Page 48 of Don't Bite the Botanist
But despite the fact they were “necking” in the woods behind a church like a couple of teenagers, he had no desire to also blow his load early like one.
He rested his large hand on top of her smaller ones, stilling them before they got his pants untied. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m not going to be able to hold back,” he told her, his voice rough despite the soothing chill of the ice cream.
“So don’t,” she breathed out.
He groaned at the sultry purr in her voice. “Tressa, it’s the middle of the day. Anyone could stumble by.”
A wicked grin spread across her face. “Trust me, Ethan. Nobody is coming back here. And I couldn’t care less if they did.”
He stared at her, his eyes slowly grazing up and down her body, taking in her pebbled nipples and the way she squeezed together her tawny thighs that were barely covered by her baby blue mini skirt.
“I don’t want to push you into anything,” she added gently. “But maybe it’s time for you to live a little. Your life can’t always be about other people. You spent all your time working on a medication to help others. Now you spend all your time working toward revenge for Jake. Just once, ask yourself this… What doyouwant?”
You, he thought. But the words didn’t come out. He felt like he was hovering on a precipice, and once he closed that last bit of distance between them, he could never come back. But maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. She wasn’t wrong about his life. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done something for purely selfish reasons.
He could do this. Despite his earlier reservations, it wouldn’t actually kill him to take a break and enjoy life for once. There was nothing happening with his mission at the moment, so surely a brief detour with Tressa wouldn’t derail everything?
He handed her back the ice cream and leaned in.
“I want…” he began, sprinkling kisses down the side of her neck.
“Go on,” Tressa said, angling her head to give him better access.
“I want to…” He slid off the hood of the McLaren and pushed her thighs apart so she was splayed out in front of him.
“Tell me,” Tressa sighed, her breath hitching as he began to kiss his way up her legs.
“I want to taste…” His mouth moved higher, and his hands slid under the hem of her skirt.
“What do you want to taste, Ethan?” she cried as he gripped her ass and pulled her to the edge of the car.
He bent down and nipped the soft skin on her neck before brushing his lips against her ear. “I want to taste this sweet ice cream,” he whispered, his fingers wrapping around the cone clenched in her hand, “...dripping out of your even sweeter pussy.” He gave her a look full of naughty promises as he took the ice cream from her and made his way back down to nestle his body between her legs. With one hand, he shoved her skirt up around her waist, then yanked her panties to her knees.
“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he said. Seeing her level of responsiveness to his touch, he nearly tossed the remaining ice cream so he could dive right into a far superior dessert.
But he wasn’t done playing with her. She’d teased him for so long, if he was going to break from his mission to finally have a taste of her, he was going to savor it.
Every. Last. Drop.
He dragged the ice cream cone up her inner thigh, then followed the trail with his tongue, lapping up the creamy dessert but pausing just shy of the truly sweet spot.
A loud thump drew his attention up to see Tressa had thrown her head back against the hood, her breasts heaving up and down.
“I don’t think so,” he growled. “I want those pretty eyes on me. I want you to watch as I make you come undone.”
She lifted her head, meeting his gaze, and bit her lip.
Fuck, he wanted to replace those tiny teeth with his own. Wanted to suck on the sensitive skin of her lips and feel her squirm beneath him.
But that would have to wait.
She had been taunting him all day, and now it was his turn to return the favor, with interest.
He grazed the ice cream higher up her thigh, then ran it downthe other side, always following close behind with his tongue. But as much as he loved the tiny whimpers she was making, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
He dipped his finger into the last remains of the ice cream, then circled her clit with his finger.
A tiny squeal escaped her lips, but it devolved into a positively indecent moan when his tongue landed on the same spot. “Oh fuck, Ethan, that’s…”
