EIGHT
HATTIE
“Turn around,” Casper says, one hand on his cock, the other still cupping the side of my face. “It might hurt, but I’ll make sure you’re comfortable.”
A shiver pebbles my skin. I should be cold, but instead I only feel the warmth coming from him. From his body, from the orgasm I’m still coming down from.
My eyes widen. “You want to do it…here?” I ask, breathless.
Casper chuckles under his breath, gaze flickering to the road. We’re still completely alone, though I don’t know how long that’ll last.
“Yeah,” he replies after a moment, eyes meeting mine again. “Right here, shortcake.”
This time when I shiver, it’s not from the cold—or the way his eyes darken. It’s from the thought of what might happen if we get caught out here…doing this.
Casper strokes his dick between us; I allow myself the chance to take him in. Veins line the length of his shaft, which bulge with each pump of his hand. I swallow, wetness growing between my legs.
The thought of being caught disappears from my mind when his lips brush mine. “We go at your pace, shortcake,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I shudder, desperate for another kiss. But he pulls back before I can get it.
Maybe I’m not just desperate for a kiss. Maybe I’m desperate for what it would feel like to be with Casper Sterling.
Chewing my lip, I turn and bare myself for him. Casper makes a sound in the back of his throat, one that goes right through me with how feral it sounds.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this,” he says, dragging the head of his cock through the folds of my pussy. He nudges my swollen clit, making me gasp from how tender it already feels. “Are you ready for me, Hattie?”
When he stops at my opening, I release a shaky breath. “Yes,” I say. “I’m ready.”
I’ve always been ready for Casper Sterling. But I had no idea he wanted me, too.
“Good.” With that, he pushes inside me slowly. I feel every inch of him as he stretches me around his girth. Casper groans, hands moving to my hips.
I bite down on the brief pain that comes with his invasion. It burns until he’s fully seated inside me, and it takes me a few moments of deep breaths to push through the pain to what feels like pleasure.
Casper’s thumbs draw soothing circles on my hips as he leans into me. “You doing okay there, shortcake?”
I feel my pussy clench around him from the change in angle. “Yes,” I gasp, eyes squeezing shut. “It feels…good now.”
He says nothing as he pulls away, cock sliding out of me. “I’m going to make sure this feels good for you. Trust me.”
I trust you, I reply internally as he starts stroking my insides with gentle, slow thrusts. His hips hit mine, pushing me intothe hood of the truck, but all I can feel is him. The touch of his fingers as they circle my waist to brush my clit sends shocks of pleasure through me, more than I thought possible.
I become a mess of sensations that are all entirely new to me, both physically and emotionally. In the back of my mind, I know Casper is talking me through it, his voice soft, but I’m lost to the feelings that arise.
The insecurities I had earlier are forgotten, leaving me trapped in the now.
And right now, Casper is fucking me into my second orgasm.
It builds much slower than the last time, but it flutters in my belly, the walls of my pussy clenching around him after each thrust in.
“That’s it,” he coos, movements becoming harder, voice tense. “I know you’re close. I want you to come on my cock. We’re going to come together, and you’re going to milk me of my cum like a good girl.”
I gasp when it strikes; his fingers work me over the edge, the swell of his cock as he joins me in the aftermath overwhelming. My orgasm explodes in a rush of wetness, a sound I don’t recognise falling from my lips. Even Casper cries out, my name heavy on his tongue as heat rushes through me from him.
I slump into the hood of the truck, chest heaving with panting breaths. Casper’s arms wind around me, providing me a level of comfort that makes my belly flutter in a different way.
He kisses the side of my throat before resting his head on my shoulder. “You doing okay, shortcake?” he asks, heart pounding against his back. I can’t actually tell if it’s his heartbeat I feel or my own. Maybe both.
