30 Days (18 page)

24

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hat I really needed was a grapefruit.

When I'd convinced Harrison that we needed a break from our sex marathon to go to the store, I knew he wasn't keen. Getting cleaned up was necessary, as was making our way into the local convenience store where the prices were anything but. When I told him that he didn't need to come in with me, he smiled and turned up the music in the car to wait.

That gave me the opportunity I needed to find the one thing I wanted to use to cross off one of the sex cards.

A grapefruit.

There'd been this link that the girls had sent around work. It was so non-HR friendly that there were a lot of hush-hush conversations about it, only showing people on a smartphone once they'd promised not to say a word. It was that kind of epic.

In it was a woman demonstrating how to give a blow job using a grapefruit. She was a pro and yet came across a bit like your aunt who was giving you sex advice without your parents knowing. She showed me and every other woman in my office how to do this with confidence, and I knew that someday, I'd have to try it. The noises that came out of her mouth as she slid and slipped the fruit over a dildo were obscene. And one hundred percent arousing.

I had to do that to Harrison.

The clerk gave me an odd look when I put down the case of beer, a package of wet wipes, and the grapefruit in front of him. I simply smiled, happy in my knowledge of what I was going to do with everything and not caring what he thought about it in the least. I paid for my items and practically skipped out of the store.

“That didn't take you long.” Harrison turned the music down once I got in. “Whatcha get?”

“It's a surprise.”

The beer bottles clanked together when I hit the bag with my feet. “Beer. You're an awesome lady.”

“I know.”

“I noticed there was a park on our way into town. Want to stop for a bit?”

He was being all subtle about it, but having sex in a park was one of the things on the list. There was no reason why I couldn't do my thing and give him the added bonus of a little public display. “That sounds great.”

“I don't know if I like that smug tone of yours.” He patted my thigh as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“You will.”

When we got there it turned out that it was actually more of a boat launch than a park, though there was enough green space that I forgave the mix-up. There was a car parked off on the far side, closest to the water, but that appeared to be it. We were alone.

“Oh perfect!” I jumped out of the car, taking the bag with me. “Come on.”

I didn't wait for him, making my way over to a grassy area by a tree. If anyone were to come by, we'd hear and see them before they'd see us. That would give us the reaction time necessary to cover ourselves and make sure we didn't get arrested for indecency or anything. “Harrison, grab some napkins.”

My dad had always taught me to carry a pocketknife in my purse. You never knew when you'd have to break into your car, fix a lock, or whatever unforeseeable adventures he assumed I'd have. For this particular misadventure, I needed it to cut the ends off the grapefruit and core it. Not an easy task given my tools, but totally doable.

“I think you're doing that wrong.” He dropped the napkins beside me and laid out a blanket. “Come sit over here. It's more comfortable.”

“Will do as soon as I finish this.” I wiped my hands with the damp wipes, grinning as I did. “Oh can you also take your pants off? Underwear too.”

That particular look on his face was way beyond adorable. He kept shooting me strange looks even as he undid his pants. I love a man who can be both confused and still go along for the ride.

Seeing his bare legs in the bright sunlight made me appreciate him as though he were a brand new person. The hair on his legs was far thicker than I'd noticed before. The muscles were far more visible as well. They were thick and well formed, running the entire length of him from feet to ass. I'd touched and been touched by his body, but even that hadn't made me appreciate the whole package.

“You are one sexy man.” I lifted the grapefruit up for him to see. “Are you going to ask?”

“What day?” He smiled even as he stretched out on the blanket.

“I think this will count for Days Twenty-one and Twenty-eight.” I paused to consider. “We could also throw in Day Fifteen if you want?”

“Sex with food, sex in the park and . . . role-playing?”

“Good memory, Mr. Kemp.” I got up onto my knees and smiled at him sweetly. “Oh sir, I have gone and found all the things you wanted. What shall I do with them now?” I'd failed drama class in high school. My teacher had actually begged me to never take another lesson and focus on business courses. My performing hadn't improved over the years.

The smile on Harrison's face fell away. Gone was the man who'd looked bewildered a moment ago, and in his place was a man who looked cold as ice. “You took too long.”

Shit, he was actually pretty good. The whole hard-ass routine was a total turn-on. “I'm sorry, sir. Can I get you a beverage?”

“Quickly.”

I put the grapefruit down and went for the beer, using my pocketknife to pop the top free. “Here you are.”

“You expect me to touch that after you have with those disgusting fingers.”

I was actually getting nervous. Dammit, he was right. “No, sir. Of course not.”

“You'd better not. Now, get over here and give me my drink.”

I wasn't entirely sure what to do until he lifted up on his forearms and opened his mouth. I pressed the bottle opening to his mouth and carefully tipped it up until he swallowed down several gulps. “Acceptable.”

“Thank you, sir.” It was only a bit of role-play, but his praise felt good. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“Something to eat.” His gaze drifted down to the pool of juice that had leaked onto the blanket. “Rather, I want you to eat me. Get down there and suck my cock.”

Jesus H. Christ.
My body shook as I maneuvered myself between his legs. The sun shone through the leaves of the tree above and was hot against my back. Even through the blanket the ground was cold on my knees. The contrast confused my body and put me on edge. I was horny, scared of being caught, and confused as to why Harrison acting like an asshole turned me on.

There'd be time to question that later. First, I had a blow job to give.

“Sir, if I may, I'd like to try something. To give you more pleasure.”

He didn't answer immediately. Cocking his head to the side, he dipped his chin toward me. “Seeing your breasts would give me pleasure. Take off your shirt.”

That was easy enough to comply with. I took off my shirt and bra and set them in a smaller pile beside his stuff.

“Good. Now, you may try your thing. If I don't like it, there will be consequences.” With that, he stretched back, his hands laced behind his head. “Begin.”

Okay. Right. Beginning this thing. Here we go.

I took the grapefruit, eyeing the opening I'd made when I'd removed the core. The width of the hole wasn't quite big enough to accommodate his girth, so I stuck my thumbs in and pried it apart enough that I thought it would be comfortable for him. Positioning it at his erect cockhead, I carefully slid it down the length of his shaft.

“Fuck!” He bucked his hips up as I went.

I had to use my free hand to push him back down to the blanket. “Am I harming you, sir?”

“No,” he said through gritted teeth. “Continue.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn't want the acid to get into a cut—”

“If you stop, I will tan your hide, wench.” There was a sparkle in his eyes and his lips threatened to break into a smile.

So my crazy idea was working. Thank you Internet blow-job lady.

I used the fruit to masturbate him for a few strokes. It took me a few minutes to get the hang of things. This wasn't like the video, the woman far more experienced at using a dildo. No, this was Harrison and me and the last thing I wanted was for an injury to happen and have to explain this to an emergency room doctor somewhere.

But the more I worked the fruit over his shaft, the more the juice began to flow. His skin shone in the sunlight, the smell of male arousal, grass, and grapefruit surrounded me. I couldn't resist any longer. I leaned in and on the next downstroke, took his cock into my mouth.

Harrison's legs shook as his muscles tightened. I moaned, remembering the sounds on the video, wanting to make this as visceral an experience as I could for both of us. Then I upped the pace. Faster I stroked the fruit up and down his cock, while I swallowed down both the juice and his secretions.

“It's like your pussy and your mouth at the same time.” He spoke the words to the sky, but I heard them deep in my body. “Holy fuck.”

I kept going, knowing that he didn't need a response. The fruit had softened from my grip, allowing me to play with the rind more. Using both hands, I changed the shape of it, flattening it out from side to side like one of those paper cootie catchers I made as a kid.

“Alyssa—” He moaned loudly. “Gonna make me come.”

It didn't matter that my own orgasm wasn't currently on the agenda. In hardly any time, I'd pushed him to the limit of his release. I'd reduced him to a quivering mass out in public where anyone could see. I stroked him harder and faster, wanting to push him over the edge. It only took another minute before he cried out. His screams echoed across the water, bouncing off the trees that lined the lake. Come and juice mixed together and filled my mouth. I swallowed it all down, savoring the uniqueness of the taste.

“Stop. Stop, please.” His hands were on my head shoving at me to pull back.

I released him with a pop. “That's a first for me. I've never used fruit or had a guy beg me to stop.” Carefully, I pulled the grapefruit off and tossed it aside. “You okay?”

Harrison had thrown his arm across his eyes as he took giant, bellowing breaths. “I'm dead.”

“Oh that's fantastic.” I grabbed a napkin to wipe my mouth. “I've never killed anyone before either.”

“You're a menace to all men. You could be a serial killer. Look at my poor dick.” He flicked his softening shaft with his fingers.

“Death by blow job. I somehow don't think I'd have too many people report me.”

He chuckled. “No. I think you'd be safe. You'd probably have a lineup.”

I stretched out beside him, taking a moment to run my sticky fingers across his belly. “You're a mess.”

While he'd reacted exactly the way I'd wanted, it wasn't enough. God, I was becoming a greedy sex fiend. I moved my fingers lower, teasing his pubic hair. I didn't think he had any more in him, but the longer I caressed his groin, careful to avoid his shaft, his cock started showing signs of life. Of course, now that I knew a repeat performance was possible, I was totally going to take advantage.

“Here, let me redeem myself and clean you up.”

There was something soothing about using the wet wipes on his skin, rubbing and cleaning the juice from his body. His hair squeaked as I rubbed and scrubbed it. His cock was starting to grow hard. It would be easy to pull my shorts and panties off and ride him here in the fresh air. I was so horny I'd probably come within a minute.

It was an idea.

“You don't happen to have a condom on you?” I traced a line up his hardened shaft.

“You really are trying to kill me.” His smile was shadowed by his arm still across his face. “I think I have some in the car.”

“Ah yes. Day Nineteen.” I scratched his balls. “That would be four in one go.”

“We seem to be tearing through these cards of yours at a fast pace.”

“Would you rather not? Want to save it?” I didn't want him to see my disappointment, but I really did suck at hiding things.

“Hell no. I'm just still recovering. Give me a minute.”

I wrapped my fingers around his cock. “You seem pretty recovered to me.”

He grabbed my wrist to stop me from stroking him. “The condom is in the center console. Go grab it and get your ass into the backseat. I'll be there in a second.”

Okay, so I might have squealed before I threw on my shirt and raced to the car. I was horny! You couldn't blame a girl for getting excited at the prospect of some hot sex in the back of a car. I tried not to look back at Harrison to see what he was doing, but it was really hard. The box of condoms was exactly where he told me it was. I took a strip out and left the others where they were. If things continued to go my way, I would need them again later. I then opened the back door and stretched out on the backseat.

In the movies they make car sex seem hot and easy. There's steam and panting, with hands and feet pressing suggestively against the window. It normally happens at night and occasionally involves a psychotic killer or possibly a werewolf. At least in the movies I've seen. The one thing they forget to mention are the little things—like seat belts. The buckle clips were strategically placed to annoy. One was pressed into my side while—in my enthusiasm to assume the position—I bashed my ear against another one.

I was rubbing at my ear when Harrison came ambling up the hill with our stuff gathered up in the blanket. He tossed it in the trunk before coming around to join me. “You okay?”

“Buckle mishap.” I held the condoms out for him.

“Anxious.”

“Horny.”

“I love a woman who knows what she wants.” He bit on the edge of the condom foil, holding it between his teeth while he pulled off my shorts and panties.