Chapter 7
SEVEN
Larsen
When Kian picks me up after work and we head home, I think maybe we’re going to have a repeat of last night. My body is all wound up before he even parks in my driveway, and I’m ready to throw myself at him.
Instead, he tells me to get changed, and we’ll go out for another lesson.
It’s like a bucket of cold water being poured over my head.
I should have known better.
I really, really should have known better.
Now, I’m unsettled as I slide back into the passenger seat and we start on this dang lesson.
“Kian, it’s freezing,” I complain as he drives us down the dark, empty dirt road outside of town. Snow lines the fields on either side, glittering under the headlights, and the world feels quiet and private in that way only nighttime can manage.
Kian just grins.
That dangerous grin.
“The truck has heat.”
“Yes, but I’m still cold, and you insisted I sit over here instead of—”
Before I can finish, his hand shoots out, and I’m yanked across the seat. A startled gasp flies out of my mouth as I land squarely in his lap.
“Kian!” I squeal.
His arm wraps securely around my waist, holding me in place while his other hand stays steady on the wheel, like dragging me into his lap while driving is a perfectly everyday activity.
Which, for him, it probably is.
“You drive better like this,” he says calmly.
“I absolutely do not!”
“You absolutely do.”
I twist slightly, trying—and failing—to glare at him. Mostly because his chest is warm against my back and his arm feels ridiculously good wrapped around me.
Also because—
Oh.
My brain short-circuits as I become painfully aware of exactly what I’m sitting on.
Kian’s grip tightens on my hips.
“Comfortable?” he growls against my ear.
His voice is low and rough, and my entire body reacts instantly.
“I…” My voice comes out embarrassingly breathless. “You can’t keep doing this.”
“Yes, I can.”
I squirm instinctively. Which is a mistake. A very big mistake because the movement pulls a deep, heated sound straight from Kian’s chest.
“Jesus Christ, Larsen…”
Heat floods my face. “Kian…” I choke out.
He leans closer, his breath brushing against my ear. “Remember that first night?”
My stomach flips as I think back to our first driving lesson.
Of course, I remember. How could I not?
Sitting in his lap, barely able to focus, every nerve in my body screaming.
Slowly, I nod.
Kian’s arm tightens around me, holding me even closer. “Do you know what I was thinking about?”
My pulse spikes as I swallow. “No.”
Another tiny, unconscious shift of my hips. Another low, dangerous sound from him.
“I was trying,” he murmurs, voice thick with heat, “not to drag your thin little leggings down and bury myself between your thick thighs.”
My breath stutters.
“I was trying not to bust in my jeans while you squirmed and bounced in my lap. Fuck, Larsen. I was so close to coming all over myself.”
My entire body ignites.
“Would you have liked that?” he asks softly, his voice hot as it fans over my ear.
“I…”
“Would you have liked it if I had spread you out on this seat right here and buried my face in your pussy? I would’ve made you come like that first before I slid you down on my cock and made you drive over every fucking back road in this town.”
“Kian!” I cry out, my body threatening to overheat.
“What do you think, Larsen? Do you want to go for a ride, darling?”
I’m panting like I just ran a marathon as I nod, grinding down on his cock as he continues to talk dirty to me.
“I want to feel you take every inch of me. I want to see if you’ll swerve toward the potholes. I want to see how fast you’ll drive. How fast do you want me to fuck you?”
I swallow hard, crying out his name as I start to come undone.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
A sharp wave of heat curls low in my stomach, my body reacting instantly to his words. My thighs press together on instinct, and Kian notices. Of course he does. He always notices.
“Fuck,” he growls softly. “You need me, darling?”
“Kian…” My voice is barely a whisper now.
His hand slides slowly along my waist, fingers slipping under the waistband of my leggings and panties. His fingers spread my pussy lips, and I cry out, shuddering as they roll over my clit.
“Fucking drenched,” he snarls.
“Please!” I cry out as he swirls a finger over my clit while he slips another into my tight channel.
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
I can barely think, barely breathe. Every word, every rough note in his voice, sends sparks racing through my veins.
I turn slightly in his lap so I can see his face. His eyes are dark, burning, locked on me, and suddenly I’m not thinking about driving lessons.
Or dirt roads.
Or anything remotely logical.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
That’s all it takes.
Kian slams the truck into park. He grabs me, spinning me to straddle his lap, my knees pressing into the soft cushion of the front seat. His grip tightens as I settle over him, and my body melts in his hold.
Then he grips my jaw, and his mouth crashes onto mine, hot, hungry, and possessive. The kiss steals every ounce of air from my lungs. My fingers tangle in his shirt as his lips move against mine with devastating intensity.
Everything spirals.
My heartbeat pounds in my ears as we kiss. Headlights bounce over us as a car drives by. I wince against the harsh glow, but neither of us pulls away.
Kian’s mouth is on mine; his hands are everywhere. Nothing exists in this moment besides the two of us.
“I need you,” I pant.
Then we’re a tangle of limbs as I scoot onto the passenger seat and shimmy out of my leggings and underwear.
I kick off my boots and giggle when I see Kian fighting with his own shoes.
Wriggling out of my coat, I peel my sweater over my head and unhook my bra as he shoves his jeans and boxers down his legs.
Then he’s reaching for me.
He drags me into his lap, and I reach between us, fisting his cock and guiding him to my dripping entrance.
“Fuck, darling,” Kian hisses as I rock down onto him.
My hips jerk, and I gasp as I buck my way down his length, one thick inch at a time.
“You’re so big!” I whine.
Kian’s fingers tighten on my hips in response. “You can take me.”
“It doesn’t feel like it.”
“You took me just fine last night. Need me to lick your pussy again?”
I moan as I sink down, taking another inch of him. “Not right now. We don’t have time. Someone could drive by and see us!”
He grunts, and I know he wouldn’t let anyone or anything stop us. Not before I get off at least.
God, why is that so damn hot?
I bounce on my knees, his cock sliding in and out of me. He’s hitting the perfect spot deep inside me, and I can feel my juices coating his length and dripping down to his balls.
“Fuck, darling. There’s going to be a wet spot on this seat by the time we’re done.”
“Kian!” I cry out as I bounce up and down on him, taking him to the hilt.
“Fuck!” he grinds out.
My pussy spasms around his dick.
He hisses out a sharp breath. “Need you to move, darling.”
I nod. Except I don’t think I can. The sensations are building inside me, threatening to bubble over. My clit pulses with each thump of my heartbeat, and I shudder as an orgasm rolls through me.
“Kian,” I cry, my hips rocking against his in short jerks. “I need you to fuck me.”
That’s all it takes.
My back hits the truck seat, and I squeeze my legs around his hips as he pounds into me. I reach up, bracing my hands against the passenger door so he doesn’t fuck me right into it.
“So. Damn. Hot,” Kian growls out, punctuating each word with a hard thrust of his hips.
My orgasm bubbles up inside me, and with each press of his cock against my clit, my release gets closer and closer. When Kian reaches up, gripping the passenger door as he pounds into me like a beast, I’m a goner.
“Kian! Oh, God!” I shriek as I come.
“Fuck!” Kian shouts, and I feel his release spill into me a second later.
He balances on his hands, grinning down at me. I laugh as I reach up, pushing his dark brown hair away from his eyes. He leans into my touch, and my heart flips in my chest.
I lean up on my elbows, pressing my lips against his, and he kisses me back. My arms grow weak, and I flop back to the seat, feeling warm and loved.
“I love seeing you all post-orgasm cuddly,” Kian says, sitting back in his seat and starting to get dressed.
“It’s a nice feeling.” I sigh as I sit up and grab my clothes.
The windows are still fogged by the time we’re dressed and ready to hit the road again. Kian rolls down the window, and I shiver at the cold air. The windows clear a minute later, and he reaches for me, dragging me behind the wheel and onto his lap.
We drive home that way, both of us quiet but happy. When I park outside my place, I don’t even bother asking him if he’s coming inside. I just turn the truck off, pass him the keys, then take his hand as I climb out and head up to the front door.
I’m not done with Kian yet. In fact, if I have my way, neither of us will sleep much tonight.