I let out an embarrassing moan and feel her humming an approval against my skin. “Kiss me,” I plead, desperately needing her lips on mine again.
She quickly obliges, moving from my neck and capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss. She breaks away too soon, but it’s only to slide the bowl of whipped cream farther away from us. Then she pushes me until my back is against the edge of the metal table and resumes kissing me. The sweet taste of cream lingers on her tongue as it tangles with mine.
Her hands run up and down my sides, rucking my dress up farther and farther with each pass. Eventually, her hands slip fully under the hem of it and find their way to the front of my underwear. She rubs me with expert skill, and I automatically start grinding myself against her hand like I have no control over my body.
She makes me lose control of myself in the best way. In a way I obviously haven’t done enough of in my life.
“That’s it, come on,” she encourages. “Show me how much you want me to touch you.”
I whimper pathetically at that but keep rolling my hips.
The next thing I know, her hand is gone, and I tear my mouth away from hers so I can protest. But she slips two fingers into my mouth and raises her eyebrows expectantly until I close my lips around them and suck. Then she slowly withdraws them and goes back to kissing me as she brings her hand down and slides those wet fingers into my underwear. She rubs circles over my clit for a few seconds, before moving her fingers lower and sliding them both inside me.
“Unnngh,” I moan, the noise getting swallowed up by her kiss.
She fingers me like that for a minute, using her thumb to keep a gentle, insistent pressure on my clit. I’m having trouble staying focused on kissing her. I have to clutch at the table behind me with both hands now as my head tips back.
I can’t believe we’re doing this here, in the middle of the inn’s kitchen, where anyone could walk in on us. I should be worried about that, but my brain is having trouble latching onto any solid thoughts except foryes, there, more,andplease.
Then Addison suddenly sinks down to her knees on the floor, and I swear my brain whites out completely for a second. She pushes up my dress and sticks her head under it, letting the material fall back down over her. She drags my underwear down my legs and helps me lift one foot to step out of it, leaving it hanging off the other ankle.
When she nudges my thighs apart, I widen my stance, and I’m rewarded by hearing her call me a good girl again before she puts her mouth on me. Her tongue swipes slowly over my pussy the same way it did my neck. Then she uses her hands to hold me open more for her so she can wriggle her tongue inside me.
“Oh, oh,ohhh,” I cry out.
One of her hands moves up to grip my hip, tugging me forward a tiny bit, then pushing me back. I realize she’s trying to encourage me to ride her face, so I do. At first, I feel timid as I start rolling my hips, but soonher mouth and fingers are making me feel so good that I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. I’m lost to the pleasure, barely managing to stay upright as she gives and gives and I take and take.
When she focuses her mouth on my clit, sucking at it softly and then harder, alternating the pressure while her fingers curl inside me, I feel myself racing toward the edge. The heat inside me builds and builds until it ignites into a raging fire, and I come with panting breaths, spasming around her fingers, my legs trembling and my hands holding on to the edge of the table for dear life.
She gives my clit a couple more soft licks as my body starts to calm down, and when I whine, she pulls back. I glance down, willing my eyes to focus on her as she pops her head out from under my dress and stares up at me. I want to sear this image into my memory.
“You taste so good,” she says, licking her lips obscenely. “I could’ve skipped baking desserts for the festival and just served you instead.”
Jesus.
She hums thoughtfully as she stands up. Then she hooks one finger under my chin and raises it, making sure my eyes are on hers. “But I wouldn’t do that, because I don’t like to share.”
A small, nervous laugh escapes me. It’s not that I don’t like hearing her say these things—it’s that I’m afraid I like hearing them way too much.
It’s also the fact that I’m coming back to reality and realizing where we are. Sure, if we got caught now, no one would be able to tell what we just did. (Unless it’s written all over my face, which it probably is.) But I don’t want her to get in trouble for having me in here with her.
“Do you want to come up to my room?” I ask, thinking of all the things I could try with her once we have privacy.
But to my disappointment, she shakes her head. “I’d like to, but I’ve got to get this place cleaned up. And I know I don’t have to work the festival tomorrow, but making sure everything is prepared for it has been exhausting and stressful. I’d like to get a good night’s sleep before I seeyou there tomorrow. I want to enjoy it with you.”
“I totally understand,” I say. She’s made it pretty clear how she feels about Mayweather events, so it might be silly, but her agreeing to meet me at the festival makes me feel sort of special. “I just wish I could help you de-stress.”
She slides her hand into my hair and leans in to kiss me. Before moving away, she whispers in my ear, “Believe me, sweetheart, you already did.”
Sweetheart.
I’m so used to hearing that word in reference to me. America’s Country Sweetheart. But I don’t think it’s ever been spokentome. Not like that. And it really hits differently coming from her.
I’m still in somewhat of a daze as she sends me away so she can finish up and go home. It’s not until I’m up in my room alone that I realize she’s given me two amazing orgasms already, and I still haven’t done anything for her. I don’t want this thing between us to be one-sided, and I also really want to explore her body. So the next chance I get, I plan to rectify this.
Inthemorning,Itake the inn’s shuttle van over to Main Street for the festival. Between me and Toby, we managed to convince Andrew to get here pretty early. The festival runs for most of the day, and a lot of the activities don’t start until later in the afternoon. But it’s been too many years since I’ve been to Mayweather’s Summer Spectacular (yes, that’s the official name), so I want to get the full experience.
Addison is planning to meet me here a little later, which is nice, because that gives me some quality brother time. And yet, as happy as I am to hang out with Andrew, I’m feeling even more excited for the time with Addison. Does that make me a terrible sister?
