue chased it from the smooth green surface of the probing shaft. His penis was as rigid, if not more so, eagerly waiting to take its place.
Felice began to utter low moans, her hips circling. She abandoned her zucchini and pushed his face into her melting pussy, just in time for his tongue to experience the gentle clutch and release of her climax. He mouthed urgently at her, eating her up.
He stood up, pressing his hips against her heat, letting her feel his waiting erection. She was eager, fueled for more by her first climax. She pushed him back and stripped his shirt off, reaching for his belt. He undid the buttons of his fly.
She looked down as his cock sprang forward, thick and stout “Oh, magnificent!” She put her fingers around it, just as she had described with the cucumber, moving them up and down its girth. The sensation ran ragged over his nerves, his cock throbbing and demanding action.
“Hurry, please.”
She quickly began to undo the long zip at the side of her dress, casting it off and removing its restraint from around her hips completely, then returned her attention to his cock. He looked down at her black lace bra, her garter belt and stockings framing her pussy, and her hand moving rapidly on his cock. It was a very sexy image, and he groaned in deep approval.
Felice smiled triumphantly and fell back against the stainless steel shelves, opening her legs. The stacks of pans that lined it rattled and chimed in response. She pulled him toward her, her fist guiding the head of his cock straight into her dripping wet hole. Jason flexed his legs, looking up at her from below, and then crammed it in, to the hilt.
Back in the dining room, Georgie was sitting astride Cal’s hips, grinding down onto him, and he was about to come. His hands were in her hair, his hips pressing up against her weight. He had wasted no time when the others left the room. He’d pushed back his chair, pulled his cock free, and calmly ordered her to sit on it and be quick about it.
Georgie was all too ready to comply, hoisting the tight net dress up around her hips as she climbed over him.
The crashing and clattering sounds of objects in flight from the shelves in the kitchen began to reach them. Georgie paused her movements and looked down at Cal’s face. He broke into a smile, and then gave a hoarse laugh.
“Don’t you want to go in and watch?” She gave him a naughty glance.
“No. I’m happy with my private show, right here.” It was so true.
“Good.” She drove her hips onto his, pumping him hard. “By the way, I feel I should thank you.”
“Thank me?”
“Yes, for introducing me to a world of unashamed sexuality.”
“Ah, but, my sweet, sometimes I want to take it all away again and keep you for myself.” He looked at her for understanding.
She rocked back and forth on him silently as she considered the serious undertone in his comment. “Yes, I know,” she murmured. “I feel the same.” Then she kissed his mouth and rode him hard and fast.
When she responded like that, he came suddenly, his cock bowing against the front wall of her sex. She gasped at the ferocity of it starting to spurt so suddenly inside her. Breathless with pleasure, she held on to the back of the chair and ground herself down on him, making him moan when her core clutched him tightly and she came while his cock still gave its final jerks inside her.
Chapter Ten
Georgie climbed up into the jeep, settling in for the journey.
Felice stood at the door, waving. “Come back soon.” She was wearing a midnight blue satin wrap, her auburn hair flowing free over her shoulders. She had a sated look about her, like a lioness that had feasted well and was basking in the sun, indolently washing itself.
The jeep roared into action, and Jason gave Felice a last kiss and a teasing pat on her bottom before jumping into the passenger seat.
Georgie sprawled across the back seat in a faded denim miniskirt and a cropped top, humming along to the radio as she plotted their route on the map.
They had set off early. Cal wanted to be sure they reached Edinburgh before nightfall. Jason sat behind his Oakley shades, thoughtful and quiet, as if he wasn’t so keen to get to their destination now that they were on their way.
