See No Evil

When we get to the secluded gazebo, I scratch at my throat, hoping the lump in it will miraculously disappear. Deep down, I know the fucker will only go away once Stone opens that beautiful mouth of hers and tells me she likes what I’ve done with the place. It took me all afternoon to make my small corner of the world look presentable for our date. With colorful cushions spread out on the lawn, and comfy blankets, I tried as best I could to make it comfortable and cozy. The first time we were here, I only had two sweaty gym towels for us to lie down on. This time around, I made sure to go all out and make this place look and feel somewhat romantic. Even got scented candles and shit.

“You’ve been busy,” she marvels, taking in the scenery.

“I wanted tonight to be perfect,” I confess, hugging her from behind, placing my chin on the top of her head. “So, did I do good, brat?”

She turns around in my embrace, her emerald eyes shining with an u

“You did good, pretty boy,” she whispers huskily, batting her dark eyelashes at me, making my chest tighten and my cock harden.

I’m about to go all in and kiss her senseless when she lightly pushes me away to stroll around the small lawn and investigate further what else I’ve done with the place. Without her watching, I discreetly maneuver my stiff cock to make him behave. We have all night for him to call the shots, so he can be patient. At this moment, all I want is to enjoy Stone in any way she’ll let me.

My eyes never leave her as she walks slowly over the decorated lawn. When I hear a little laugh fall from her lips, I know she’s found the cooler. She picks up the bottles of Jose and Jack, looking amusedly at them, lifting them up to her head and swinging them in my direction.

“Couldn’t do all this and not have your plan A in mind, now could I?” I joke, taking a seat and leaning open-armed against one of the larger cushions. “Had to make sure you’d have a good time one way or another.”

She places the bottle of whiskey back in its original place and begins to stroll over to me with her beloved tequila in hand.

“There’s some limes and salt there, too,” I add before she takes a further step.

“You have thought about everything, haven’t you? I have to say, I’m impressed, quarterback,” she teases, going back to get the small Tupperware of sliced lime wedges and salt shaker. “If memory serves me right, you said you were bad at this dating thing,” she adds, walking back over to me, her hips swaying left and right.

Instead of the banter she’s looking for, I just shrug in reply. I mean, what can I possibly tell her? That she’s the only woman who has ever made me want to do this type of thing? That I wracked my brain for hours on end last night, thinking of ways to bring a smile to her face? Nah! No way can I tell her that. Stone spooks easily, and after almost a week of not being around her, I’m not going to shoot myself in the foot by telling her the truth—that I’d do just about anything for the tattooed, fearless Southie.

Unsuspecting of the insanity rummaging through my brain, Stone toes off her boots, hikes her dress up to her hips, and sits cross-legged beside me, cracking the seal on the bottle, creating a nostalgic sense of déjà vu around us.

“Are we going to play another one of your games? If it ends the same way it did last time, I’m all for it,” I taunt with a wicked smirk.

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“If I’m going to spill any of those, I’ll need a good incentive.”

“Oh, yeah? And what type of incentive are we talking about?”

“Get your sweet ass on my lap, and I’ll show you.”

She rolls her eyes at me but follows my command, straddling me like I’ve envisioned in my dreams every night now for almost a month.

“Much better,” I groan, placing my hands on her hips, pressing her down on my hard length.

“You’re such a horny asshole,” she teases with a whimsical giggle.

“No, I’m not. I just needed to be close to you. If I’m about to tell you all my deepest, darkest secrets, then I want to get lost in your eyes while doing it,” I confess, blurting out my first hidden truth.

“I like your eyes, too,” she cajoles, her fingers playing with my hair as she looks deep into my crystal blue eyes.

“I more than like yours, Stone.”

I fucking live for seeing my reflection in them as if it were meant to always be there.

A faint, red flush colors Stone’s cheeks, and when things start getting intense, she picks up the bottle of tequila and swings it in between us.

“You ready for it, pretty boy?”

“Hit me.”

Stone picks up a lime wedge, sticking it between her teeth while sprinkling her knuckle with a line of salt. She lets me lick the line off before pressing the ring of the bottle to my lips, spilling a bit of the sour liquid over my tongue. When she pulls the bottle away, she leans forward to push the lime wedge inside my mouth for me to suck on. I grasp the back of her head and kiss her, thinking that, as long as I keep her lips gently pressed against my own, the bitter taste of the citrus feels like heaven.

“Do you like this game so far?” she taunts, feeling my shaft bulging up against her.

“What do you think?”

She looks down at my crotch, the pull of her upper lip teasing me, and replies, “I think you like playing with me just fine.”

“I think you’re right,” I taunt back, lifting my hips so her swollen clit can feel just how much I enjoy her little games.

I go to grab the tequila bottle from her, ready to make her suffer in the same way, when she hides the bottle behind her back.

“Not yet. I haven’t heard a secret yet,” she explains mischievously.

“So it’s like that, huh? Fine. What do you want to know?”

“Tell me something no one knows about you. Not even your closest friends. And geeking out over astronomy doesn’t count. I already know that one.”

I grunt as I slap her behind, eliciting a little, excited ‘humph’ to fall from her lips.

“Always the brat.”

“Come on now, quarterback. Don’t get shy on me.”

Secrets.

She wants my secrets.

Shit. Which one do I pick? There are so many of those fuckers, sometimes even I lose track.

“Tick-tock,” she goads, shifting up and down my crotch, increasing my misery.

“Okay. Here it goes. Last summer, I lied to everyone. My family. My friends. Everyone,” I admit, to which she pauses her dry humping, sensing the seriousness of my tone.

I let out a long exaggerated breath, and lean my head forward against the small swell of her breasts.

“What did you lie about, Fi

“They all think I spent the summer with scouts from the Miami Dolphins, training with the team and whatnot, preparing me to go Pro next year. But it’s bullshit. Instead, I went to Florida Tech and did their summer Astronomy program. It’s one of the best schools for it on the East Coast, and since it’s just a few miles away from NASA and the Ke