Page 43 of Vacancy


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“No, I’m not okay,” she whimpered under her breath. “I’m soaking wet in a room full of people. This is embarrassing as hell.”

I huffed out an amused sound and shifted even closer, so she could hear me when I said into her ear. “At least you’re not sporting a hard-on the size of Texas that’s threatening to burst through the seam of your jeans.”

She glanced down briefly, only to zip her gaze back up, eyebrows lifted. “I should probably walk in front of you,” she offered.

“Thank you.” I tightened my grip on her hip gratefully. “I would appreciate that.”

We grabbed our trays, and walked determinedly toward the exit, dumping the rest of our unfinished meals into the trash as we passed by, barely pausing long enough to stack the trays above the receptacle.

I held the door open for Oaklynn, and as she stepped over the threshold, a breeze came in around her, sweeping her peach scent all over me. And it was just too much. With a growl, I roughly steered her left as soon as we were outside.

She yelped in surprise and tripped in her heels, but I pulled her against me and picked her up a couple of inches off her feet, carrying her by the hip as I marched toward a darkened copse of trees not far away.

It wasn’t even sunset yet, but the day had advanced enough into the evening that it was hard to see under all the leaves and branches.

That would have to do for privacy, though, because as soon as we reached the first tree, I had her against the trunk of an oak, and my mouth was on hers.

She gasped and arched up onto her toes against me, gripping my hair and trying to climb me. I helped her along, hefting her by the ass as our lips firmed against each other. Tongues touched, groans ensued, and fingers dug deeper into flesh.

When her skirt rode up to allow her legs room to wind around my waist, my hands slid further down, investigating the backs of her thighs. Her skin was warm and smooth there, and I palmed the softness before sliding up to find the edge of her panties.

Then I just kept going under the cloth until my fingers were secured around her bare buttocks. I clutched her roughly and pulled her hips away from the tree so I could grind her core against the ridge of my erection through my jeans.

Oaklynn broke from our kiss with a groan, and she threw her head back against the tree as she rode me, jerking her hips to alleviate her own ache.

Through the shadows, I was able to watch her face as she closed her eyes and bit her lip.

From that moment on, nothing became as important to me as witnessing her having an orgasm.

“Put your feet down,” I rasped abruptly.

Eyes fluttering open, she sent me a dazed glance full of confusion. “What?”

“Trust me,” I said, peering straight into her dark, suspicious eyes. “Feet down.”

Releasing a breath, she bobbed her head once, then whimpered in protest to let me know she didn’t want to lose precious grinding contact before she unwound one leg and then the other.

As soon as she had her heels steady at the base of the tree, I lowered myself to my knees in front of her.

“Oh God.” She inhaled sharply in anticipation and kept eye contact with me until my knees settled in the grass. Then she shuddered out a breath and closed her eyes as I reached under her skirt, and grasped the waistband of her panties before peeling them down her legs.

“No,” I told her. “I liked your eyes on me.”

With a pleading groan, Oaklynn opened her lashes and caught my gaze, even as she shook her head. “I don’t think I can watch,” she begged. “I can’t take that kind of sensory overload. I just can’t.”

“Yeah, you can,” I promised as I stuffed her panties into my side pocket. They were damp within my grip, which made my skin ripple with excitement. “Just keep your eyes on mine.”

She made a weak sound of protest and widened her legs as I nudged them apart. But her gaze never strayed.

Pleased, I leaned in toward the trimmed patch of hair between her legs. Then I watched her expression as my mouth closed around her.

“Oh…” she gasped as she rose up onto her toes to escape the contact. Her eyes were wide and wild, as if her body knew the treatment I was fixin’ to give her was going to ruin her pussy for life.

I grabbed her hips and pinned her to the tree, forcing her to take it as my tongue flicked out once, catching the peak of her clit.

“Fuck,” she uttered before slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the moan that followed.

She started to look away, only to remember my command and jerk her gaze back to mine. I congratulated her for following the rules by sucking and then lavishing her with long wet strokes.

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