I smack my hand onto her leg, relishing her gasp of pleasure, and tug it toward me, opening her wide. At some point, her scent diffused into the inside of the truck, overwhelming me in the best way.
My hand covers her, and she begins grinding into me. Her arousal is the hottest fucking thing.
“So fucking hot,” I heave. “Tell me what you need from me.”
“You,” she pants. “Inside me.”
I drive two more blocks, reaching for my wallet and tossing it at her. “Condom.”
A dark lot is up ahead. I hear her tear the foil packet.Then, against the rules, she leans over for a long, sloppy suck before rolling the condom on. I make a sharp right turn, put the car in park, and unbuckle both our seatbelts. Then my hands are on her hips, lifting and dragging her. I hold her over me just long enough to look into those drugged, needy eyes. Then I impale her. We both make tortured sounds of relief.
My hands rise to the top of her dress, and I tug, exposing her perfect tits to me. I cover one hard nipple with my mouth as I pinch the other. My free hand kneads her ass. Anywhere I can touch her, kiss her, I do. I’m a man starved.
She grinds against me, making sweet whimpering sounds that inflate my ego. After I’ve given both breasts their due attention, I lick my way up her sternum, suck on her throat, bite the curve of her neck. She fills my truck with gasps and moans, whimpers and sobs.
“Come for me,” she says.
The words alone almost make me spill, but I can’t. Not until she’s come first.
“You,” I huff.
She shakes her head. “Not going to happen. Angle’s all wrong.”
I lift her off me, and she gasps a protest.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I growl as I turn her around so she’s facing forward on my lap. I guide my cock into her again.
This time, her moan is guttural. It’s the same sound she makes when I hit the right spot. My eyes roll to the back of my head, she feels even better this way.
I force myself to focus. “Is this it?”
“Ye-esss,” she moans, head falling against my shoulder.
Nipping at her neck, I bring my hand around to find her clit, rubbing her breast with my other hand.
“You gonna—”fuck, her walls quiver around me, and I nearly black out. “You gonna come?” I wrench the words out.
She makes an incoherent sound as she grabs my forearm. I grit my teeth and keep a steady rhythm.
Her thighs begin to shake. A sound from deep inside her chest rises. I stay with her, stroking her, coaxing the orgasm out of her. She slaps the top of the truck, body arching. Then her walls clamp around me in shuddering convulsions. Her cry of pleasure is loud as she comes undone in my arms, giving me permission to take what I need.
I work her harder and faster from below, holding her firm in my arms. It only takes a few more pumps before I’m undone, my seizing breaths hot against her bare shoulder as she slumps against me.
My movements slow, and we sit like this, sweaty and heaving for several moments. Then I reach into the door pocket, where I keep some wipes. I draw myself out and shift her to sit sideways on my lap. Even with a condom, wetness glistens on her thighs.
“You don’t have to,” she says.
I look into her eyes. “I want to, Brie. This is part of it for me.”
She doesn’t protest after that. When I’ve taken care of her, I pull her closer, holding her tight, wishing this moment would last forever. This, the physical part, is easy, we’re so good together. But I want her to understand she can open herself up to me. I love her independence and stubbornness, but I want to be the person she can be vulnerable with, too. Trust.
I give her a final kiss and reach across the cab for her panties. As they catch the moonlight, we both freeze.
“What in the Bob Ross . . .”
Her laugh is muffled as she hides her face in my neck. “I—didn’t—know.” She can’t speak for laughing. I take the time to look at the sky blue panties covered in Bob Ross’s face. On the crotch, the sides, both butt cheeks. Everywhere, Bob Ross smiles back at me.
After she’s collected herself, she says, “I didn’t know tonight would end up like this. I would’ve worn something sexier.”
