More dumbass giggling escaped from me as I ripped my shirt over my head and shoved down my jeans. He reached for me as I scrambled like a crab over onto his lap.
John rubbed his hand down my chest, tracing my tattoos with his fingertips. But before I lowered myself, he stopped me.
“Wait.”
I huffed like a teenager not getting their way as he reached into the pocket of the seat behind me.
“Need a condom.”
My brows shot up. “You fuck a lot in the backseat of your truck, huh?” He handed me a packet of lube while he suited up.
Commander smiled, making the fine lines around his eyes appear. I studied his meticulously styled dark hair as I tore open the packet with my teeth. It had a hint of gray at the temples and was just long enough to make me want to mess it up for him. There was something about the way he looked up at methrough those long lashes, then flashed his sexy grin that made me stupid.
“I don’t fuck irresponsibly. I’m always prepared.”
I laughed. “You must have been a hell of a boy scout. Bet you earned that preparedness badge, didn’t you?”
His gaze held mine, making my breath catch in my chest. Something passed between us as we stared at each other for a long moment. I tried to look away, but John wasn’t having it. Reaching up, he cupped my face.
“I’ve had my eye on you a long damn time, Dreamboat. Ever since the first joint mission in Central America, I've dreamed of having you. And once will not be enough.”
He curled his fingers around the back of my neck and pulled me in for another scorching kiss before letting me go. Tapping the side of my bare thigh to get my attention, he held his cock ready for me. “Lube. Then on your knees, Pretty Boy.”
I wanted to argue, just to be an asshole, but complied with his request. After squeezing the contents of the packet onto his cock, I tossed it onto the seat. Bracing my hands on his broad shoulders, I positioned myself over him. And when his tip touched my entrance, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and dropped my head back to absorb the beginning of the delicious burn.
“I need your eyes on me when I take you.” He gripped my hip with one hand, and my dick with the other, slowly stroking just enough to keep me on edge.
More warning alarms went off in my head, blaring that this was too intimate, even for fucking in a truck. But there was something about the John Langdon that just did it for me. It was impossible for me to be the smartass I was known to be.
Nodding, I stared into his hazel eyes as I sunk down the rest of the way onto him. I needed the stretch and more of the burnto remind me this was just a fuck. I wanted to feel the ache tomorrow.
“Fuck, you’re big,” I hissed, biting my bottom lip.
John's right hand found my face and wiped the sweat away. “Careful, sweetheart,” he said soothingly. “Don’t hurt yourself and ruin our fun. Like I said, this is just the first time.”
All I could do was stare as he gently pulled my lip free from my teeth. Swiping his thumb over the mark they left behind, he looked into my soul with an expression I didn’t want to recognize.
Goddamn, this was risky. “Don’t call me sweetheart. Call me Dreamboat.”
He chuckled as if he expected my response. “Well, I guess you can call me Commander.”
When I was fully seated, I closed my eyes at the fullness and dropped my head onto his shoulder. His damn cologne was driving me crazy, but it was the only out I had to stop looking at him.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” the asshole whispered with a teasing lilt in his tone. “Give me control tonight.”
I frowned but obeyed his command. Bracing my knees on the seat, he worked his hips to rock slowly inside of me. I lifted my head long enough to scan his face, then down to the strained tendons in his thick neck.
Looking at the Commander was not a good idea, but I couldn’t help myself. He was more handsome now than the last time I’d seen him. And there was something about John Langdon that allowed me to lower my guard.
“Oh fuck,” I muttered as he picked up the pace. As I lifted my head from his shoulder, I knew if I wasn’t careful, I’d lose my mind and do something crazy tonight. And when he cupped my face and looked into my eyes, I was toast.
“Happy New Year,” he whispered, then brought his mouth to mine, rendering me speechless.
It was official. I was fucked more than one way right then. But I’d deal with it tomorrow when I didn’t have his dick in my ass.
The next morning, I was startled awake from a nightmare. I turned, ready to tell him about the ridiculously real dream, but John wasn't in bed with me. And by the looks of things, he was gone.
I released a sigh and fell back onto the pillow. It was probably for the best and my head fucking hurt. But the scent of him lingered on the pillow and made me smile.
