Chapter 18
Gillian
We shouldn’t be doing this.
We aren’t sixteen, we aren’t sixteen-year-old shaped, and we damn sure don’t have sixteen-year-old consequences if we get caught.
No one is going to call out parents about our bad behavior so much as give us a ticket for indecent exposure that bears a very hefty fine.
But I’ve missed him.
And he’s missed me.
And him smelling like sugar, spice, and something I wanna come on twice really left me no choice but to lovingly start caressing his thighthe secondBronny hopped out of the car at his friend’s house.
Naturally, my tendy can block just about any shot except for sex with me.
That’s one play that always gets through, which is why we’re awkwardly crunched up in the front of his truck, with his seat reclined all the way back and my knees continuously thumping against the door each time he wildly thrusts upward.
“Such a good girl tellin’ me you needed me like you did,” Thayne praises, both palms cupping my ass underneath my cream-colored flowy dress. “I love when you tell me what you want, Slayer.”
My tight, slick muscles clamp down around his shaft in approval of the appreciation.
“I love that it’s me you fuckin’ want.”
Digging my nails into his pecks through his form fitted shirt receives a hiss from him yet ignites a deeper groan from me.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy on my cock, Slayer.” Jukes tightens his grip on my ass cheeks. Uses them like handles to rock into me even faster. “So fuckin’ sexy moanin’ for me.” This time when my fingers flex, they accidentally stroke his nipple, prompting him to purr, “Fuck, baby. Do that again.” Feeling his entire body tremble underneath me gives me the confidence to follow the instruction. “Give ‘em a little tug.”
The gentle pull receives a less than gentle squeeze of gratitude.
“You’re such a good girl doin’ that for me,” my boyfriend continues to coo, voice raspy and thick. “Makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good…” Steaming hot wetness ceaselessly whirls around his dick as I throw my body into every additional pump. “Lettin’ me make you feel good.” All of a sudden, Thayne slips his thumb on top of my clit. “Tell me it feels good, Slayer.”
“So…” my breathing becomes heavier and choppy. “So…” Allowing my hips to chase the friction of his rolling digit muddle my words. “Fuckinggood.”
“Whose job is it to make you feel good?”
The question timed to his change in tactics of grinding rather than thrusting have me slapping one hand on the window for much needed leverage at the same time I airily croak, “You…”
“Number,” commands Jukes while increasing the pressure pushing me to return the pleasure. “Say my number, Slayer.”
“Thirty-five.”
“Always such a good girl givin’ me what I want,” he practically sings, pussy presenting him with poorly timed sopping wet applause. “Lettin’ me give you what you want…”Increasing the speed of his rubbing has me accelerating the rate of my tugging. “Let me give it to you, Slayer.”
Uncontrollable trembles threaten to topple me forward.
“Let me give you that dub.”
Lead to my chest heaving and nipples hardening and toes furling.
“Let me give you what only your favorite player can…”
“Yes…” I pant, pounding the glass and yanking his tiny nub in tandem. “Yes…”
“FuckGilly,” he murmurs in between my steadily climbing screeching.
“Yes!” Throwing my head back nearly has it hitting the ceiling, but I don’t care.
