Jessica's fingers work my belt buckle open with steady hands. No hesitation. No second guessing. She unbuttons my jeans and slides the zipper down, and the sound is impossibly loud in the quiet truck.
I lift my hips to help her, and she pulls my jeans down just enough. Her hand wraps around me through my boxers, and I nearly come undone right there.
"Jesus, Jess."
She strokes me once. Twice. Testing. Learning. Her touch is tentative at first, then bolder as she watches my face, reads my reactions.
"Tell me what you like," she whispers.
"Everything." I grip the seat beneath me, knuckles white. "Everything you're doing. Don't stop."
She doesn't.
Jessica pulls me free from my boxers, and her hand wraps around bare skin. I hiss at the contact, hips jerking involuntarily. She's warm and soft and perfect, and when she leans down,hair falling forward to brush against my thighs, I think I might actually die.
"I've never done this before," she admits.
"You're doing perfect." I reach down and brush her hair back from her face so I can see her. "So perfect."
She takes me into her mouth, and my brain short circuits.
Warm. Wet. Careful. Her tongue swirls around the head, and I groan so loud it echoes in the truck. She pulls back, eyes flicking up to meet mine, checking.
"Good?" she asks.
"So good." I stroke her cheek with my thumb. "So fucking good, Jess."
Encouraged, she takes me deeper. Her hand works what she can't fit, and the combination is devastating. I watch her, mesmerized by the sight of her lips stretched around me, the way her cheeks hollow, the little sounds she makes like she's enjoying this as much as I am.
My hand tangles in her hair. Not guiding. Just holding. Anchoring myself to something before I float away completely.
"Jess." My voice is strained. "I'm close."
She doesn't pull away. Instead she doubles down, taking me deeper, her hand moving faster. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, spreading through my entire body like wildfire.
"Jess, I'm..."
She hums around me, and that's it. I'm gone.
My orgasm hits me like a freight train. I come with a groan that probably scares every animal within a mile radius, hips jerking as she swallows around me. She stays with me through it, gentle now, working me through until I'm boneless and panting.
When she finally pulls away, I collapse back against the seat, completely wrecked.
Jessica wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and grins at me. "Good?"
"Good?" I laugh, breathless. "Jess, that was... I don't even have words."
She crawls up my body and settles against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, feeling her heart race against mine.
"Thank you," I murmur into her hair.
"For what?"
"For trusting me. For this. For everything."
She tilts her head up and kisses me. Soft and sweet and tasting like me, which should be weird but somehow isn't.
"Thank you for bringing me here," she says. "For getting me out of my head."
