The Last One(84)

I sat up and peeled off my top and then reached behind my back to unhook the purple bra. Sam leaned back to watch me, his eyes hooded.

Sitting in just my skirt, I paused to let him take me in. Slowly, I brought my hands to my breasts, lifting and squeezing them. I ran my fingers over my nipples, still damp from Sam’s mouth. Pinching them, I whispered his name. “I can still feel you here. Mmmmm.”

“You’re killing me.” His voice was husky. “Take off your skirt now.”

“This?” I picked up the cloth that covered my legs. “I think I can do that.” I rose onto my knees, unbuttoned the waistband of the long cotton skirt and let it fall in a pool of material on the quilts. When Sam saw the string and lace that passed for my underwear, I thought his eyes might roll back in his head.

Holding his gaze, I slipped one hand between my legs, first touching myself over the lace and then pulling the underwear aside. Sam’s mouth dropped open, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. I wriggled the panties down to my knees, but before I could get them completely off, he had me on my back.

“I’ll finish this.” I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I trusted him to do it well. He slipped the underwear over my feet and tossed the panties over his shoulder.

“Sam!” I giggled. “I think you threw them into the trees.”

He shrugged as he crawled over me. “I did. And when I find them someday, I know I’ll get hard, just remembering how goddamn sexy you look, lying here naked and wet, ready for me.”

As if to make his point, he reached his hand between my legs and parted my folds with one finger. I let my knees drop to the side and arched my neck, moaning. Sam brought his mouth to my sex and circled the small bundle of nerves that craved his attention, adding more pressure with each swipe. He teased my entrance without slipping his fingers within, driving me into a frenzy of need as he brought his lips to my ear.

“Come for me now, babe. I want to make you come so many times, you can’t move. Do it now.”

He twisted his hand so that his thumb covered my clit while he finally plunged two fingers inside me. Shrieking, I bucked against his hand as pleasure burst through me, spiraling upwards, and my body pulsed around his fingers. Before I could begin to recover, Sam replaced his fingers with his mouth, but there was nothing gentle here. He speared his tongue into me, over and over, and then moved up to suck on my sensitive nub, his lips relentless. His tongue stiffened to lick me, and my body moved without my control, clutching at his hair and crying out again as another climax, more powerful than the first, gripped me.

My chest was heaving as my breath came in short pants. “God, Sam.” I fisted his shirt in my hand and pulled him up to me. “You’re wearing way too many clothes. Get rid of them.”

“Your wish.” He pulled off his shirt, and before it hit the truck bed, I had my mouth on his skin. If this was the last time I was going to be able to enjoy him, I was going to make every second count. I paused only long enough to let him shuck off his jeans.

In the moonlight, he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. His skin gleamed beneath the sprinkling of soft hair on his chest, the line tapering down to his stiff cock. His legs were roped with strong muscles from years of hard farm work, and his eyes were filled with hunger.

I wanted it all, and I wanted it now.





MEGHAN’S EYES WERE LIQUID green as she stared at me. She was soft and pliant after coming twice, but I could almost feel her desire growing again. Her hand closed on my cock, stroking up and down. She squeezed the head, and I moaned, my control slipping away with every movement of her fingers.

And when she took me into her mouth, my vision tunneled.

She watched me watching her as she lowered her lips around the shaft, taking me inch by inch until I hit the back of her throat. Her tongue circled, and then she sucked hard as she withdrew. Her eyes never left my face, and my entire world shrunk to her mouth on my skin.

“I’m not going to last long with you doing that.”

“Mmmhmmm.” The vibration of her voice added a new dimension to Meghan’s brand of delectable torture. She lifted her mouth and stroked me with her fingers. “Why is that? Because it feels good?”

A groan was all I could manage. “You have no idea.”

“Does it make you crazy? Because that’s what I want. I want this to be the only thing you can think about. I want this to be why you live and breathe.” She brought her mouth to my cock again and moving faster, pumped her mouth up and down. “I want every part of you to burn for me. Only me.”

“I do. I am.” I dug my fingers into her thick hair. “And now I want to be inside you.”