As soon as we step outside, the quiet of the night hits us. Jocko walks over to the cooler, opens it, and asks, “Do you drink beer?”
I stop and look at him. The question is simple, but it shouts ‘you know nothing about each other!’ I sigh, “Yes, I drink beer.”
“Good.” He pulls two bottles out, opens them, and walks over to stand in front of me. He stares into my eyes. I wish I knew what he's thinking, but I’m clueless. I don’t know anything about men, and even less about this man. He grins as he offers me a beer.
I sigh and take it. But what I do know is, he isn’t the asshole I thought he was. He's a good guy. Actually, he's more than a good guy. He's a hero. He proved it today.
He clinks our bottles. “Here’s to a successful day.”
“I'll drink to that.” I take a big swig wanting to calm my nerves and my emotions that are all over the damn place.
“Hungry? I’m starving.” He hands his beer to me to hold, strolls over to the table, gets a plate, fills it full of a little of everything, and walks back to me.
“My God, are you going to eat all that?”
He chuckles. “Weare going to eat all this. What will you have?”
I try to hand his beer back, but he refuses it. “Pick.”
“The cheese sticks look good.”
He grins, “Good choice. Easy finger food.” He picks it up and holds it out for me to bite.
My heart flip flops. So much for hanging out as two ‘friends’ sharing a beer, getting to know each other. He's making the moment intimate. He's going to feed me. Of course, he is. Lovers feed each other finger food, and he's been thinking of us in that way for the last six years. My clit thumps her happiness.
He towers over me, smirking. “Open that beautiful mouth of yours. I’m going to fill it.”
Gawd, the man oozes sex appeal! My pussy floods itself. I look away, getting my head in the game, then I look up at him from under my lashes, lick my lips, and open my mouth, waiting for him to insert it.
His eyes hood as his sexy grin spreads across those delicious sculpted lips. Then he slowly inserts the cheese stick inside my mouth.
As soon as my tongue tastes it, my mouth waters and the look on his face changes to need. My breath vanishes with the sensualness of his expression, and my skin flushes.
“Your tongue's very wet, Juicy.”
I gently bite down on the cheese stick, not wanting to chomp it in two. That would be … cruel.
He whispers, “Easy now.”
Stopping midway through, my drool pooling, he pulls the stub away, stretching the melted middle between us. All the while, that fucking grin teases me as his dreamy eyes mesmerize mine, hinting at the foreplay to come.
Without breaking eye contact, he sets the plate on the handrail and closes the gap between us. My nipples harden, elongating, desiring his touch. When he lifts his end of the cheese stick, forcing my head all the way back, the hard tips brush his pecs, and the thrill that shoots through me makes my knees weak.
“Open wider, Babe.” He hums, and neither of us are thinking about the cheese stick.
Gawd, this man!Willingly, I do as I’m told. Remembering the girth of his boner, I open my mouth wider, and he lowers the string in. By the time his fingers reach my lips, my panties are soaked through again, and my clit is demanding, I take care of her soon. I stick my tongue out and lick the stub from between his fingers.
“Hhhhhh,” escapes his throat in the sexiest moan I've ever heard. He hovers, watching my mouth working the food, then he whispers. “You're so damn delicious.”
My eyes twinkle as I chew, enjoying the power I have over him at the moment. When I swallow, he says, “You and I are going to have a lot of fun together, Juicy.” Then he pecks my mouth. The little kiss is extremely satisfying in its promise that later we'll indulge ourselves, but also in that he's committed to us. My heart melts, and I’m content for the moment.
He reaches for the plate, picks it up, and says, “pick for me.”
I take another swig on my beer, then examine the goodies. “Men love bacon, so the bacon-wrapped thingie.”
He grins. “Men do love bacon.” He leans over the plate and maneuvers it with his lips and tongue into his mouth.
I smirk, “You're making that look damn, delicious, Mr. Malone.”
