His Pickle Her Jam (Cherry On Top Tales #4)

Chapter Ten-Jan

Still Day 4 of Block Party Prepping (6 to go)

Holy. Fuck.

Was it wrong I wanted him to teach me a lesson?

“Um, I-I’ll be good,” I whispered, pulling my panties down my hips and kicking off my sandals while I was at it.

“Fuck yes, you will. That’s it. Good Girl,” he growled.

I swear the vibrations of his words went right through my body, stroking me on the inside. Any second now, evidence of my arousal was going to start dripping down my thighs.

He stalked towards me and there was something so damn sexy in the fact he was still fully dressed in jeans and a cotton t-shirt.

“Sit down,” he commanded, nodding towards the sofa and I scrambled backwards, sitting on the couch.

My breath hitched in my chest, but I wasn’t scared of him. Buck was so damn hot. He licked his lips, dropping to his knees in front of me.

He placed his large hands on the inside of my thighs and pressed them open, spreading my legs wide.

“Buck!” I hissed, too turned on to really deny him, but not quite sure I was okay with being on such blatant display.

“Fuck, Baby. Look at your pretty pussy. So pink. So wet. I can fucking see it glistening on your lips,” he growled, his eyes riveted to my sex.

My body was on fire for him. But Buck didn’t seem inclined to move. I flexed my hips, trying to entice him closer.

He grunted. The only acknowledgement I was going to get, apparently.

“Tell me I can have you, Jan. Right now. Tell me yes,” he said, his laser like stare pinning me in place.

Who was I to deny him?

“Y-you can have me, David,” I whispered.

The second the words were out of my mouth I felt as if the air shifted. All the energy in the room seemed to change.

Like it was charged with something.

Lust.

Anticipation.

Desire.

Need.

Nervousness.

All of the above.

Then he pounced.

“David!” I cried out as he closed his mouth over my needy clit, sucking the tiny bud and making me arch right off the sofa.

I knew the first time I saw him it would be like this. I knew if we ever got together, it would be explosive.

Pleasure burst behind my eyelids like fireworks, and I came fast and hard against his seeking tongue.

Did I say explosive?

Holy fucking shit.

I was right. We were. I just didn’t expect to be this right.

Wowza.