I pull my hand away, and at the same time I wrench my mouth from hers, and she gasps for air.
“Ugh. You’re such a tease,” she complains through labored breaths.
I laugh darkly, running my nose over her cheek, capturing her earlobe between my teeth with a light nibble. “How about I take you back to my place and remind you just how old I’m not?”
“I think that sounds like a very, very good idea, Mr. Stevens.”
I groan, dropping my head to her shoulder. “That’s it. Boner ruined.”
She laughs loudly, and I can’t help but kiss her again.
This time it’s quick, because if I don’t get her back to my place soon, I might just fuck her right here against this wall.
And wouldn’t that get the town talking?
I lead her to the truck that I parked back over by Dickie’s, ditch my melted cone in the trash, then help her into the passenger seat.
“Do you have a napkin in here, by chance?” she asks once I’m behind the wheel. We’re both a total mess, ice cream all over my shirt and hers still running over her hand.
“I doubt it, but check the center console just in case,” I tell her, putting the vehicle into drive and steering out onto Harborview Boulevard.
She searches the console, then the glove box, but comes up empty.
“Oh well.” She shrugs, then licks along the line of ice cream that’s trailed over to her wrist.
“Fucking hell.” I press down on a cock that’s still heavy between my legs. “You keep doing that, and I’m not sure I’m going to make it all the way back to my house.”
“Doing what?” She grins innocently, although we both know she’s anything but. “I’m just eating my ice cream cone that’s melting because ofsomeone.”
She drags her tongue over her index finger, then her middle, and it takes everything I have to keep my eyes on the road and not on her, especially as she begins to lick the ice cream like she would my cock.
Fuck, what I would give to feel her mouth wrapped around me.
“Take it out.”
I dare a glance over at her just as we pass through the end of the downtown waterfront.
“What?”
“Your cock, Noah. Take your cock out. I want to see it.”
It might be irresponsible and easily one of the most impulsive things I’ve ever done, but I do it anyway.
With one hand on the wheel, I undo my pants and pull my throbbing cock free. Her eyes widen as she takes me in.
“Touch it.”
I do. I wrap my fist around myself, flicking my wrist upward lazily, and Odette runs her tongue over her lips as she watches me.
“God, that’s hot,” she whispers, and I realize then that she’s got her free hand between her legs, that skirt that has no business being so fucking sexy pushed up high. I can’t see her touching herself, but I know she is, and I’m not sure if that makes it better or worse.
I pull onto the dirt road that leads to the cidery and press on the gas, definitely going well above the speed limit, but I don’t care. If I don’t get inside her soon, I might lose it.
“Do it again, Noah,” she begs.
I do, and she licks the ice cream at the same time.
I groan, imagining it’s me she has her tongue wrapped around. Fuck, this is torture. It is delicious torture, but torture all the same.
