I led the way to my truck and opened the back door. Dylan let out a low whistle. “Nice wheels.”
I grinned at him over my shoulder. “Thanks.” I unclipped the first aid kit and pulled out some gauze and wrapping tape. I held them out to him. I wasn’t too proud to reject the help. Bandaging your own hand was a bitch.
I held still as he cleaned off the skin, spraying some neosporin across it then placing the gauze over gently. He wound the tape around my knuckles. “Flex a bit?” he said softly, and I did. “Not too tight?” He looked down at me, meeting my eyes, and my heart and clit seemed to throb in time.
I shook my head. “Perfect,” I whispered.
Dylan gently laid my hand back in my lap, lifting his fingers to touch my face. He paused. “I’m going to kiss you,” he said softly.
A small smile curled my lips. “Good.”
Then he was there, lifting me onto my backseat and standing between my legs. My truck was pretty high up, so I had to curl down a bit to kiss him back, but damn it was a nice kiss. Perfect pressure. Perfect amount of tongue. The kind of kiss that made you breathless and your heart thud in your chest like a racehorse.
He climbed up to the step, and I scooted further into the interior of the truck. I’d known I would be spending a lot of time in this truck. It would be the one constant in my life, almost like my home. So it was a bit of a mess but it was pretty damn spacious.
He followed me, giving me sipping kisses, until we were both making out in the backseat of my truck like teenagers. My hands slid under his shirt, tracing the hard lines of his abs before traveling upwards, my fingers flicking over his nipples. He groaned and pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him. I rubbed against the hard line of his cock and his hands roamed up the back of my thighs and over my ass.
“Fuck, you are so damn hot,” he moaned, deepening the kiss. I wanted more though. I reached over and slammed the door shut, locking us in the darkness of the back seat. I was damn glad that I had fronted for the extra dark tinting on the windows at this moment.
I unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled out his cock, letting my fingers brush down his length and appreciating his full body shudder. I climbed off and pointed to his pants. “Off.”
He let out a low, sexy chuckle. “So dang bossy.” But he obediently shucked off his jeans, leaving his boxers on for the moment. I unbuttoned my blouse, shrugging it off my shoulders, but left on my cami underneath. Didn’t need to be busted completely naked in the backseat of my truck. Then I lifted my ass and pulled off my shorts, leaving on my lace thong.
When I climbed back onto Dylan’s lap and he ran his hands over the globes of my ass, he made a pained noise. “This is the greatest ass I’ve ever held in my hands,” he murmured low, capturing my mouth in another heated kiss.
Then his hands slipped between my thighs, and I shuddered as they brushed along my lace covered pussy. Damn. It had been so long. When was the last time I’d had sex, let alone sex with anyone as pretty as Dylan. Months?
I deepened the kiss again, fucking his mouth with mine, until we were both panting. Tongues twisting, I ground my wet core against his cock, making us both moan. He pulled back, his breathing coming in short gasps. “One second.”
I grinned. “You can have eight, cowboy.”
He grabbed his wallet and pulled out a condom. I raised an eyebrow but I shimmied back so he could drag his tight boxers down his thighs. His cock sprung free, hard and angry looking, leaking precum already. He was a good fucking size and my core clenched in anticipation. I reached out and gave him a few hard strokes and he shuddered, grabbing my wrist. “Baby Girl, you do that again, I’m not gonna get to be inside you. And I want that more than I want my damn next breath.”
He slid the condom on in one well-practiced stroke. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me up his body. He kissed me hard again, his cock notched against my entrance. He held my hips, pulling back again.
“Ready?”
I searched his face, and the pure earnestness in his eyes surprised me. He looked like if I said no right now, he’d pull up his Wranglers and climb out of my truck, no harm, no foul. So instead of answering him, I sank down on his cock until he was buried balls deep in me.
I moaned and rested my forehead on his shoulder.
“Fuck,” he whispered, just pressing my hips down, not moving, letting the feel of our bodies meld together.
I clenched my muscles around him and he shuddered again. Then he was moving my hips and slamming them back down and I was riding him in a primal movement that was ingrained in my brain.
He pushed down the cups of my bra and took my nipple in his mouth and I let out a gasp and rode him harder. Damn, this was going to be hard and fast, and when he bit my nipple, I squealed.
“Oh god,” I whimpered. My orgasm was there, building low as pleasure raced over my body. “I’m so fucking close,” I moaned, my hands spread over his shoulders, my nails digging into the muscles at his back.
He slid his hand between us and rubbed my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Holy smokes! The sounds of my orgasm echoed around the cab of my truck and I ground down hard, my head thrown back. Yes!
Dylan gave me a second, riding my orgasm with me. Then he doubled down his damn efforts, setting a fast grinding pace as he licked and sucked at my nipples and I swear to god my toes cramped inside my boots from pleasure. My second orgasm was riding me as Dylan came with a low, rumbling moan, his thrusts ragged and sweat making his skin shine in the moonlight. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest, nuzzling his face in my neck.
“Damn, Baby Girl. You really are something and then some.”
I chuckled against his soft hair. “Right back at ya.”
“Is this the part where you eat my head?” he joked and I tugged on his hair, laughing.