Page 62 of Barefoot Lake

“Try.”

I lean forward and press my nose into the front of her underwear. The lace scrap of fabric looks like it would fall apart in my hands. Knowing she picked it out just for me makes me glow with pride. I flick my tongue against her, and she jolts, so ready for me.

“I like these,” I say as I run a finger under the side of the panties, pulling them away from her skin and letting the elastic snap. She gasps, and I think I feel her standing leg tremble.

I move my hand down between her legs and shift the lace aside. I run my thumb across her opening and know I feel her leg tremble this time. The knee on my shoulder squeezes as she digs her heel into my back.

“I haven’t stopped thinking of this pretty pussy since yesterday.” I press my thumb against her bundle of nerves, and she swallows a squeak. “I might never think of another thing again.”

“Jake… please,” she breathes. I told her yesterday that she never needed to beg, but the sound of her doing just that is intoxicating. I spot her hands against the couch, knuckles white with how hard she’s gripping the material.

I can’t say no to her and would never want to. I lean forward and immediately draw her clit between my teeth as I press my finger inside her. I curl it against the front of her walls, shifting until she lets her head fall back, gasping, and I know I’ve found what I’m looking for. I pull out to add a second finger. She rocks her hips forward against my face, and I press my fingers on my other hand into her thigh, encouraging her to take what she needs.

I feel like a man starved, like I was shown salvation through Alice, and now I cannot get enough. Her breaths sing in my ears as they become short and frantic. I alternate licking and biting, fast and slow until I can feel her ready to snap.

She freely rolls her hips against me, riding my face. I tip my head back and speed up my fingers.

“Come for me, Ace.”

She groans deep in her throat like a plea. One of her hands flies to the back of my head, holding me against her as she rides the waves of her orgasm. I hold her up when her knee finally gives out, stroking rhythmically until she comes down from her high.

“Jake…” She’s breathing hard. “That was⁠—”

“Just the start.”

I straighten her underwear and set her back on her feet, making sure she’s steady before letting go. As I stand, I wipe a hand across my chin, a satisfied smile on my lips. The pressure of my jeans against my straining cock is uncomfortable. Alice tracks my every movement with an intense gaze.

She reaches up until she’s holding a side of my flannel collar in each hand.

“My turn,” she whispers and begins unbuttoning my shirt. Her fingers are still trembling and after struggling with a few buttons, she growls and yanks. I hear at least one button ping off the floor somewhere out of sight.

“I’ll fix that, I promise,” she echoes my words back at me. I’ve never cared less about torn buttons in my life.

I’m still shrugging out of the sleeves as Alice starts pulling my t-shirt over my head, ripping both tops off my arms at the same time. Her eagerness is like fire in my veins. There’s nothing like being wanted by Alice.

Her eyes rake down my torso before settling back on my tattoo. She reaches out and ghosts her fingers over the ink, tracing the line of the mountains.

She smiles softly but looks up at me with hesitancy in her eyes. I run a knuckle across her cheekbone.

“Do you want to stop, Ace?”

Her eyes dart to mine.

“No! God no!” She shakes her head to punctuate the denial. “I’m… nervous. You look like…” She gestures at my upper half.

“And you look like that.” I gesture to all of her. “You have no clue how lucky I feel to be here with you. But you say the word, and we stop.”

“Please don’t stop, Jake,” she begs. “Show me what you like.”

“You’ve never…?”

“I have, but…” She still looks shy. “I like it when you tell me what to do.”

“I’ve got you, Ace.”

I take her hands and place them on the button of my pants.

“On your knees.”