Her brow went up. “You don’t say.” She shifted closer. “What’s the price?”
“A kiss.”
Her eyes dipped to my mouth, and I held myself still as her pretty pink tongue toured her top lip before her teeth captured her lower one. The move was so sexy I had to fist my hand where it rested on the seatback behind her to keep from wrapping her in my arms and taking what I desperately wanted.
“I think I can afford that.”
Leaning in, she brushed her pretty lips over mine. Her hand came up to hold my jaw as she nibbled first at my lower lip then at my upper one. Remaining still and letting her lead tested my self-control to the breaking point, but I didn’t want to do anything to stop her hot, sweet explorations. When she slid her tongue along the seam of my mouth, I gave in and kissed her back, tasting lemons, alcohol, and something so temptingly feminine it had my cock weeping inside my jeans.
My hand found its way to the back of her neck beneath the silk of her purple and chestnut-colored hair while I rested my other hand on the smooth skin of her thigh. The moans deep in her throat told me she liked the way I tangled my tongue with hers. God only knew I couldn’t get enough of her hot mouth.
Without breaking the kiss, she climbed right up and straddled my lap, rubbing her sweet center along the fly of my jeans. Beneath her jacket, I ran my hands over the satin of her top, my fingertips memorizing the perfect curve of her back and—to my delight—discovering the absence of a bra.
Her kisses grew hotter, more urgent, as she skimmed her hands over my shoulders and dug her nails into my biceps. Tight nipples teased my palms as I cupped her full breasts, plumping and teasing her perfect little palmfuls until she arched into my touch. With an impatient sigh, she shrugged out of her jacket. Her eyes glittered in the muted light slanting through the back window of my truck, and she dove in for another round of blow-the-top-off-my-head kisses.
At last I tore my mouth from hers to lick and kiss my way down the column of her throat. The rocking of her hips over my lap was driving me right out of my mind in the best way as I pushed her camisole up to expose her pretty tits. When I latched onto one, sucking her into my mouth and giving no quarter with my tongue on her hard nipple, she cried out.
“Wyatt! Oh, that feels so good.”
She plowed her hands into my hair and alternately tugged me away and pushed me closer. Grinning against her skin, I kissed my way across her chest to give her other breast some love, and the tempo of her rocking hips and the rubbing of her center along my length crescendoed into something I needed to relieve.
I popped off her nipple and gathered some air. “My other tats are south of my waistband.” Grinning, I teased, “If you’re still interested in checking them out.”
Her eyes dancing, she slid back on my lap enough to go to work on my fly. “Oh, I’m interested.”
Lifting the two of us off the seat enough for me to lower my boxers and jeans, I enjoyed the hitch in her breath when my cock sprang free of my clothes.
As though she couldn’t help herself, she reached for me with both hands, taking my length and cupping my balls at the same time. I sucked air through my teeth and gritted out, “Careful, babe. After all the dry-humping that’s gone on here, I might need a minute.”
Her eyes found mine again. “You’re such a big man. Honestly, you probably should terrify me.” She palmed me and gave me a little squeeze that had me seeing stars. “But I’m more turned on right now than I’ve ever been in my life.”
Hearing those words come from the hottest woman I’d ever met had me believing I could take on an entire O-line all by myself. Sliding my hands beneath her leather skirt, I wrapped them around her lace-covered ass and squeezed. “That makes two of us.”
I slid my thumbs beneath the elastic of her panties and tugged them down. Piper took the hint and, with a little giggle and some gymnastics, slipped them off over her boots. Snagging them from her, I stuffed them in the front pocket of my jeans and laughed at the way her eyes saucered. Then I snagged a condom from the pocket behind the driver’s seat of my ride and held it out to her.
“This being your show and all, you want to do the honors?”
With a sexy grin, she tore open the foil packet and smoothed it down my length. Holding me where she wanted me, she took her sweet time lowering herself over me, wrapping her incredibly tight heat around me. It was all I could do not to surge up, take more, and fill her to overflowing.
Instead, I squeezed her hips and let her ride me, taking me deep on the downstrokes and gripping me hard with her pussy on the upstrokes. In seconds, it seemed, I was seeing stars as I ground my back teeth together and held onto my control by a single thin thread.
Her pretty tits bounced in front of me, and I took advantage, leaning forward to suck and tease a dusky bud. With a tiny cry, she arched into me and increased her rhythms. Abandoning her hips, I squeezed her breasts together, alternating kisses, suckles, and nips between her hard nipples and loving the way she responded to my touch. When she reached the pinnacle of her rhythms, I returned my hands to her hips and held her steady as I pounded up into her, giving both of us what we needed.
“Wyatt,” she whispered wide-eyed at the same time as she clamped down hard on my cock.
The orgasm barreled down my spine like a freight train, and with one more deep thrust, I grunted my release even as the world tipped a little catawampus, and a kaleidoscope of green and violet stars flashed behind my closed eyelids. Blood roared in my ears. As I slowly floated back down from heaven, I gradually clocked the soft sighs and moans coming from Piper while the aftershocks rippled over and through us.
Sliding my hands up over her skirt bunched at her waist, I danced my fingertips along her spine. I tangled my fingers in the silky strands of her hair and wrapped my other arm around her, pulling her sweet rack against the planes of my chest where I rained little kisses over the swells of her breasts before turning my attention to the column of her throat. Nibbling along her jaw, I relished the way she squirmed and settled down farther on my dick, as though she wanted to spend the night right where she was.
The idea was fine with me.
Capturing her plump lips with mine, I tasted and teased her mouth, kissing and kissing and kissing her because, honestly, I couldn’t get enough of her sweetness. Lucky for me, she wasn’t idle either. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she flattened her chest to mine, returning my kisses with hot, deep ones of her own. My cock twitched inside her, and I was pretty sure we were going a second round before she slid off my lap.
When at last we both needed a rest, she tugged her camisole over her gorgeous breasts, shimmied her skirt down over her ass, and landed with a bit of a plop on the seat beside me. We’d fogged up every window of my ride, leaving only the soft glow of the streetlight in the middle of the parking lot to illuminate the interior of the cab. It was enough for me to see the mischief and something else—something deeper—glittering in her violet eyes.
“About those tats, Wyatt—”
A grin twitched over my lips as I half-twisted on the seat to show her the Wildcats logo I’d had inked in the hollow inside my left hipbone.
