Troy laughs and sets my roll and coffee in front of me then takes his seat across the table. His foot finds mine. I love that he always wants to touch me in some way. Letting me know he's there. He's present.
"We have about two hours before Sarah and Chris get home. What shall we do?" I ask him.
"Well, I can think of something, but maybe they don't want their house smelling like our sex any more than it already does."
I choke on my coffee, a little dribbling from my mouth.
"Oh, God,” I say. “We have to get Febreze or something.”
“Why’s that?” he asks.
“What if that’s what the whole house smells like? We are nose blind to it. We have to stop.”
“Okay. We can make a couple of stops then,” he says.
I’m confused, but by the way Troy is smiling at me, I can tell he already has something planned.
I wipe the coffee away with my finger and bring it into my mouth, sucking the drop off slowly. Troy sucks in a hard breath through his teeth.
"Eat up," he says. "You're going to need the energy."
My body shivers with the thought of him having me again. Sex with him has become my new favorite thing. I take a sip of my coffee and stare at him through my lashes. I lift one eyebrow, and I can see him adjust himself through the glass table. I take another bite on my roll then put it in the to-go bag he brought. He wastes no time in doing the same.
When we get in the truck, we don’t go the way back to Sarah's house. He drives us to the river, past camping grounds, and where tire tracks stop in the snow, Troy keeps going. And when he parks, it’s right against the river’s edge. The view is beautiful.
He rolls down the window slightly, the sound of the rushing water filling the cab. He slides his seat back, unbuttons his pants and pulls his dick out, pumping it a few times. I bite my lip while shimmying out of my sweats and already wet panties. I go to straddle him and his hand cups my hot sex. His finger runs along me center and circles my clit. I lean into his hand. When he pulls his hand away, I pout at him, sticking my bottom lip out.
He put his finger in the air and turns it in circles.
“You want me to turn?” I ask him, and he nods.
I turn then wiggle my ass at him. He grabs my hips and thrusts inside me, and I grab onto the steering wheel. I lean forward and pivot my ass towards him, giving him better access. He grabs my hips and bounces me quickly against him. His hands slide up and grab my breast. I feel his chest on my back right before his teeth sink into my shoulder. I moan loudly, knowing the river is covering up any noise.
"Harder, Troy."
He bites me on the other side. He wraps his arms around me, crushing our bodies together, driving into me harder. I reach a hand behind me and hold onto the back of his head as our orgasms surge through us. I open my eyes and watch the water rushing by, and I can feel tears forming. I grind my teeth together, now is not the time. I'll figure it out.
On our way back, we stop, and I grab a linen scented room spray.
“You don’t think they will noticethatscent?” Troy asks, as he plugs his nose.
“Give it a few minutes, it won’t be so strong.”
“If you say so.”
Just then, I hear a vehicle pulling into the driveway.
“Shit!” I say and grab a pillow.
I wave it around the room as fast as I can, hoping the smell will dilute a little before they walk in.
Troy shakes his head, laughing at me. I glare at him.
“You’re no help,” I tell him. “Get in the library.”
I point my finger to the room, and he goes without complaint. I wave the pillow around a few more times before tossing it back on the couch and rushing to the room right as the door opens.
"SURPRISE!" Troy and I yell as Chris leads Sarah into the library room. Her eyes grow wide and she starts tearing up.