I moan into him as I start to grind against his leg, like a feral animal. Fuck strategy. Fuck investigation. I just…wantthis.
He answers by hiking me up around him, grinding his hips against me. I feel the outline of his cock, thick and hard through his denim.
I arch into him, desperate for more.
He wraps his arms around my ass and carries me deeper into the shadows of the parking lot, balancing me as he pops the tailgate of his truck. He shoves the bed cover back, and then sets me down.
He pops the button on my jeans with one hand, and then pulls. He shoves them down, along with my underwear, and the rush of cold air makes me hiss.
“You’re a fucking tease, Jenna,” Calvin groans, as he forces my legs apart, my body shivering against him as he dips, gripping my thighs and pulling my pussy right to his mouth.
I gasp and dig my nails into his shoulder. He growls in response, before his tongue swipes across my clit. It’s the first time someone has touched me in years.
And Ifeelthe weight of that.
I squeeze my eyes shut and fight to hold back the tears, even as pleasure rolls through my system.I don’t do this. I don’t do one-night stands. Or parking lot fucks. This is how you get hurt.This isn’t smart.
“Relax,” Calvin’s voice cuts through the noise, his grip tightening on my thighs. He kisses my pussy, a strangely gentle gesture given the situation. Somehow, it calms my nerves, and I relax, his mouth going back to work.
I thread my fingers through his hair, and hold him against me, grinding myself against his face. His groans into me, as I become a panting mess, my back arched and my eyes clamped shut.
“Come on, Jenna,” he murmurs into me. “Soak my face.”
“Oh fuck.” His words cause me tense around him, my legs shaking just as much from my muscles clenching as the cold. My head slams against the metal truck bed, just as my entire body releases and I see stars.
I come hard, and as the waves of pleasure roll through me, Calvin laps up every single ounce I give him.
And as he leans away and my eyes flutter open, he frees himself swiftly—belt undone, zipper down, cock out and hard. There’s nothing pretty about this. No slow unwrapping, no fucking buildup. He pulls my leg up against his shoulder, lines up, and pushes all his thick cock inside.
I gasp, the stretch fast and fucking punishing.
But still, I take it, scraping my nails against the metal of the truck bed.
He drives into me, not bothering to check on me. It feels like the truck rocks with the force of it, but I think it’s all in my head. My whimpers shift to moans, and as those icy, cruel eyes hold mine, he clamps his hand around my throat.
I respond by digging my heels into him, trying to pull him deeper.
“You little fucking slut,” he growls. “This isexactlywhat you wanted.”
“You, too,” I pant, just as he squeezes off my airway enough that my vision curls at the edges. The loss of it causes me to focus on the way he’s filling me, and the sound of our bodies.
I know, somewhere in my stupid brain, that anyone could walk past and see this. That Ian could regain consciousness and watch the whole show. That every security camera for a hundred yards might be catching it, live.
And I do not care.
And it’s at that moment, Calvin leans over and bites down on my shoulder, the pain so sharp it draws me closer to the edge. I wrap my legs around him and clutch his head to my chest.
“Jenna,” he groans, the word muffled.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, voice breaking as I start to sweat.
His thrusts become desperate, his moans intensifying.
And I let that take me, the rush building from the base of my spine and exploding outwards. I come a second time with a fucking violence that borders on terrifying, muscles locking around him, with his hand clamped over my mouth as I let out a scream.
He follows a second later, shuddering, pumping into me, hands clenched so tight on my hips that I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow.
But before he can collapse on me, the reality hits me.
