“Maybe asking you to talk more was a bad decision on my part,” I mumbled. It was almost impossible to resist him when he turned his sexy voice towards me. I should have realized that he would probably use it as a weapon once he found out how it turned me on. Still, I wasn’t completely under his spell yet.
“I think you need my voice between your legs. Don’t you, sunshine?” His hand lightly caressed my back, moving over my ass.
“Meh.” I was fighting him, and it was kind of fun, even though we both knew it was all a front.
“I bet you’re wet for me right now. I could part those creamy legs and feel how soaked you are.” His fingers moved down towards the junction of my legs. I knew he could immediately tell his words were true. I had gone from frustrated and embarrassed to turned on in seconds.
I groaned when he pulled back his fingers from where I was craving him. His hands gripped my waist and spun me around to face him.
“Need your lips.” My face softened, and when his mouth touched mine I truly caved. Hell if I was really going to turn him away right now. I knew our time was limited, so I was going to get as much as I could from him. Live in the moment.
His kiss consumed my mind, making me think of nothing but his lips on mine. Without warning, his fingers on my waist tightened, and he lifted me up, tossing me on the top bunk. I yelped in surprise, but then I saw that my sex was right in front of his face. Even though I was squished up against the back of the truck this way, I was not moving. This was exactly what I wanted.
“Best sight in all the U.S.,” he muttered, and his hands started moving up my legs, parting them, so he could situate himself between them. My bottom lip stung from how hard I was biting it. His eyes were zoned, and as his head lowered to an inch away from me, I wanted to cry out from the tease. I was hoping he was going to just dive in and go to town on me. He’d done it in the cabin, and needless to say, he was amazing. His wicked tongue made me feel addicted to the action with every flick. I had definitely been missing out.
“Say it,” he murmured against my clit, and the vibrations from the words made my toes curl. His hands guided my legs over his shoulders for support, and I felt like he was just about to give me what I wanted.
“Please.” I flexed my hips towards his mouth, trying to get friction, but he pulled back slightly.
“Not what I’m looking for, babe.” He came closer and rubbed his nose against me. This time my whole body shuddered in anticipation. Besides begging, the only thing he had wanted from me was to say his name.
“Killian.”
BINGO.
His teeth nipped at my clit, and then his fingers were pushing my panties to the side. When his lips met my sex with a hot kiss, I wanted to collapse under the feeling of pleasure that shot through me. Lick after lick, sucking on my clit, teeth scraping my sensitive flesh, it was driving me insane.
“Could stay here forever, sunshine.” A finger joined his lips, and I swore if my legs hadn’t been draped over his shoulders, I would have flown off the bunk. In and out his finger moved inside me, then he added another.
“Oh, right there,” I moaned, needing him to keep doing what he was doingright there. I was so close; I was greedy and I needed it.
“Please, Killian.” He was going slowly, and I was on the edge of an explosion.
His fingers left me to wrap around my legs and pull me off the bunk.
“Hold onto the bed.” I did as he said. My shoulders and arms were propped up for stability. I was about to whine for him to finish what he started, when the sound of his zipper going down echoed in the cab. I bit my lip as I felt the head of him against my entrance. Whimpers expressed my need for him, and then he was there, entering me slowly, and it was glorious.
“Never felt this good. Your pussy sucks me in like it can’t get enough.” I nodded; my pussy and my mind were on the same page. Both of us couldn’t get enough of the man thrusting between my legs. So much had changed in the last twenty-four hours, and I didn’t know how I was ever going to move on from it.
“I need it.” His lips touched my chest, and smothered my skin with hot kisses in search of my lips. Once they met, it was like a light to our fire. His pumps moved quicker, my fingers gripping the bunk for dear life. I was right there.
“Come on my cock, Livia. I want to feel you let go again on me.” That voice. A gift to the world and a curse upon my libido, making me covet every word.
“Fuck,” I cursed, feeling my whole body tense, ready to detonate. When his teeth nipped at my bottom lip and his fingernails dug into my ass, I couldn’t fight it anymore. I came so hard my arms dropped, and he held me up as the pleasure overtook my body.
“That’s right; my girl’s coming on my cock. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.” I cried out, hearing him say that. All of it. He groaned into my mouth as he came inside me.
His whole body shivered, and his kiss became one of adoration. I savored the feeling of him adoring me with his lips. Even the taste of my arousal on his lips didn’t stop me from enjoying this moment.
“Wow,” I said. Who would have though truck cabs could be so versatile for sex?
“Yeah, sunshine.” He pulled back and looked at me. That same serious stare he’d given me a few times. I wish I knew what he was thinking right now, with those stormy eyes directed at mine. So I asked him.
“What are you thinking?”
He didn’t answer but lifted me gently off his cock.
I wanted to push him further, but didn’t know if I should. Technically, we hadn’t talked about us at all. We’d just been fucking around, but I knew I was changing, and my feelings for him were growing. I was relying on him, and not just for pleasure and the chauffeuring. I was coming to rely on his words, his smiles. He made me feel safe, and as if I could do anything I wanted. He made me feel like I could fly. He grabbed one of the wipes from my pack and cleaned himself up, handing me one as well. I could feel his cum sliding down my leg, so I was quick to clean that up. We tossed our wipes in the trash and I grabbed a shirt and sweatpants to put on, feeling slightly exposed. He’d opened up to me some, but it felt like he was still holding himself back. We returned to our seats, and I was feeling awkward, so I pulled out my sketch book, pouring all my thoughts into my drawing of his hand on the wheel.
