“And last Friday night,” I whisper, nibbling on his bottom lip as I grind on him, “after the car wash…”
“Yeah?” He lowers his hands to my hips, grunting as I rub harder.
“I thought about you,” I whisper in his ear. “I thought about you when I was in bed that night.”
I feel his fingers dig into my hips, and he growls low as he kisses me again and again, breathing hard.
His lips move down my neck, and I barely no
tice the strap of my shirt being slipped down my arm as the heat of his mouth covers my shoulder.
He grabs the back of my neck, holding me in place as he runs his nose and mouth back up my neck, inhaling me. “Do you feel me?” he whispers, pressing my hip down hard into him. I whimper as I rub against his thickness between my legs.
“Yeah.” But then I notice something is loose and air is caressing my skin where it didn’t before. My bra. He’s unhooked my bra at the back.
The straps fall down my arms, and the side where my shirt had fallen off exposes my now bare breast. I quickly bring up my arms, covering myself. “Masen, no.”
But he comes in, kissing me, and grabs my ass, pressing me to him. “I can’t stop.”
“But people will see.”
He looks up into my eyes, nibbling my lips. “No one sees you, baby. Just me. And I want to kiss you.”
“You are kissing me.”
He gnaws my lip, his whisper thick and hot. “I want to kiss you in other places.”
Oh, Jesus.
My chest caves and heat swirls in my belly, making my clit throb and my body crave him so badly. I’ve never been this turned on.
He stares at me as he gently pulls my arms away, and he slides the other strap of my shirt off my shoulder, my loose tank top and bra falling to my waist.
“Masen,” I say nervously, trying to bring up my arms again.
I twist my head and look around me, seeing two guys stand right next to the front of the truck. But Masen takes my hands, guiding them away and shaking his head with a slight grin on his face.
Fear races through me, making my heart pound, but I’m excited, too.
“God, look at you,” he breathes out, his eyes feasting as they fall down my chest and stomach. “You have a hell of a body.”
Chills spread down my arms, and I feel my nipples tighten and harden under his gaze.
“Take me somewhere,” I say, leaning into him, “and I’ll let you kiss me anywhere you want.”
“Sounds enticing,” he says. “Maybe next time.”
Grabbing my waist, he brings me in close, forcing me up higher on my knees so that my breast is level with his mouth.
“Masen,” I gasp as he grabs my left nipple between his teeth, sending shocks through my system and right down between my thighs. “Oh, my God, we can’t.”
But he sucks the whole damn thing into his mouth, and I grip his shoulders, my eyes flutter closed and not giving a damn that half our class is right outside.
“Yes,” I whimper, losing my breath and wrapping one arm around his neck, holding him closer.
His tongue, hot and wet, comes out and swirls around the pebbled flesh of my nipple, teasing me, and his fingers dig into my skin as he goes back for more, nibbling the whole breast.
I hear laughter outside, and I try to turn my head, but Masen leans into me, forcing me to arch back as he switches to the other breast, kissing and dragging the nipple out by his teeth.