"You like that?" Grant asked, doing it again.
"Yes—God, yes?—"
His hands slid down to her jeans, and Riley lifted her hips to help him. The logistics were awkward—the console in the way,not enough space—but they fumbled through it together until her jeans were off, his following, and then there was nothing between them but want.
Grant's hands slid up her thighs, and Riley shivered.
"You're shaking," he said softly. “Are you cold, baby?”
She shook her head. " I love when you call me that. I want you so much," Riley admitted. "I can't—I need?—"
"What do you need?"
"You. I want your thick, hard cock to slide inside me. Right. Now." She bit her bottom lip sheepishly, but Grant’s expression changed.
Grant fumbled for his wallet, his hands less steady than usual, and Riley helped him with the condom, both of them breathing hard.
And then she was positioning herself over him, her hand guiding him, and sinking down with a gasp that punched the air from both their lungs.
Riley stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the feel of him, and Grant's hands gripped her hips hard as if he was trying to restrain himself.
"Is this okay?" he managed.
"Perfect." Riley started to move, slow at first, finding her rhythm. "You feel so good."
"Riley—"
She picked up the pace, her hands braced on his shoulders, chasing the pleasure building inside her. Every time she moved, Grant's hands guided her hips, helped her find the angle that made them both gasp.
"God, you feel so good inside me," Riley heard herself say, the words spilling out before she could stop them. "I've been wanting this all day." She raised her arms up, bracing herself on the roof of the truck, pushing down on him.
Grant's hips bucked beneath her and he reached up to caress her breasts again, driving her wild. "Riley—" He licked at her nipple again, and she started to go harder. Faster.
"I couldn't concentrate at the party," she continued, feeling bold, feeling free. She was getting close and every time he touched her at the same time he was thrusting into her, she got closer. "All I wanted was you. This. The feel of you inside me. Your mouth on me. Your hands…"
"Fuck," Grant groaned, and Riley loved the way he was looking at her—like she was everything, like he couldn't get enough.
"You like when I talk to you?" she asked, rolling her hips deliberately.
"Yes—God, yes?—"
"I've been wet for you all night," Riley breathed, and watched his eyes go dark. "Thinking about your lips on me. Your hands all over me. You…filling me up… Like this."
Grant's control seemed to snap. His hands tightened on her hips, guiding her faster, his own hips thrusting up to meet her harder, and Riley lost herself in the rhythm, in the heat, in the way they fit together.
“I love your dirty mouth, Riley. Talk to me. Tell me what you want.” Grant was panting and Riley could see he was trying not to lose control. It made her feel powerful and sexy.
“Watch me ride you, Grant. See what you do to me? Can you feel how wet I am for you?” Grant groaned beneath her, and his reaction just wound her up that much more. “I want to make you come, Grant…”
The windows fogged. The truck creaked. Riley didn't care about anything except this—Grant beneath her, inside her, the pleasure building higher and tighter with every movement.
"Fuck, Riley. Touch yourself," Grant said roughly. "I need to see you."
Riley's hand slid between them, her fingers finding her clit, and the added sensation made her gasp. She was so close, so desperate for release.
"That's it," Grant groaned, watching her. "God, you're so beautiful like this. Take what you want from me, baby."
"Grant—I'm so close—" She was. Riley was trying to hold out, but letting herself go, it was making the sex so much better, which she hadn’t thought possible.
