Jack hummed against me, pulled his fingers out, and I soaked his face with my release. He kept working his magic until I was done. I lay still beneath him except for my unsteady breathing.
The condensation of my breath was all I could see, mixed in with the endless blue sky, until Jack’s mouth left my pussy, and his face blocked out the sunshine. He peered down at me with a blank stare, and I couldn’t read him. I hated his emotionless eyes staring at me because I feared what he was thinking.
Did he enjoy the taste of me? Would he want more?
Fuck!Why did I care?
I didn’t.
“What?” I snapped and reached for my pants at my ankle. “Was the taste of me too bitter for you?”
I pulled my sweats up halfway, one leg in and the other out, but Jack stopped me. He dipped a hand between my legs, and I sucked in a breath. He nudged a finger slowly inside while my mouth opened wide in shock. His index slid back out, and I blew out the air in my lungs with a shaky sigh.
“No, princess,” Jack admitted as he smelled his finger, and his beard glistened with my juices. “Your pussy is fucking sweet. Here. Taste.”
Jack held his index limb out to me.
“No way.” I shookmy head.
“Yes, be my good girl and taste yourself,” Jack demanded.
Something about the way he called me hisgood girlmade me obey. I wrapped my lips around his finger and closed my eyes while I swirled my tongue around it. I ensured I ate up every drop he had offered to me and popped him out of my mouth.
Jack cursed. I opened my eyes to see heat flaring in his stare, and I thought he’d kiss me, but he didn’t. Instead, he stood up and reached into his back pocket.
My neighbor was back in full grump mode while he put on gloves and adjusted his junk. His erection was completely noticeable inside his jeans, and he didn’t give a fuck. I swallowed the lump in my throat at the sight of him. God. Jack was packing a massive dick.
A cock I wanted Jack to stuff me full of.
Christ. Noelle! No, quite thinking dirty thoughts about the man next door.
Jack ate me out, and I was done with him. Finished. The end.
I held up a hand. “Aren’t you going to help?”
“Yep.” Jack ignored my hand and grabbed the tree trunk. “Let’s get this tree home.”
Asshole.
“Right,” I mumbled.
Stupid Christmas tree.
“Here’s your hat.” Jack tossed the wool at me.
I threw the hat aside. Too enraged at myself for giving in to Jack Timber when I knew better. I never noticed this man until this holiday season, and now I was trying to fix my pants, with the rest of my thong on the ground.
Out of frustration, I kicked some snow over the mistake I had made. I wanted to bury what I had done, but my slick pussy dripped excess juices down my thighs. I remembered everything thanks to Jack’s teeth and the slip-and-slide scenario happening in my pants while I walked behind the man I couldn’t stand.
Effortlessly, Jack dragged the evergreen through the snow, and he glanced back at me over his shoulder. His eyes were stone cold, and he hadn’t wiped off the cum that froze on his beard. I shivered at the memory of his mouth, wanting to leave the past behind us. I had wanted the flame to burn out between us, but the blaze still lingered inside of me, and I feared this was only the beginning of our love-to-hate relationship gone astray.
EIGHTEEN
Envious Wrath
Jack
Sweet Jesus. We made it back. I thought I’d die with a hard-on out in the snow. Stiff as my goddamn dick because little Elle wouldn’t leave me alone.
