He grabbed his discarded T-shirt and gathered her wrists in his fists and wrapped the material around it, knotting it swiftly and efficiently.
“What are you doing? You can’t—”
He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, the blanket going with her. Then he splayed his palm on her back and forced her down until she was braced on her elbows, ass in the air. “I can. And I will. You’re fucking mine.”
He gripped her thighs and spread her knees wider, exposing every bit of her to him and the moonlight. He dragged his fingers along the lips of her sex, which were embarrassingly wet by now.
“I can see how much you hate this. How much you can’t stand the thought of me taking you. Look at you.”
He rubbed her clit with rough fingers, the movement almost too much to bear. She didn’t want to go off too soon, but everything felt on edge, poised to explode. She tried to squirm away, but he grabbed her hip and smacked an open palm right over her pussy.
She cried out, more from the shock than anything else, and vicious, aching need nearly steamrolled her. Holy shit. She pressed her forehead to the blanket and groaned. Arousal leaked onto her thighs.
He laughed low behind her, a smug, pleased sound. “It’s a crime you’ve put yourself on ice for five years, baby. Look how responsive you are. Numb, my ass.” He hit her again, this time on the spot where thigh met curves. Three sharp hits that sent her system reeling. “You weren’t numb. You just needed someone who wasn’t afraid to give you some bite.”
She inhaled a deep breath, letting the reverb of the slaps move through her. He was so right. She’d been celibate by choice, convinced that her libido had faded, but that had been because sex had never been all that great for her. Decent, sure. But it’d all been soft and sweet and unremarkable. Never before had she felt so physically tuned in with someone else. Whether Pike was being gentle or rough, her body seemed wired for his touch.
He spanked her again, matching hits going from left to right. Her skin began to tingle, the moisture in the air clinging to her and mixing with a building sheen of sweat. She rocked in the position, tilting herself closer to him.
His callused hands moved over her skin with a gentling touch, hands that knew how to smash drums or make them softly rumble and could do the same to her body. “You make me want to turn your whole backside pink, baby. Look how hot and wet you’re getting.”
He pinched her thigh and she moaned. Hell, maybe she had some undiscovered masochistic streak. Or maybe it was just Pike. Anything he did to her seemed to be a turn-on. She was in so much damn trouble. But right now, she didn’t care. She’d worry about that stuff later. Right now she just needed him. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asked, gravel in his voice as he drew his fingers over her slickness, the sound of his fingers on her flesh obscenely erotic.
It was on her lips to beg him to fuck her, but then she remembered the game they’d started and wanted to finish it. “Get the hell away from me and let me go home.”
He wiped her arousal onto the back of her thigh as if to show her just how turned on she was. “Is home Oklahoma?”
The question confused her for a second but then she realized he was checking in with her on her safe word, giving her an out in case she’d meant her words. “No, you know where I live. Now take me home.”
He grasped her hips, fingers digging into her skin. “Not yet, gorgeous. Not until that sweet cunt of yours is squeezing my cock.”
She made a half attempt to shift away from him, but he gripped the back of her neck with one hand, holding her in place while he used his other hand to get the condom.
The vulnerable position did something to her. She knew she should probably be worried that this was turning her on. But somehow being with Pike made her feel safe to explore even taboo stuff. There was this bubble around them—one where she trusted that he wouldn’t really hurt her and that there’d be no judgment on either side. So she let herself fall into the moment—the tight bindings around her wrists, the cool metal of the truck against her arms, the naked sky above them, and the feel of Pike holding her in place. Surrender.
Pike released her neck and gripped her hips again. “You should see how goddamned perfect you look right now. All mine.”
And without further warning, he plunged into her. The move was rough, but she was so turned on that he slid in without resistance—hot and thick and deep. They both groaned at the connection.
“You feel numb now, baby?” he asked, sliding out and thrusting back in.
“Totally,” she breathed, her fingers curling into her palms.
“Oh, really?” His voice held a playful, goading tone. All part of the game. One that was working quite effectively on her.
“I don’t feel a … thing.” The catch in her voice made a liar out of her.
Pike’s fingers dug into her hips with steely force and he pumped harder for a few seconds, making the blanket slide beneath her. The truck started to make metallic grinding sounds along with them. “Well, if that’s the case, don’t come before I do and you win the game. I’ll take you home.”
“Easy money,” she whispered.
But then he slowed down his movements considerably and teased the flared head of his cock at her opening, in and out with light thrusts that lit up sensations she didn’t know she was capable of.
Holy mother of God. She let out a whimpering noise, despite her best efforts to keep quiet. She could feel everything so intimately, each ridge and smooth part of him as he continued the shallow thrusting, awakening long-dormant nerves.
“Mmm, that’s it, mama,” he said, his voice like warm cider on a cool night. “Feel every bit of me stretching you, rubbing over that sweet pink flesh and making it feel good.”