Her words hit harder than I expected, simple but full of meaning. I haven’t mentioned winning the competition and her having to let down her walls. Except she’s doing just that. Letting me behind the wall and relishing in the space where only we occupy it. Something fragile and real.
Without a word, she lies back on the sprayed truck bed that’s never been used. Her hair fans out like silk against the polyurethane, gazing at the stars with an open expression that almost hurts to look at.
I follow her lead, stretching out beside her, the cool liner chilling through my sweater. The stars above are bright against the dark, cloudless sky. I glance at her profile, more starstruck by her than the ones above us.
“You’re so beautiful.”
My fingertip traces her lip line, fascinated at how perfectly symmetrical they are. She turns her head toward me, my fingers slipping to splay against her neck. She’s looking intently into my eyes, digging for something long enough that my body heats with desire. Wanting her here and now. If she’ll let me, to chase away the rattling racetrack ghosts with cries of her pleasure.
Squashing the old life while making love to the new one. The one where she’s mine, finally and completely, with no other games, wagers, or bets standing in our way.
Her hand travels up my sweater, rubbing gently on my chest, causing my muscles to flinch until it curls around my neck, pulling me towards her. I easily fall forward, my arm bracing myself to plant a soft kiss on her lips. She releases a small breath, tilting her head and pushing her tongue into my mouth. I groan. She is instigating, and my cock is springing to life.
Our tongues dance together, tasting the depths of one another as she wraps her arms around me, pulling me closer. I move over her, pressing my pelvis and hard cock into her soft stomach, waiting for her to decide how far this goes.
She arches into me, her hips grinding against my body, looking for friction like she did against my bike’s seat. I continue exploring her mouth, absorbing her sounds to fuel me on until she pushes against my chest and ends the kiss.
“I need you, Diego.”
I reward her with a happy smile and a little peck, but I need to set the record straight for my sake and hers.
“If we do this, Iz, then no going back. We can’t keep ping-ponging back and forth.”
My lips brush hers, convincing her to commit to staying here with me, vulnerable, open, and accepting. And not just for sex. I won’t make that mistake again. I need clarity from her. I’m not just a hot body for her to use to get a little satisfaction and then go back to our world, frustrated and avoiding one another.
“Tell me we stay like this. Tell me you want me as much as I want you,” I mutter against her ear while her grinding slows to a halt.
Disappointment fills my gut when she turns her head away from my roaming lips. I lean back, capturing her chin and turning it to meet her gaze.
“Tell me, Iz.”
If this ends here, then I’m better off. I tell myself, not believing the damn truth of it. I hope I've convinced her of that because she gets me, and I get her.
“I can’t. We can’t . . . won’t be like a normal couple because of school and?—”
“I know. I’m not asking to hold hands in class, but I’m not willing to accept being used for sex. Ironic, I know, as many college guys would, but I want more. I want this, and if it has to be private or out of town, then so be it. We’ll figure it out.”
“Okay.” Her voice cracks with raw emotion, her stunning eyes so close I can lose myself in them. “Here’s to giving up control and figuring it out.”
I’d chuckle if I weren’t so horny.
So ready to see her fully naked beneath the stars, riding my cock. With a newfound determination and a surge of lust coursing through my body, I seal our pact with a soft kiss until her hands reach for my belt between us. I nip her lip with my teeth and rise up to straddle her.
Confusion wrinkles her face.
“Not a chance we’re doing it clothed.”
I get to my feet, grab the back of my sweater, and tug it over my head to toss it onto the bed. Her mouth forms a soft “oh,” and her eyes glitter as she watches me undress.
I’ve kept myself in top shape. Partly out of necessity to maintain proper alignment and take the strain off my spine, but also out of sheer vanity.
Her appreciative gaze encourages me to continue, even with the cold air biting my skin. No worries, she’ll soon warm me up. She follows my lead, sitting up to rid herself of her blazer and then her thick sweater to reveal a black bra with perfect mounds almost spilling out of the top of the delicate fabric.
“Kokami.”
I gaze up at the stars, whispering my gratitude to whoever in the universe made this happen. When she kicked me out, I thought that was it, done for.
Never could I have imagined her squirming between my booted feet, shimming out of her pants and boots, to lie almost naked in my truck bed, wearing only her black lingerie. I could bust a nut just looking at her.
