Chuckling, I pull my hand away right when her walls clamp down around me, and when her eyes, wide and angry, come back to mine, I pick her up and slam her over my cock until we touch hip to hip and her body spasms.
When she lifts, I plant my feet on the truck floor and slam back up inside her until her tits bounce and her head almost slams against the ceiling. Releasing her hips for just a beat, I grab her face until her lips pucker, then I drag her forward until her tongue slides against mine and we’re joined on both ends.
I swallow her cries and absorb the pleasure of her warmth wrapped around my dick. I’ve been thinking about this for too long, and instead of taking it slow and savoring, we’re going full steam ahead. I trap her bottom lip between my teeth, then I take her hips again and restart her movements until neither of us can breathe.
Puffs of peach fabric sit between us so the silky material makes it difficult to move her, but I grab on and lift her to the very tip of my dick, then wrapping my hands around the backs of her shoulders, I pull her down until our thighs slam together and I swallow her cry.
“Fuck.” She lifts on strong thighs and takes control of her movements. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she replicates my movements, slams down, and swallows me up. “Fuck, Riley. I take it all back.”
“Yeah, you do.” I fist the back of her hair and drag her head to the side so I can access her neck. “I told you to stop challenging me.” When she lifts and prepares to drop, I beat her to it and slam straight up until the breath bursts from her lungs. “I told you to stop poking at me.” I bite her neck and help her lift to prepare to drop down again. “I told you to stop teasing.”
I hiss when her teeth latch onto my throat and bite down. Laughing in the same breath as a whimper, she slides her tongue over the sting and swallows me up when I bring her down over my cock. “And I told you not to let me down. You gotta fuck enough to make up for a whole band.”
She squeals when I throw her off my lap and lands on the bench seat. The back of her head raps against the door, but she doesn’t complain. She smiles and draws me closer as I climb to my knees. Grabbing the already unknotted tie around my neck, she drags me forward until I’m nestled between her legs, then she wraps them around my hips and pulls me in until I slide straight back inside and tap at her womb.
“Fuckkkkk, Riley.” Double chin from the angle, messy hair from my hands, and gown around her waist, she doesn’t care as she pulls me in until our tongues touch and my hips start gliding. My pants knot around my knees and make this shit hard. It’d be easier if I took them off, but neither of us have time, neither of us want to stop, so my thighs burn as I glide in and out, and my shoulders protest the awkward angles and cramped space, but I keep moving, because there’s no way in fuckin’ hell I’m stopping.
When she releases my mouth and goes to work nibbling on my collarbone, I pull back and sit tall on my knees, and looking down at her, I grab her legs and lift her backside from the seat until she rests on her shoulder blades and slams against the door each time I push in.
“Look at you.” Tits bouncing, knotted hair, smudged makeup. She stares up at me from hooded eyes and smiles with lips now missing their lipstick. When she reaches between us and slides her fingers against her clit, she closes her eyes on a cry and drags me over the edge of insanity when her pussy clamps down around my cock.
“Fuck!” I throw my head back as my condom fills. My hips jut forward in search of more, and my hands bruise her succulent thighs, but she still doesn’t complain. She absorbs my assault and smiles through her orgasm. Her walls pulse, squeeze, flutter, and each time I jut forward, the process restarts, her breathing turns to mewls, and her poor bottom lip fights against the hold between her teeth.
“Oh my God.” Sweating in the enclosed truck, panting as I try to regain my strength, I hold my body off of hers and luxuriate in the aftershocks of her pussy wrapped around me. “Fuck, Dee.”
“Mmm.” Uncaring that I’m heavy, she reaches up and wraps a hand around the back of my head. Pulling me down until my face rests on her chest, her hammering heart slams against my ear and her fingers massage my scalp. “Totally worth it.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm.” Her nails work against my head and lull me into an almost coma. “So good. You got a donkey dick and you didn’t tell me.”
My scoff warms her skin when I give up the pretense of holding my own weight and instead, let her carry all two-hundred-and-something pounds. “Totally worth it.” My head swims as my body aches for fresh air. Stars float in my vision, and my throat begs for a drop of water, but I don’t get up. I don’t move an inch, because the woman beneath me is everything I’ve dreamed about for months, and my cock is still nestled inside her. “Just gimme a minute, then I’ll get up and drive you back to my place.” I lick my chapped lips. “I have seventeen-and-a-half hours left with you, and we’ve gotta do that again before you go home.”
“Riley.” Her heart pounds faster as she lifts to her elbows and pushes me back. “You can just go your way if you want. I’ll go mine.” Her large eyes flick between mine. “This was just a fun time, an itch only we could scratch, but it doesn’t have to be a thing now. You can g–”
“Nope.” I gather my strength and push back so I can sit on my ass. I don’t remove my condom, I just pull my pants back up and glance around the still unoccupied street. Andi lies spread across my cracked bench seat, and when she tries to get up – to run – I push her back and slide a finger inside her still pulsing pussy.
“Ahh!” Her head slams against the door as she flops back and lets her legs fall open. Switching the ignition on with one hand and using the other to work her pussy, I multitask like a boss and pull into the street while her hips begin bucking anew. “Jesus, Riley.”
“I was promised a whole night. I’m taking a whole night.” I slide my finger out and glance away from the road. Bringing my fingers to my lips, we lock eyes and hers grow hooded as I lick her up and grin. “I didn’t get to taste you yet, Dee. You didn’t get to taste me, and fuck if I don’t wanna try that.” I look back to the road and keep moving toward my place. My cock pulses, already primed and ready for a Dee Round Two. “We didn’t get to stretch out on my bed, and it’s big, I promise. I didn’t get to smack your ass. There’s so much I wanna do before your flight tomorrow, and you running out now is no way to ensure you can barely sit when they put the seatbelt lights on during takeoff.”
“Riley…” Purring, she pulls her lip between her teeth as I turn onto my street. I live in a regular, suburbia, single story home. I have a yard I mow every Sunday, and a shower I’d like to fuck Andi Conner in every Saturday.
“I mean… you know how to spank?” she continues. “Because I always said, every girl wants to be spanked.”
Grinning, I pull into my driveway and yank the handbrake up. Turning back to her, I crawl over her body until my rock-solid dick rests at her entrance and we’re both tempted to fuck in the truck again. Her hips chase my dick and try to swallow me up, and those stars float in my vision again because I want her so bad, it makes me sick to not justtake, take, take.
“I’ve gotta get a fresh condom.” I lean in and slam my lips against hers. She tries to play hard to get, she tries to play nonchalant ‘we’re having fun, you can go’but when our lips touch and her arms wrap around my neck, she manages to pull me in an inch until the oxygen stops in my lungs. “Jesus. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Yes please.” Her hold grows stronger as I pull away. “No, don’t leave–”
“Come on.” I yank the bust of her dress up to cover her chest, then pulling away and sliding out that glorious inch I was inside, I fix my dick in my pants and drag her across the bench seat until her feet touch the driveway. It’s not all that late; not even midnight, and only half of the houses in my street are dark, so I close my truck and beep it closed, then I pull her under my arm – to stop her from running – and drag her inside. “Your flight is seventeen hours from now. I wanna keep you for sixteen of them.” I slap her ass and send her forward on a yelp. “I’ve got so much I wanna do between now and then.”
* * *
Four hours,fuck knows how many condoms, enough orgasms to make me pass out into a coma, and a beautiful chest-pillow later, I wake with crusty eyes when my phone blasts on the bedside table. I knock my alarm clock to the ground in my blind search, then slam my lamp against the wall with my clumsy fumbling. “Fuck. Jesus, why’s it so loud?” I don’t turn my lamp on as I snatch up my cell and pray Andi doesn’t wake. “Hello?” I swipe to answer a second, third, fourth time. “Hel– hello? This is Cruz.”
“Cruz, it’s Jay Bishop.”