I groan as I wrap my legs tighter around him, pulling him in deeper even as it burns.
“Fuck, Lucia,” he hisses. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“I want all of you, Jax,” I plead. “Please?”
“Soon,” he growls as he edges deeper inside. “I should take you to my bed right now and take more time with you, but I am fucking desperate to be inside you.”
“I want you right now,” I pant.
“You have any idea how hard it’s been trying to keep my hands off you,” he growls as he thrusts deeper and I moan loudly.
A group of club-goers walk past the truck and hover nearby, talking and laughing and I clamp my hand over my mouth.
Jax removes it and narrows his eyes at me. “When you come for me, I want to hear every single sound you make. You got that?”
“Yes.”
With a final roll of his hips, he drives all the way inside me, and I cry out in pleasure and pain. But it is a delicious pain and I want more of it. “Fuck me, Jax,” I beg him.
“Fuck,” he hisses as he starts to drive into me so hard that my head bumps against the door of the truck, but I don’t care. This is everything I have ever wanted. My walls clench around him as he buries his head against my neck, wrapping me in his huge arms as he nails me to the seat. It’s full of passion and longing. Raw and primal. But I have never felt so wanted and desired as I do being banged in the back seat of Jackson’s truck with people all around us, separated only by a dark pane of glass.
“Your pussy,” he growls in my ear, but I don’t hear the rest of his sentence, if indeed he even finishes it, because I come hard, and loudly. Crying out his name as he drives into me further while he grinds out his own release.
When he is done, he lifts his head and stares at me as we both pant for breath. “You,” he pants and swallows hard. “You’re gonna be my fucking undoing, Luce.”