Her hand slides down her belly before cupping her center. I watch her rub her palm over her mound, and my cock feels like granite against my stomach.
“Lie back on the steering wheel,” I say quietly. I rip her panties in one tear as her pussy comes more into view. Her eyes widen in shock as I throw them on the seat next to me. “Now slide two fingers in.” I see her throat move as she swallows before I focus on her hand. She lies back further, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her now…no more than I could live without air.
Her fingers sink in, and her head falls back in pleasure as she moves against her hand. I grip her thighs tight to keep myself from diving in as I watch her fuck herself. Her other hand squeezes and teases her breast while she works herself into a state of pure sexual need.
Her little sighs and moans have me biting down so hard that my jaw aches from the pressure. I don’t move, though. Not until I hear it.
She moves her hips up higher, trying to bring her release, but without my words or my touch, she’s struggling to get herself there.
“Jake…please. I need you,” she begs with a plea.
That’s all I need to hear to lift her hips and fill her deep in my next breath. Her pussy molds around me, and I fight to stay in control of my body. I could easily cum now, but I hold off because I want more…so much fucking more when it comes to her.
“Yes,” she rasps out as I stretch her to the max and bury myself so deep that there is no doubt she will feel me tomorrow.
“Is this what your pussy needed, little hummingbird?” I breathe out into her hair, holding her tight against me as I let her take over and ride me.
“Yes…God, yes,” she moans as her body takes what it needs.
Her breasts slide against me as a thin sheen of sweat breaks out on our bodies. Fingernails dig into my back as she holds on tight with each deep plunge onto my cock.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me until your sweet pussy gets what it needs.”
My words push her over the edge as I feel her body greedily squeeze me tight.
She cries out my name, and I grab her hips, slamming her down on me roughly as we shatter together.
“Fuck!” I loudly moan as my body pulses deep inside her. We both hungrily feed off one another, taking and giving every last sensation to be felt.
“Jesus Christ,” I pant against her neck as tremors wreck my body. “There’s no way in hell a condom would have held that. The whole damn thing would have burst wide open.”
She giggles against me, her head buried against my chest. “I hope I redeemed myself as the best road trip buddy in the whole wide world.”
“If road trips with you end like this, then I say instead of buying a house when we get married, we buy a goddamn RV and never look back.”
She lifts her head and meets my eyes. “That’s an awfully big promise you just made there.”
“Lucky for you, I never break my promises, especially to people I love. And you…I love you the most,” I grin, brushing her hair back over her shoulders.
“And I love you the most,” she says softly. “Thank you for coming with me today. It was easier having you there with me.”
“I’ll always be with you, Lyla. Nothing is ever going to change that.” I bring her close to my heart and hold her tight, knowing I’ll do whatever it takes to make it true.
CHAPTER THIRTY
LYLA
“That’s the last of them,” I say, loading up the back of the catering van. Clara peeks her head out from behind the racks and smiles at me.
“Thanks, dear. You nailed the desserts tonight. I had a lot of people asking me who made them.”
“I’ve been working on some new combination of flavors.” I feel my face heat up as memories surface. Jake has been helping me taste-test new recipes. More often than not, he ends up eating them off of me, inspiring me to come up with new ideas.
“Well, whatever you are doing, it’s working,” she grins. “There’s nothing like a good man in your life to get those creative juices flowing.” She wags her eyebrows at me, and I laugh.
He’s definitely got my juices flowing as images of him kneeling in front of me with the taste of cherry pie still on his lips enter my mind.
I shake myself out of the memory before I reveal too much on my face. Clara’s laugh tells me it’s too late.
