“Of course it does. But do you?”
I can’t answer that. Instead, I sweep her into the air, her legs locking around my waist. I’m surrounded by her sweet scent, the pulsing of her pussy riding up against my dick. She’s wet, so damn wet, that she slides up and down my shaft with every movement.
Just this feels good, so fucking good, that for the first time in a long damn time I don’t care about anything or anyone other than the two of us in this room right now.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I breathe, my teeth nipping at her ear. She squeals and tries to move away, only giving our bodies more friction to work with.
Her heels locked at my back, her nails digging into my skin, I crash my mouth onto hers. She meets it with matching eagerness. Need and lust make me dizzy, blocking out everything but what comes next.
Spinning us around, her foot catching a tray of bolts and screws and knocking it to the floor, I scramble to find somewhere to sit her. Pin her. Lay her out for the taking because if anything is true, it’s that I’m gonna fucking take her.
Our breathing is ragged, her hands yanking on my hair to lift my chin for more access to my mouth. She kisses me like a starved woman and I’m the last oasis in the desert.
“Get. Inside. Me,” she begs between breaks in the kisses.
“Stop being so bossy,” I say, tugging at her bottom lip.
“You apparently need told since it’s taking you so long.”
Slamming her back against the wall, I pin her and dig between us, freeing my cock, and lining it up with her opening. It’s my intention to take it easy, to go slow and enjoy it, but the frenzy of the moment puts all of that aside.
With a slight twist of her hips, she sinks down. Taking me in with a sharp gasp, her fingernails biting into my shoulder, she arches her back and takes in as much as she can get.
“Walker!” she yells, a stuttered breath punctuating the final syllable.
“Is that hard enough?”
“Ahhh . . .”
“Come on, Slugger,” I tease. “Words or else I’ll think you’re speechless.”
“Never,” she manages to eke out as her eyes roll to the back of her head.
My hips flex, giving my cock to her with a brutal urgency. She groans, her eyes giving up and staying closed, as I press into her like I’ve wanted to since the first night I saw her.
She squeezes around me, the muscles of her pussy pulsing. Grasping under her ass, holding her up, she grips my shoulders and holds herself in place as I pound her into the wall.
“I’m not hearing anything,” I say through gritted teeth. “Don’t let me down now.”
“Can. You. Go. Harder?” she asks, her tone coated with a plea for more.
“You sure?” I slam into her so hard I think I’m going to break her.
“Yes,” she almost whines. “Like this.”
The clock to the right of her head bangs against the drywall with the rhythm, the metal table beside us clamoring with each thrust. It’s a dizzying staccato effect, an almost musical element to the situation. As she constricts harder, her moans getting louder and more urgent, I suck in a beaded nipple and feel her come apart on my cock.
Her body gushes over me, the force of the ejaculation almost shoving me out of her. I drive harder into her, nipping and kissing my way from her breast to her mouth, swallowing her pleasured moans.
As she goes limp, letting me hold almost all of her weight up on my hands, her head falls onto my shoulder. I have to move, change things up, before this is all I remember.
Gazing across the garage, I spot an old eighties Corvette Peck has been restoring for someone in town. The curves in the hood almost make a makeshift alley for a body. Walking over to the hood, my feet slapping against the cool concrete, I lay her down on the hood of the car.
Her eyes go wide as she squirms against the sleek carbon fiber material. “What are you doing?” she asks, cupping her breasts in her hands. They spill over her fingers, a decided difference from the flatness of her stomach. “Isn’t this someone’s car?”
“Yes, it’s someone’s car. And I’m going to lay you down on the hood and make you come all over it. Sound good?”
Her eyes roam my body, down my jaw, across my shoulders complete with the imprints of her fingernails, and down the lines of my abs. She flicks her gaze back to mine, her legs falling to the sides. “You going to start now or what?”
A victorious smile stretches across my face and it’s reflected on hers. Bending over, I press a kiss against her lips as I find the opening of her pussy and work my cock back inside. It’s tighter now than it was.