“I love the way my name sounds in your mouth when you’re horny.”
Fuck.
A helpless moan fell out of me and into her greedy mouth as she kissed me again. Her nails scraped the back of my neck, fingers clasping behind it, holding me in place.
Not that I had any plans of going anywhere. It would’ve been plain insanity to walk away from this.
I angled my body to block the view from the front lawn and walked her backward toward the van door without breaking contact. We fell into it clumsily, teeth clashing in our desperate bid to not let go of each other. The van rocked in a smooth motion that got me back on my feet, Sage still hungrily attached to my lips, and I continued backing up until my legs hit the threshold.
There was public, and then there was safely in public. I was more inclined to navigate the stacked gear and coiled cables on the floor of the van than carry on where any respectable old lady or her grandkid could see us.
I guided her in with me, thinking we’d be on the same page, but Sage pulled back.
Balance was a gamble with my one foot inside the van, which gave Sage the upper hand. Both of hers were firmly planted on the asphalt. Now half-shaded by the darkness inside the van, I blinked against the bright backdrop framing her in front of me. Sunlight cut in and painted her hair almost gold, like a halo.
“I’d much rather you have your way with me inside this death trap than out of it.”
A slow smile curled her pink, swollen lips. “Presumptuous much?”
I considered the aching bulge in my pants with a hint of humiliation. Because, yes, I’d assumed with the way she was just kissing me that this was leading somewhere… more.
The breath of disappointment that left me came out all ragged, tugging at my balls as I sank down to sit. “Sorry.”
“You should see your face right now.” Her laugh bubbled low and deep in her throat, adding to my surprise when she clambered into the van after me and promptly shut the doors behind her. All sound and signs of life vanished as that single move created a private bubble of lust-filled darkness.
Inside, the space narrowed and the only light we had was streaks of sun that shaved through the tattered curtains over the windows. It took a while for my vision to adjust and when it did, the look in Sage’s eyes pulled a breathy groan out of me.
And she had the audacity to callmehorny?
She crashed into me again, this time with momentum, climbing up as her hands gripped my shoulders and her knee bumped against the edge of a case. I steadied her by the hips and shifted to give her space to move, keeping us balanced while she clambered over the gear and into the van fully.
My back hit a stack of amp covers as she came down on top of me, and I adjusted so we weren’t crushing anything expensive or fragile.
Her mouth found mine again without hesitation.
It was a total one-eighty from that confrontation in her booth back at Purple Rose. She’d been clear. She’d told me we were done, and had kept distance. Now she was here, in the back of a beat-up van in a retirement home parking lot, kissing the shit out of me.
Turned on was a quiet word for what was happening under my skin.
The van doors were closed, but it felt as though anyone passing would immediately know what was going on inside. The telltale rocking. Heavy breathing. I plunged my tongue deeper, drinking her in for all it was worth.
My hands slid up her sides, tracking the way her breath changed against my mouth when I did. She pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes bright even in the dimness, and I waited to see if she regretted it. If she’d flip a switch and call this off. Realize how stupid we were being to do this right here, in the parking lot.
She didn’t.
Instead, she broke the kiss and raised up just enough to drag her t-shirt over her head. The pink bra was full lace, her stiff nipples peeking out between the intricate pattern. My mouth watered instantly, and I dipped my head to suck one of them in.
Sage let out a long moan, her fingers raking through my hair as she rolled her hips over my hardening cock. The slight jerk she gave when I clamped her nipple lightly between my teeth and flicked my tongue over it made me crazy. She pushed down, grinding harder, and I released a breath of air that sounded a lot like “Oh”, the nervousness about being out in public no longer a concern.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she admitted, tugging my shirt over my head.
“I don’t believe you.”
Sage could give me those innocent doe-eyes all she wanted. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Her skin was warm under my touch, my hands gently resting on the soft curve of her hips. She was still moving over me, still coaxing more and more blood to rush into my throbbing cock.
“You calling me a slut, Santos?” She reached down between us, and gripped my dick to stroke me through my gym shorts. Even through the fabric, her touch teased a primal groan from deep in my throat.
