“Great.”
“Yeah. I definitely want to hear ‘Feel Like Makin’ Love,’ don’t you? Such aclassic.”
“This isbullshit.”
“Come on. The vocal range in that song isn’t even difficult. Anyone cansingit.”
“Whatever.” Then, his back still to me, he startedsinging.
“Hey! Turn around!” His butt was sexy and all, but I wanted to see the restofhim.
“Fuckthat.”
He kept singing. I laughed as he mumbled his way through the first few lines. I prompted him with a few lyrics when he didn’tknowthem.
Then he started flexing his butt cheeks to the rhythm of the song and I almost diedlaughing.
He stopped. “Come on,Jessa.”
“Turn around and I’ll think about lettingyoustop.”
“Don’t be a bitch. It’s cold. I’ve gotshrinkage.”
“Tuuurn arou-ound,”Isang.
He turned, still cupping himself. His nipples could’ve cut glass, and his muscles were jittering underhisskin.
From where I was sitting, though, it wasplentyhot.
“You’re a terrible human being,”hesaid.
“Just get to the chorus. I want to hear thechorus.”
So he sung the chorus. By the end of it, he was getting into it, grudgingly. He even did a little dance. I was laughing so hard by now I was afraid I really might pee mypants.
“You happy?” He stalked over, grabbed the blanket and yanked it out from under me so hard I went tumbling off, still laughing. He wrapped himself in it and ran for thetruck.
I got the hell up and went after him, in case he got any ideas about locking me out and leaving me here as punishment. He climbed into the very back seat and I followed, shutting the doorbehindus.
I was stilllaughing.
“Shut up and make yourself useful,” he said, pulling me on top of him. The blanket fell open and I almost felt bad about how cold his skin was. Then we were making out, both of us struggling to get my boots and tight jeans off. My lace Hanky Panky thong went next. Brody tore it off, as in ripped it toshreds.
“You’re going to have to start buying me new panties,” I said, gasping as he slicked his fingers between my legs and upinsideme.
“Uh-uh…” he mumbled against my lips, licking and biting as he kissed me, “… just tear them all off until you’ve got none left… you can go commando allthetime.”
“I don’t thinkthat’s—”
He covered my mouth with his, so the conversation was pretty much over. Then his fingers were gone and his cock was in me, filling me in one forceful thrust. He groaned and dropped his head back on the seat as I rode him slow, then fast… slow, then fast… letting him warm up beneath me. It didn’t take long before we were both hot and I was peeling off my furryjacket.
He pulled me down for a kiss, but every time he tried to slip his tongue in my mouth I giggled again, the vision of him dancing around in his boots, serenading me with his croaky, off-key voice, lodged in my brain. And every time I laughed, he smacked my ass, hard, the sharp sting bringing me right back to what we were doing… and sending all sorts of wicked signals tomyclit.
“Ohhh…” I moaned the third time he did it. I rode him faster as the pleasure built in my core in a sudden rush, my mind and body singularly focused on that sweet pinnacle… just out ofreach…
I loved getting off onBrody.
Lovedit.
