“Yes. It’s fine.” The alcohol is doing some work to distract from the pain. “Keep going.”
I catch his lips again, shoving my hands under his shirt. He unbuttons my shirt and tears it off, punching the back of the driver’s seat in his haste. The move traps my shirt and arms behind my back and I laugh at the way this is going. But the will is strong, even if the flesh is failing us just a little, and we carry on.
Beau sees the humor in the present scenario as well and chuckles, but he focuses on wrestling the rest of my shirt off. He unclasps my bra and shoves the cups down, replacing the cups with his mouth.
“Oh, shit,” I moan.
“What, did I hit something?” His hands start running up and down my body to find any sign of injury, his voice growly from the whiskey and passion.
“No. I just realized we have to get these skintight leggings off in this tiny space.”
He spanks my ass. From his position it doesn’t have much strength, but I still feel the effects of it.
“Woman, are you doubting me?” he growls.
“I don’t know. Are you gonna spank me again?” I shouldn’t be surprised by now at the hints of caveman I see from Beau when we fuck, but they always make me happy. Like a surprise that I forget about every time since he’s such a laid-back Dr. Jekyll during the day and then the lights go off and I get to fuck a sexy Mr. Hyde.
He does spank me again and then twists with me on his lap so my back is on the seat, seat belt buckle digging into my back, with Beau on top of me. My legs are wrapped around his waist, and I have no idea where his are in the tiny space.
He peels off my underwear and leggings, only grunting occasionally as he jerks my legs around in the small space to make the task easier, my laughter probably not helping so much. He gets them off and I lean up so I can tear the bra off the rest of the way. It lands somewhere in the front of the truck.
Fully naked, I rub against a fully clothed Beau. Getting wetter, I almost come from feeling my bare skin rub against the fabric of his clothes in the cramped confines of the truck, from how scandalous it all is. But then I remember how much better it feels when he’s naked.
In that vein, my fingers scramble to undo the buttons on his shirt. I get that off with little drama or comedy, but when I get to his pants, I look up at him, lost. There’s no way I can get these off in the space allotted to me.
Beau realizes the issue and shimmies, with whispered curses, until he disrobes himself. At the last second, he grabs his pants and fishes out a condom, which he puts on without me having to ask. There’s the gentleman again, never too far away.
Beau slides his now naked body onto mine, his taut muscles making mine contract when they brush me. My body reacts like this touch is a surprise, just like the first time, but also anticipates the feelings like a favorite treat. It’s very confusing for me, the reaction he elicits.
Beau does some more maneuvering and I feel the tip of his penis enter me. He shallowly thrusts a few times and then he stops and starts cursing, a common occurrence in this particular sex location.
“What?”
“I can’t get further.”
I can’t help laughing at the situation we’re in. Naked and so close to heaven but with one more obstacle in the way.
Beau thrusts in with my movement, and groans. “Woman, are you laughing at me while I’m inside you?”
“Barely inside me,” I say before I can stop myself. Then immediately regret it. Men don’t usually like it when you mock them mid-coitus.
Before I can apologize, his eyes narrow, and he growls at me. “Gauntlet. Thrown.”
“Oh, shit.” But I’m not worried; I’m excited.
He grabs me by the hips and pulls me further under him. I barely feel the seat belt dragging across my back because of the sensations he’s causing at my front. After another few readjustments on his end, he pushes in deep.
Oh, god yes.
He reaches down to play with my clit, and I get wetter, pulling him in deeper. Once he’s all the way in, he starts thrusting in earnest, and I take over rubbing my clit. I turn my face into the seat when I come, making sure the car muffles my moan. Beau keeps thrusting a few more times and then he comes too.
He collapses on top of me and then shifts next to me when I squeak. But since we’re not in a king size bed, or even a twin-size bed, he falls off the seat and lands on the floorboard on his side.
I laugh again. Nothing went right, but we both came, and it was a lot of fun. I couldn’t ask for more.
Beau moans and grabs his lower back where it hit the central console. He doesn’t look as amused at the events of the night. I roll over to my side, hand tucked under my head, naked, skin sticking to the seat, while I watch him try to stretch in the cramped space.
“No post-coital snuggling?” I ask, still whispering.
