Then she gave a frustrated growl. “I’m sharing my room with Kitty.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “And I gave Leroy my key.”
Annie sat up, still straddling me, and adjusted her hair. Determined, she scanned the area around us.
“Come with me.”
She dragged me toward the edge of the golf course, where it met the woods. She stopped me before we passed through a set of rhododendron bushes, tugging me in for a hot kiss. Grinning, I ducked under some taller branches and held them back for her to come after me.
Under the cover of the bushes, I sat on the ground, smacking my thighs to invite her to sit. Annie straddled me, my lips exploring her neck and shoulders. To answer my prior question, freckles didn’t have a taste, but Annie’s skin did. I couldn’t get enough.
Her long legs wrapped around my waist as my hands glided up her thighs again. “What do you need, Annie?” She pressed my face to her chest, unzipping the top part of her dress and lowering her dress’s straps. “Tell me, Annie. Please.”
She smirked and nibbled my neck, stopping by my ear to whisper, “I want you to go down on me.”
My cock throbbed at her words. I’d never eaten a girl out. I’d obviously seen it in porn, but I really wasn’t 100% sure what was for show and what actually might feel good for her.Here goesnothing.
I shoved the top part of her dress down, finding her braless underneath. Annie’s breasts were the first I’d ever encountered but I swear I struck gold the first time. They perfectly filled my hands, her perky nipples pressing into my palms. I dipped my head as she raised up on her knees, sucking the rosy bud of her nipple into my mouth. She moaned out my name and I decided that was the only sound I ever wanted to hear in my life.
I covered her breast again as I slid off my jacket, laying it on the ground behind her. I shifted her to her back, her legs coming up to cage my torso.
“You are such a fucking angel,” I breathed, taking in the sight of her, golden hair splayed out, pupils dilated, her lips begging for mine.
I sat back on my heels, coasting my hands up her thighs until I found her panties. “These off?”
“Please,” she whined. I drank in her delicious legs with my eyes as the flimsy fabric passed over them, but I wasn’t prepared for how beautiful she’d be when she dropped her knees open, inviting me in.
“So gorgeous, Annie,” I whispered, then realized I couldn’t delay it anymore. I had to get to it.
Chapter 7
Annie
JULY | Balance: $52,623
On my back, the trees laced together above me, blocking out the starry sky. Nick was between my legs, tossing them over his shoulders as he dropped to his stomach.
And then there was a long pause. I started wondering if there was a problem. I’d been socializing and there was all the sweat that came with that. Maybe this spur-of-the-moment outdoor tryst wasn’t as nice as having a shower first before asking a hot guy to put his face between my legs.
Nick kissed my inner thighs and all around my pussy, which was delightful. Then he just . . . kissed my clit? Like closed-lipped. Not Frenching. Not sucking. I thought these hockey boys were supposed to be Casanovas or something based on what I gatheredfrom my friends. If what they said was true, I should have been in for the hookup of my life.
I tried grinding my hips into his face, grabbing some of his thick wavy hair. Roger had been older, in his forties, and woefully married, but at least that meant he knew what he was doing. He was pretty responsive and gave me what I liked. Prior to Roger, I’d had both male and female partners, and again, generally, I had a good time.
Nick, however, was spearing my vagina with his tongue. Don’t get me wrong, that’s nice now and then, but the party’s not there for me. Was that his teeth?
With another nip in a place that should never be nipped, I confirmed that yes, those were his teeth.
Goalie prodigy Nick Oberbeck bit my crotch. I squirmed away, which he seemed to take as encouragement.
He was obviously trying his best but it just wasn’t working. Maybe he had other talents. And I could give some too. I like equal play.
“Nick, can I suck you?”
He looked up from between my legs with a smile. “Did you come?”
Oh, boy.
“Um, ha, no,” I said, trying to stay polite. Poor thing was genuinely trying. “But take yourself out and show me what I’m working with.”
