I tip my head toward the back of the truck, and she slowly exits the cab. I’ll go insane if I have to wait a single moment longer than necessary, so without hesitation, I wrap my arms under her ass and carry her to the back of the pickup.
She lets out a surprised giggle. “Somebody’s impatient.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I grit out as I pull the tailgate down. She watches me in amusement as I fumble with my belt. In too much of a hurry, my fingers have lost all dexterity. She takes pity on me and swats my hands away so that she can undo the bucklefor me.
“Condom?” she asks with a quirk of her brow. She unzips me and my cock twitches as her fingers brush over me.
Damn it all to hell.
I spin her around without answering and put a hand to the back of her neck and press down, pleased when she bends over exactly how I wanted her. I reach around her and palm her pussy.
“Wes?” She shivers when my other hand trails down her spine to the crease of her ass.
I hate myself for not being prepared for her. As much as I love flirting with her, I never imagined I would make it this far. Sawyer took me by surprise, and there’s no going back now. Wouldn’t want to if I could because watching her come in the cab of my pickup truck was the most fun I’ve had in ages.
“Don’t worry, Red. I promise I won’t fuck you without a condom. Not tonight, anyway. But I can’t wait another second to come.”
I’m a puddle of desire and longing when it comes to her. Eager and desperate.
“Oh, God.” She hisses a breath when I insert two fingers and stroke her slowly several times before pulling them out of her and cleaning them off with my tongue.
"Damn, you taste good."
I thrust my fingers into her again, gratified by how her arousal covers them. I slide them out and combine her wetness with the precum that's accumulating on my tip. Repeating the process before wrapping my hand around my dick.
"Do me a favor and take care of that pussy for me."
She whimpers, and I watch in fascination as her fingers move confidently to replace mine. I grip myself tighter and thrust into my fist. Mytip is right up against her ass, and she pushes back, grinding against me. I groan, already on the verge of coming.
I thread my fingers through her hair, keeping her bent over while I jerk myself off. “You look good bent over the bed of my pickup like this. I can imagine how pretty you’d look taking my dick, spread wide around my thick cock, dripping for me.”
Her fingers circle her clit fast and she rocks into me, just as needy as I feel. She wants to turn around. To touch me. But I don’t allow her up, adding some more pressure to the back of her neck while my hand fists my cock.
"Do you see what you do to me?" I ask, pumping myself furiously at the sight of her bent over, getting herself off right in front of me as the light of the moon casts a silvery glow over her pale skin. "You turn me into a fucking animal—so desperate to come, I can't even wait to get you inside."
"Fuck, Wes," she moans.
At the gratifying sound of my name on her lips, I tense and my cum spills over her lower back and on the crease of her ass. She follows on the tail end of my orgasm, my name on her lips as she trembles against me, her breaths shuddering out of her in quick rasps.
I want to experience every inch of her. Every touch. Every taste.But somehow I didn't even make it into the house.
“Jesus, Sawyer. You drive me absolutely crazy.”
She laughs and as I come down from the high of my orgasm, the night filters in around me. The autumn wind bites at my bare skin and Sawyer shivers against me.
“Let’s get you inside, Red. You’re gonna get cold out here with nothing but your shirt on.”
A Whole New Walk of Shame
Sawyer
Wes walks me to my door while I carry my jeans in one hand and my boots in the other, the cold biting at my toes along with the gravel from my driveway. I’m still reeling from the orgasms, and my legs shake on the way to my porch like a newborn fawn. All I’m wearing is my flannel shirt and Wes’ cum.
This is a whole new walk of shame, but I’m still feeling pretty shameless about what just happened.
The only one who can see me now is Dixie. She looks at me from the porch, her tail thumping twice as she glances between the two of us as if to say, “Really? This guy?”
I giveher a quick scratch behind her ears, and Wes clicks his tongue, pulling her attention from me. She gives him a toothy canine grin, and he kneels down to her level, crooning to her in a sweet voice that has me melting all over again.
