“Come, babe. I need you to come,” he rasped.
Then he rubbed the pad of his thumb over my clit, and a kaleidoscope of green stars exploded behind my eyes as the most intense orgasm of my life shuddered through every cell in my body. He lost control then, slamming up into me, prolonging my pleasure as he emptied himself inside me.
As the waves of our climax subsided, nothing but the sound of our panting breath filled the interior of the truck. Wyatt’s arms encircled me, holding me close as I buried my face in that perfect spot between his neck and shoulder. A tiny hum of satisfaction echoed through me as I settled into him, my core pulsing aftershocks around him.
“Mmm... If you don’t stop doing that, we’re going to have round two pretty damn quick,” he said into my ear.
“And that would be a problem why, again?” I murmured into his skin.
“No problem. I was only making sure it’s what you want.” He shifted beneath me, giving me a clue about his readiness for round two even though we’d barely come down from round one.
My lips stretched into a grin against his body. “You’re kind of addicting when you’re mostly naked.”
Leaning hard into the back cushion so he could catch my eye, he said, “You should see me when I’m completely naked.” Ducking his head in a playful way, he added, “Preferably stretched out on a bed.”
“Your beast of a truck has plenty of room for shenanigans.” Pushing up off him, I angled to the side, careful not to sit on my discarded clothes.
Before he could anticipate my next move, I tugged the condom off him, tied it off, and held it up. Grabbing it from me, Wyatt leaned over the front seat and dropped it into the trash bag hanging from the ash tray. Taking advantage, I ran my hand over his ass and reveled at the way he sucked in a breath between his teeth when I touched him. When he sat back down, I slid onto the floor, kneeling between his legs, my gaze zeroed in on his thickening length.
“Piper.” Clearing his throat, he tried again. “Piper, you don’t have to—Fuuuck.”
I took the tip of his cock in my mouth and tickled it with the tip of my tongue while I palmed his balls. Licking and kissing him, I measured his shaft, humming my delight when he buried his hands in my hair. When I opened and swallowed as much of him as I could, incoherent curses spilled from his lips and he tightened his fingers in my hair. But he let me lead.
Never had I enjoyed pleasuring Charlie this way—probably because he was selfish and took over, leaving my throat raw and my body unsatisfied, treating the act as something I owed him. Wyatt let me take my time exploring him, enjoying him. Though he held my head and tightened his fingers in my hair, his actions were of a man doing his best to keep himself under control, to let me have my way. Lifting my gaze to his face, I noted his clenched teeth, the cords of his powerful neck straining against his skin, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. His response to me only intensified my fun, and I hummed along his shaft as I stroked him with my mouth. Only then did he surge up into me.
“Piper! Oh, shit, Piper!” He gripped my shoulders, urging me back up onto his lap. Magically, another condom appeared in his hand, and he wasted no time suiting up.
“Climb up here—backward.”
Shooting him a sassy grin, I did as he commanded, straddling his lap with my ass against his front. Without fanfare—or any real warning—he found my center and surged up deep inside me.
“After what you just did, I’m afraid this is probably going to be a two-minute drill, so I’m apologizing now.” He pistoned his body inside me, the friction too perfect for words. “But I promise I’ll make you come.”
I had no idea who rode who, but when he pushed the pad of his finger down hard on my clit right as he buried himself to his balls inside me, my body exploded in a climax so powerful that if he hadn’t wrapped his other arm around my waist, I might have rocketed through the roof of his ride. As we came down together, I leaned back against his chest and lifted my hands to his head to finger and fluff his long, wavy hair. Taking advantage of my openness, he idly traced his fingers up and down the center of my belly with one hand while he plumped and played with my breast with the other.
A little chuckle escaped me. “Two-minute drill, huh? You’re pretty into the game if you’re using football references during sex.”
“It’s usually a put-down.”
“Not today.” For emphasis I tightened my inner muscles around him. “As quickies go, that was incredible.”
He tweaked my nipple as laughter rumbled through his chest. “Do you have any idea of how damn much fun you are, Piper?”
Even as the chill November air ghosted over my rapidly cooling skin, his compliment warmed me. I couldn’t remember ever being called fun. His words gave me all the feels—which was dangerous.
“Guess you’re rubbing off on me.”
“Or rubbing off in you.”
I turned my head on his shoulder enough to shoot him a side-eye. Once again laughter rumbled through him, and that warmed me too.Damnit.
Time to go.
If he was disappointed with the alacrity with which I got dressed, he kept it to himself. After we were fully clothed, he walked me out to the street in front of Stromboli’s where I’d parked my car. Only then did he say anything.
Rubbing his hand over the back of his neck, he shot me a sheepish little grin. “We’ve hooked up twice, now, Piper. And it was glorious both times.” Clearing his throat, he added, “You even said you came looking for me tonight.” He gave me puppy-dog eyes from beneath his brows. “If you gave me your number, I could text you and tell you where to find me next time.”
“Or I can show up here”—I nodded in the direction of the bar—“on any Saturday after a game.”
