I found the button of his jeans, worked it open with clumsy, eager fingers, then tugged the zipper down. The sound seemedobscenely loud in the quiet cab. Briggs sucked in a sharp breath, his hips lifting just enough to give me room.
When my hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, skin finally met skin, and I froze for a heartbeat. He was…so much more than I’d imagined.
Hot. Thick. Velvet-smooth over iron. The head was slick already, and when I brushed my thumb over it experimentally, a low, guttural sound tore from his throat. I felt him pulse against my palm, alive and hungry, and something wild and liquid unfurled low in my belly.
I’d never touched a man like this before. Never felt the weight of him, the way he jumped under the lightest graze of my fingertips. It was fascinating. Intimidating. Intoxicating.
“Fuck, Elsa,” Briggs rasped. The truck swerved slightly. “I can’t—Jesus, I can’t drive with your hand on me like that.”
He yanked the wheel hard to the right. Gravel crunched under the tires as he pulled off onto a narrow turnout, the truck shuddering to a stop. The engine kept running, headlights slicing through the dark pines, but the world outside felt miles away.
Before I could second-guess myself, I unbuckled my seatbelt. Briggs was already shoving his seat back as far as it would go. I climbed over the console, awkward and desperate, until I was half in his lap.
He helped me tug his jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh. When his cock sprang free—thick and flushed and curving slightly upward—my eyes widened.
He was huge. Not porn-star ridiculous, but big enough that a flicker of nerves danced through the heat pooling between my legs. Big enough that I understood, suddenly, why some women talked about this like it was a challenge.
Briggs watched my face, his chest rising and falling hard. “Still sure?” he asked, his voice gravel-rough.
I nodded, swallowing. “Very.”
My hands went to his shoulders for balance as I leaned down. His palm settled between my shoulder blades, warm and steady through my coat. I wrapped my fingers around the base of him and took the head into my mouth.
He cursed under his breath, hips jerking once before he locked them down. The taste of him hit my tongue—salt and heat and something uniquely male. I swirled experimentally, learning the shape of him with my lips, the way the ridge beneath the head felt against my tongue. When I sucked lightly, his hand tightened on my back.
“Fuck—sweetheart, you’re killing me.” His fingers dug into the fabric of my coat, frustrated. “This damn coat,” he growled. “Take it off. Take everything off. Jeans, panties—come here.”
I pulled back just long enough to obey. The coat hit the floorboard. Boots kicked off. Jeans and underwear peeled off in one frantic motion. The cold air kissed my bare skin, but I was burning too hot to care.
He helped me climb over to his seat, where I straddled him, knees braced on either side of his hips. I closed my eyes as the thick head of his cock nudged against my slick folds. I rocked once, instinctively, and we both moaned at the contact.
“I’m on birth control,” I whispered against his mouth. “And I’m clean. I just… I want you inside me.”
Briggs groaned, hands clamping my hips. But instead of lifting me onto him, he shoved my T-shirt up under my arms, dragging my bra with it. Cool air hit my breasts, and my nipples tightened instantly.
Then his mouth was there—hot, wet, perfect. He licked one stiff peak in a slow, deliberate circle, then sucked it deep. Pleasure arrowed straight to my core. I arched, fingers tangling in his hair.
He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same ruthless attention while his free hand slid between us. When his thumb found my clit—swollen, slippery, aching—I cried out.
He circled slowly at first, then faster, firmer, matching the rhythm of his tongue on my breast. Heat coiled tighter and tighter inside me—a pleasure like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
My thighs shook. My breath came in sharp, desperate pants. “Briggs—oh god?—”
“Let go,” he murmured against my nipple. “I’ve got you.”
The coil snapped. Pleasure crashed through me in white-hot waves, my whole body seizing as I came on his hand, shuddering and gasping his name. He kept the pressure steady, drawing it out until I was trembling, boneless, clinging to his shoulders.
When the aftershocks finally eased, I opened my eyes and looked down at him. His eyelids were heavy, jaw clenched, expression so raw that it stole what little breath I had left. I smiled—slow, shaky, stupidly happy.
Then I reached between us, wrapped my hand around his aching cock, and guided the head to my entrance.
I felt him throb against me, felt the slick heat of us kiss, and whispered, “Now.”
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BRIGGS
The moment the blunt head of my cock notched against her entrance, everything in me went still.
