Linc bunched his hoodie I was wearing in his fist and lifted it over my chest until my naked breasts were on display. His hot mouth came over my nipple, and he flicked his tongue against the tip. My head rolled back. A whimper stumbled out of my mouth.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, fisting my bikini bottoms and yanking them to the side. His eyes dilated at the sight, and a mouthwatering moan left him when he pressed his thumb against my clit. “Damn, was multiple orgasms not enough for you?” The sudden intensity of sensations flashed through me, and I bounced up, knocking my head against the roof of the cabin.
Linc gripped the back of my head, returning my gaze to his. My messy bun came undone. Brown strands fell around my face, and he swept them to the side. “Are you fucked up again?”
There was nothing between my pussy and his pants. Every slow grind was a sort of friction that lit little climaxes. “Harlow? Are you fucked up?”
I pulled my knees up to silence him and soak him with the view. My pussy rubbed the stiff cotton, and the touch was exhilarating.
Linc bit his lip ring. “Fuck,” he moaned, jerking his hips forward to match my rhythm. “Answer me, Lo,”
He’d said something, I thought.Are you fucked up?“Not as much as I’d like to be.”
He stopped, held up a hand between us, and flipped me the bird. I took his hand and slid his middle finger into my mouth. Linc’s expression broke apart.
Maybe I was fucked up, but I liked it. For the time being, I liked not having a brain to think with and being just a body Linc could play with. I liked that he could abandon me, and it wouldn’t hurt.
Linc took his soaked middle finger and swiped it through my slit until it pumped inside me. His eyes dunked in arousal at the feel of my walls tugging on his finger.
It was hot inside the cabin of the truck, sweat dripping down the vein popped in his neck. I tilted his head to the side, licking the bead of sweat rolling down his flesh until our mouths crashed. He added another finger and swept his tongue against mine in a frenzy.
The heat created a fog that clung to us and the windows. Linc continued to stroke and repeatedly thrust, fulfilling me and kneading my clit with his thumb until my pussy tripped into an orgasm.
My jaw fell open against his lips, and he wrapped an arm around my back and shoved his fingers in deep and hooked and stroked through the spasms. I cried out, and he slammed his mouth against mine to swallow it.
Linc only slowed when my climax exploded onto his hand.
My sweaty cheek rested against his, and he kissed my temple.
“I made a promise not to hit you up in the morning, and you’re making it very hard for me right now,” he said painfully in my ear.
My thighs trembled on each side of him in the aftermath. He looked at me for a long moment, sweat trickling down his hairline, skin flushed, eyes wild, and thoughts too loud. At this moment, our hearts felt exposed and paper-thin.
12
#safesex
HARLOW SAINT JAMES
I’d never neededa round two with the same person this soon before—or ever. I only pulled away to free his erection. Linc sank all five fingers into my hips. My pussy lips hugged his veiny cock, sliding and grinding and driving us both into a madness we couldn’t claw away from.
Linc’s elbow dug into the armrest, and his jaw clenched when he looked at me. “A condom,” he murmured, chest held mid-breath as his muscles jerked under his inked skin. My pussy slid over his cock again, and his head rolled back. “A fucking condom, Harlow. Check the glove box.”
I leaned to the side and opened it, blindly reaching my hand in to search for one. “I don’t think there is one.”
“Check your bag.”
“I don’t carry condoms. I don’t have sex like you think I do, Linc.”
“Shut up.” Linc’s arm came around me, and he pulled me into his chest to check the glove box for himself. “Are you messing with me right now?” He fell back into the seat and pushed a palm into his forehead with a wide stare. “You get me all hard on the side of the road expecting what exactly?”
“It’s okay,” I said, my pussy coming down on his cock again but not entering.
Linc’s hands came over my hips to stop me. “It’s not okay,” he pushed me away, “you don’t get it. I can’t without a condom.”
“We’ll be careful.”
“I’m Catholic.”
