His blue eyes widen a little, and he turns me so we are face to face. “You’re not?”
I shake my head. “No. I have no reason to be.” I swallow hard. “Not when I have you.”
A slow smile spreads across his lips as he tilts my chin between his fingertips. “You have me.”
Nodding, I rise on my tip-toes to kiss him. His hands cup my cheeks instantly, drawing me into him. My chest presses against his, my hands sliding around the nape of his neck and gripping tightly.
Thomas leans against the old truck. We never brought it back where it was originally parked, so it’s still in the makeshift driveway at the cottage next to the car we drove here. One of his hands glides down my body to my hips and squeezes at the flesh through my thin sundress. He yanks the fabric up, his warm skin meeting mine, sending a wave of goosebumps over me.
I giggle, pulling away from him. “Thomas, we can’t do this out in the open.”
“We can’t?” he questions, nuzzling into my neck. “The only one who can see us is Arson, and he’s seen worse at this point. Besides, he’s over by the swings, ignoring us.”
I groan, my core heating as Thomas slides his fingers under the waistband of my panties, migrating toward my already wet pussy. “Thomas,” I plead, my voice unrecognizable in my lust. How is it that I’ve only had sex the one time, and already my body craves his touch this intensely?
His finger slides between my slit, and my head falls forward, my forehead resting on his chest as the jolt of pleasure floods my senses. Fingers find my clit, circling and bringing me closer to a fast, heated orgasm. “That’s it, baby, how does it feel?” Thomas coaxes, his words tingling under my skin.
I cry out, breathing heavily, no words actually leaving my lips. My palms grip his broad shoulders, fingertips digging into his skin as I crest, my climax making my body shudder and pulse as he strums my clit like an instrument.
Thomas withdraws his fingers from my panties, and I miss his touch instantly. “I’m not done with you yet,” he practically growls. I drag my heavy head from his chest, glancing up at him warily.
“You’re not?” I ask.
“No,” he says adamantly. Letting me go, he steps awayfrom me, dropping the tailgate and grabbing one of the blankets out of the front seat where we left them last night.
Thomas lays one of the fluffy blankets out to cover the metal, and gestures to it. “Come here.” His voice is thick with lust and heat.
I take a step toward him, glancing at our surroundings to make sure Ron and Dottie haven’t appeared out of thin air, but it’s only us. Thomas pulls me into his embrace, kissing me deeply, before turning me to face the back of the truck. I’m pressed against him, my back to his front. His dick is pressed against my ass, hard as stone and ready. Thomas runs his hand up my belly, cupping my tits and squeezing. “Bend over,” he whispers in my ear.
“What?” I gasp, my brain not fully processing his words, too lost in the haze of his touch.
“Bend over.” His hand trails to the center of my back, pressing me down so I’m laid over the bed of the truck. My ass juts out on display for him, my feet on my very tip-toes as I try to find purchase on the ground.
I rest my arms out in front of me, gripping the blanket he laid out. My panties are pushed down my thighs, falling to the dirt below. Thomas’s hand glides over my ass cheeks, lifting my dress to reveal my bare pussy to him.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he groans. There’s a shuffling noise, then the fan of his warm breath on my slit. Goosebumps blaze over my skin in anticipation of more of his touch.
“Thomas,” I whimper, his name a plea. His tongue slides through my wetness in answer. Groaning, I rest my head forward onto my arm.
40
THOMAS
This girl. She’s opening up to me so well, and I couldn’t stand not having another taste of her, not for another minute.
I find her sensitive clit with my tongue, swirling around and flicking it the way I know she likes. Massaging her round ass with one hand, I adjust so I can slide one finger inside her. She gasps, her body jolting under my intrusion. Biting back the smile on my lips, I press deeper inside, hooking my finger the tiniest amount.
The sound that comes from her lips can only be described as a whining scream. The sound makes my cock throb harder in my pants. I use my free hand to squeeze it. Now is not the time to finish in my pants again. I’ve got plans that don’t include wiping cum from the inside of my jeans.
I add another finger to her tight cunt, desperate to give her as many orgasms as possible before filling her with my cock. Her core flutters around my fingers as she squeals. I don’t stop my movements, needing to feel her orgasm the moment it hits her. I move my hand from my cock and trailit up the outside of her thigh, squeezing her ass. One day, I’ll spank this perfect ass and make my mark on it.
Her entire body tenses, the climax hitting her intensely. “Fuck,” she cries, legs shaking.
My mouth carries her through her orgasm until she’s pushing back on my head, her fingers threading in my hair. I chuckle as I pull away, licking my lips. “Fuck, baby,” I groan, rocking back on my heels before standing. Her feet flatten on the dirt ground once more and she rises, leaning back into my chest.
Oh, she thinks we’re done. We’re not. I still need to fuck her, and hopefully give her one more orgasm.
I tilt my head down, and nipping at her neck, I murmur, “I think you’ve got one more in you.”
