“Trying to get close to your lips.”
I fist his hair. “What… I… Whose truck is this?”
That’s the only question I can come up with right now.
He shrugs, like he doesn’t care. “The fuck I know.”
I look around; it’s all deserted even though there’s a large crowd behind us. “What if someone comes?”
Zach chuckles.
His hands are much larger than mine and he uses that to his advantage and pushes the skirt up and up, exposing my panties.
“That’s always your first concern, isn’t it?”
“Well, yeah. I don’t want anyone to see us, see me half naked.”
He glances at my simple cotton boy shorts and fingers the seam of them, making me shudder. “You know, I thought I was dreaming the other night. When you were sprawled all over me. You wanted me to kiss you that night too, didn’t you?”
“I was sprawled because you pulled me down, and yes. But.” I exhale out a shaky breath. “I don’t know how this is kissing.”
He smiles, and then his thumb gets inside my panties and makes contact with the outer edge of my core, making me jerk.
I gasp out his name when the blunt pad of his thumb flicks it. So casually, like it’s mundane, him touching the edge of my pussy.
“It’s kissing because I’m gonna put my lips on your lips.”
At this, his thumb gets further inside my panties and rubs along the center of my core. Finally, I get what he means and it makes me blush like I’ve absorbed all the heat from the air around us.
“I didn’t mean that kind of kissing.”
Zach’s smile is still in place, a lopsided, horny smile. “Not my problem. This is how I kiss, Blue, when…” He trails off and leans in, like he just can’t help himself. He can’t help himself from taking a sniff of my covered core.
It makes him groan and my head falls back on another whimper.
“When what?” I manage to ask anyhow.
His lips are right there, right on my clit, separated by just cotton underwear. “When my dick’s pissed off.”
I look down, grabbing the side of his face. “Your dick?”
“Uh-huh.” He nods, dragging his nose up and down my pussy.
His stubble feels even scratchier under my fingers right now. In fact, everything feels scratchier when it touches my body. His soft t-shirt, his velvet hair, the air around me.
“Why?” I breathe out, shifting restlessly on one foot.
He’s still rubbing the center of my core with his thumb, sniffing my scent. “Because of you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. You’re pissing off my cock, Blue. You’ve been pissing it off for days now. The way you move in that tight little uniform of yours. The way you run around, your blue braid flopping behind your back. You’re inviting trouble, aren’t you?”
“No.”
“No? Your tits bounce when you walk, baby.” I shudder at his casually thrown endearment, like he was waiting to say it all his life. “Did you know that?”
“I don’t.” I arch my hips, trying to get closer to his mouth. “I don’t do it on purpose.”