(To join the party where it starts, read part one here.)

With no one around, we checked the hothouse door. Unlocked.

Opening it, he led me in. Some 60-feet long and maybe 12 feet wide, the greenhouse seemed enormous inside. And so aromatic.

It turned out the owners sold organic herbs professionally, and we were in the rosemary section. The air was rich and sweet, damp and clean, filled with the savoury scent of herbs. Not long after that, I discovered the rumoured aphrodisiac qualities possessed by rosemary. And to that I can attest.

I breathed in a rewarding mouthful as I surveyed the scene, and suddenly heard a click. Before I could even turn, I knew he had locked the door. I felt his teeth sinking into my neck, chewing softly, as his hands found the waistband of my jeans. He slipped a finger inside the band and traced it around my belly until he enountered the button.

“I’m undressing you.”

“Mm. Looks that way…”

Damien began prying at the button with just his right hand, his left intently massaging my breast as he continued nibbling my neck. Being so distracted, he was fumbling badly on the button. So I slid my hand over his and guided it down between my legs. I heard him mumble faintly against my neck as he conceded and began massaging my clit firmly but gently.

I undid the button myself, then guided his hand inside, under my panties. Clearly turned on when he discovered my assistance, he pressed hard against my back and I could feel his pleasure throbbing hard against me. His head hung over my shoulder as he kissed the bottom of my neck, softly nibbling and sucking as he tenderly fingered me.

I reached a hand behind me, to fondle his hard cock, and he gasped when I firmly grasped him, teasing his balls. Moaning needfully, he carefully spun me around and helped me onto the counter.

“I wanna devour you,” he whispered in my ear.

“And I’m stopping you how?”

He whimpered playfully, smirking, then forcefully edged my legs apart and ran his hands up my inner thighs until he reached the open fly. Kissing me, he began tugging my denims down.

I shifted my weight backwards, onto my hands, raising my ass slightly in the air. The jeans descended effortlessly and were left hanging around my swaying, suspended cherry Docs.

He gulped, moaned slightly, kissed me hard on the lips and manhandled my breasts while I tackled his jeans. Popping them open, I finally saw the evidence of what I was doing to him. His large penis was taut and erect, trapped under his cotton boxers.

I clutched his cock firmly with one hand, and with the other, tugged the boxers out of the way, guiding his dick to freedom. Then, with both hands together in a baseball-bat grip, began to stroke him with long, hard, slow strokes, beginning with a powerful grasp at the shaft and maintaining the grip to the tip, the ridge of which I massaged with my thumb as I continued to stroke his shaft forcefully, occasionally jerking my hands against each other to change up the sensations.

Effectively, too. He groaned louder now and began to counter-thrust against my strokes.

With one hand, I raised his shirt and began gnawing on his hoop-pierced nipple. I slipped the hand back to his cock, gripping it even harder. With the rumbling groans coming from him, it was obvious he was the sensitive-nipples type, which always gets me hotter. I attacked him voraciously, still stroking with dedication.

He growled ferociously and I could feel him nearing climax as he pulsed and throbbed almost uncontrollably, his body getting tenser and tenser, his ass clenching tighter with every thrust’n’rub’n’tug.

Clearly on the verge of coming, his breath shuddering violently, he suddenly reached out and grabbed my forearms, pinning them behind me as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. Gasping, I was overwhelmed by his kiss and his penis pushing hard against my sopping panties.

He stopped kissing me, breathing hard, and whispered gruffly, “Mm… okay. My turn. No more until we take care of you.”

With both his hands around my ass, he scooted me out closer to the edge of the table. He undid my shirt and was removing my bra when he reached out to wipe a circle into the steam-streaked glass. He peered through. “Mm,” he grinned, noticing no one in sight, and traced a finger over my lips, dipping it into my mouth to run it along the edge of my teeth as I sucked and nibbled the digit.

“Mm. No. You can do that later… much later,” he whispered, removing his finger and letting the hand slip to one nipple, which he toyed with as he nibbled on the other. With his free hand, he was fingering my wetness. Slipping and sliding up and down between my lips, darting ever so slightly in and out of my cunt, establishing no rhythm but keeping my entire vaginal region on high alert. It was a continually unexpected tease, one I sat back and enjoyed, moaning softly throughout.

This continued for a couple minutes before he traced his lips up my neck, still finger-toying me, and whispered, “Now you’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

I groaned, “Now? I was ready then… ”

“Good. Just making sure…”

Instead of entering me as I’d thought he would, he descended, licking and sucking his way down until he burrowed his face between my legs.

I gasped and squealed, taken by surprise by the strength of his sudden sucking on my clit, but more aroused than I’d been since J. worked me over many months before. I groaned for mercy but did nothing to try to obtain any. Ignoring my feeble protestations, he nibbled and sucked as two fingers slid in and out of me, thrusting harder every time he reentered.

I was moaning, my hands around the back of his neck, stroking his skin and toying with an earlobe as he consumed me, when I suddenly noticed flashlights crossing the lawn.

“Oh, fuck,” I whined. “Go back inside, people. Not now, for fuck’s sake…” I groaned, as I clutched the hair at the bottom of Damien’s neck and resentfully tugged him gently away from my twat.

He glanced up, saw the party folk on the lawn but noticed that they weren’t moving towards us anymore. He thought about it for a second, then looked at me.

“Watch them,” he said simply. “This’ll only take a minute.”

I shuddered with a strange mix of delight and disappointment at his certainty, almost praying he was overestimating himself, as he buried himself back into me, thrusting harder and faster with his big fingers as he mercilessly chewed, licked, and sucked me.