“Not yet. I ate right before we left,” I reminded him. “And you didn’t answer my question.” I clasped my free hand to my chest and gave a theatrical gasp that would have made Julie proud. “Are youkidnappingme?”
Beside me, Chuck snorted. “How do you know you weren’t already kidnapped when you were brought here?” he countered with a smug grin. “Maybe I’m taking you back now that I’m done having my way with you.”
“Really?” I quirked a brow and tugged my hand free from his to run it up his thigh, lightly squeezing the bulge I encountered, grinning when it hardened under my touch. “Because it doesn’tfeellike you’re done using me to fulfill your carnal urges,” I teased lightly.
My grin widened when Chuck growled under his breath and spread his thighs slightly, giving me more room to play with him. “So, where are we really going?” I pressed him with another squeeze, “And more importantly, are you going to fuck me when we get there? I already missed out on cold pizza this morning.”
Instead of answering, Chuck growled again and cranked the wheel of the SUV, steering off the pavement and onto a barely-there dirt road. We bounced along in silence for a couple hundred feet before reaching the tree line.
Biting back a laugh when with another jerk of the wheel, Chuck pulled to a stop in the relative privacy of a small thicket of young trees, I glanced around in faux confusion. “Are we there already?”
Jumping out of the SUV, Chuck flung my door open and released my seatbelt, dragging me out and shoving me face first over the hood of the car.
“Ouch!” I jerked back, taking him by surprise and nearly knocking us both to the ground. “Hot!”
“Huh?” Chuck shook his head. “And you want to stop?”
Staring over my shoulder at his befuddled expression, it took a minute for my brain to catch up and then all I could do was lean against Chuck’s strong body for balance as I laughed.
“Notsexyhot,” I managed to get out between chuckles. “Temperature hot, like hot metal.”
I could tell the instant that Chuck got my meaning, his eyes widened and he grabbed for my hands, gently turning them over to inspect them.
“Shit, I’m so sorry!” He stroked lightly over my slightly reddened skin, concern flooding his face. “Are you okay? I think there’s some burn ointment in the first aid kit.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” I assured him, slipping my hands free to wrap my arms around his waist and pressing flush against his body. “Wanna to tell me what you had in mind when you pulled over?” I pressed a light kiss to his chest, nipping lightly at his neck. “Other than third degree burns?”
I felt some of the tension leave Chuck’s body as he gave a small laugh.
“Well, Iwasgoing to fuck you over the hood of the car,” he murmured in my ear, “but I clearly failed to take proper safety protocols into consideration.”
“Yeah?” I twitched my eyebrows suggestively and smirked up into his face before craning my neck to see past him. “How about we compromise?”
Chuck schooled his face into a serious and contemplative look. “What do you propose?”
Pulling away, I sauntered over to lean against a large sycamore tree. “Do we need anything other than a solid surface?”
Chuck’s lips stretched into a wolfish smile as he stalked toward me, pulling a condom from his pocket on the way. “I think we can make that work.” He twirled a finger in the air. “Turn around.”
Excitement built in my gut as I held my position. “Make me.”
One handed, Chuck grabbed me by my left wrist and spun me in a circle, waiting for me to catch myself with my hands before pressing me against the rough bark. Kicking my feet apart, he stepped up against my back. “If you insist,” he growled in my ear, grinding his erection against my ass.
I couldn’t hold back a whimper as I pressed back against him, my breathing speeding up at the contact. “Oh, fuck, yes!”
Chuck seemed to grow extra hands as he pulled his dick out, dragged my jeans and underwear down to my ankles, trapped my legs, all while suiting up to rise to the occasion. When he started stroking over my entrance, I groaned and shoved back, trying to catch his finger. “I’m ready,” I huffed when he eased just out of my reach. “Just fuck me already!”
“Don’t want to hurt you,” Chuck murmured in my ear, reaching around to tease me with a single firm stroke.
“You won’t,” I gasped, ready to beg already. “It’s only been a few hours. I’m still good.”
When Chuck hesitated, I thought he was going to argue with me, but instead he drove inside me in a single cleaving stroke, the sudden pressure tearing a shout from my throat.
Chuck froze. “Too much?”
“No,” I moaned and reached back with one hand, desperate to drag him closer, to feel him deeper. “More!”
That must’ve been the magic word because after a single, tiny adjustment of our bodies, Chuck drove back into me, each thrust driving my dick through the tight, slick fist he held me in as he railed me like a beast possessed.
