Chapter 31
Alice
Sutton presses me up against the side of his truck with a muted growl. His lips crash against mine, tongue sweeping into my mouth, delivering a taste of the bitter notes of the beer he had with dinner.
My eager fingers slip beneath the hem of his shirt, tickling softly in a way that makes his stomach hollow and his cock hard against my hips.
The night is dark and quiet as we make out beneath a canopy of stars.
With one hand, he hits the unlock button on the key fob, and with the other, I’m suddenly floating as he hoists me up into his arms. My legs automatically wind around his trim waist, putting my needy center right up against the hard ridge behind his denim.
I blindly search behind me for the door handle to the second row as I giggle into his mouth.
“Quiet, Firecracker,” he mumbles against my lips, and a light chuckle chases his smile.
I fit my hand between his abs and his jeans, feeling his soft skin with the backs of my fingers. “Hurry, Sunny,” I whine desperately.
The door opens with an audible click, and he drops my ass onto the bench seat. I squeak at the sudden motion, scooting back to give him room to join me. He steps onto the running board, following me inside with a smile.
“Thank god you parked in the very back row of the lot,” I mutter, cupping his face and dragging his lips back to mine.
“And that my truck has tinted windows,” he mumbles against my mouth.
He follows me down flat, slamming his door shut and activating the locks, before his body weight presses me deep into the padded seat.
“God, I need you.” His teeth scrape against the hollow spot beneath my ear.
“Hot and bothered, Sunny?” I tease, but drop my hands to work the button and fly of his denims.
He reciprocates, popping the copper button on my shorts through the hole. “You knew what you were doing in there.”
“This is my fault?” I pant, arching against the seat as he slips his hand into my shorts and strokes me over my underwear. I split my legs, giving him room to move.
“Never done this before, Firecracker. Never needed anyone so badly that I couldn’t fuckin’ make it home.”
His words burn through me, lighting a fire of need. My stomach flips at the absolute grit in his tone.
I free the last button on his jeans, reaching around and yanking the material down over his glutes. With a hand to his chest, I shove at his torso. “Sit up.”
Sutton flops back on the seat, and I crawl after him, flipping onto my stomach.
I peel apart the edges of his jeans and free his straining cock.
For a moment, I just look at him. I take him in my hand and feel his weight—the hardness like steel in my palm.
I pump him slowly, watching the skin tug beneath my fingers. The color flushes deep red at the top.
I part my lips, letting my breath waft over his cock. Sutton shudders, his thighs flexing beneath my hand as I stick out my tongue and lick the shiny pearl bead from the tip.
“Holy fuck.” His fingers fist the hair at the back of my head.
I do it again. Sutton twitches, his nails involuntarily flexing against my scalp.
The third time, I swirl my tongue around the crown. Sutton begins undoing the pearl snap buttons on his shirt. He leaves it gaped open, and I run my fingers over the ridges and valleys of his exposed abs while running my tongue along his shaft.
“Your mouth is heaven,” he groans, closing his eyes. His head thunks against the window behind him.
I wrap my lips fully around him, slowly guiding him into the back of my throat. His guttural groan encourages me. It gives me control and makes me feel powerful.
I begin to suck and bob, increasing speed. Sutton’s flexing thighs are my cues. His hand in my hair is the confidence and courage I need to make him lose control.
Saliva drips from my mouth down his dick, coating him in my spit. The glide is impossibly smooth. His salty musk is my newest addiction. Closing my eyes, I get lost in him. I clench my thighs together as his panting breath turns me on.
He stomps his foot, leg shaking beneath me, and he shouts a gritty curse. “Fuck!”
All too soon, he’s pulling me up, dragging me back to his mouth.
“I’d love for you to suck me all night, but I’m afraid we don’t have that kind of time, and I need to be in you when I come.”
My stomach jolts at his voice. At the pure desperation. I feel the same way. Once was not enough. Twice? No chance. I don’t think either of us wants to be done with this until we both get our fill.
With Sutton’s help, we drag off my jean shorts together. The denim gets caught on my ankle, dangling from one side. He sinks back into the seat, holding his cock in one hand and pulling me onto his lap with the other.
My hands find purchase on his broad shoulders as I swing one leg over both of his, settling my knees around his hips. I slip them beneath his shirt, and I hover just over the tip of his cock.
Sutton reaches around my hip, hooking my thong in his fingers and yanking the material to the side, exposing me to the night. If anyone walked by the front of the truck at this exact moment, they’d see everything.
The thought gives me a pleasant shiver.
“Sit on my cock,” he grits out.
Reaching between us, I take control of his cock. Spitting in my hand, I wrap my fingers fully around him. It jumps beneath my touch, and Sutton’s eyes slam shut.
“Fuck, baby. Your hand feels so good.”
I pump him a few times before pressing him flat against my palm. My slick pussy glides over him as I begin to rock my hips.
“What are you doing, Alice?” Sutton’s voice snaps like his threads of control.
I release a breathy sigh as I grind my clit against the head of his cock. “Warming up.”
Suddenly, he grips my hips, fingers digging in as he slows my movements. “If you don’t stop, you’re going to warm me up all over your lap.”
Palming the back of his head, I bring us together until our foreheads touch. A smirk touches my lips. “I might enjoy making you lick it off.”
Sutton shudders from my words. Or maybe it’s my pussy soaking his cock that elicits the reaction.
“Next time,” he grunts as I slowly glide backward.
I tilt my head. “You’d do that?”
His fingers dig into my hips, holding me still. “Baby, I’d do anything you asked if it means I get my cock in you.”
“Beg.”
His blue eyes glint in the distant lights of the restaurant.
“You want me to beg?”
I nod.
“You want me to tell you how badly I need to fuck you?”
“Say it.”
His hands jolt on my hips. “Please let me fuck you, Alice.”
Tingles race up my spine. “More,” I whisper.
“I need your pussy. I need it, baby. I need to fuck you.”
“Just mine?”
A growl reverberates through the cab as if the thought of others pisses him off. “Just yours. Only yours, Firecracker. For as long as this goes.”
I run my nose along his jaw, tracing the sharp angle to his ear. “I don’t share.”
“Then make me yours.” He starts to roll my hips, back and forth along his solid length. “Slip that tight pussy over my cock and ride me until you come.”
His words light me on fire, burning me from the inside out. “What about you, Sunny? When do you get to come?”
Sutton grits his teeth so hard I hear the molars grind together. “After you. Always after you.”
I bite my lip, lifting onto my knees. “That’s right,” I say, and slowly slide down his throbbing cock.
He fucking whimpers.
“I’m going to touch your pussy now, okay? I’m going to rub your fucking pussy so you can come on my cock. Need to feel you clamp down on it like a goddamn slut.”
He pistons up into me as he says it. Circles my clit and fucks me deep, and combined with his words, I cry out. He doesn’t miss the way my body reacts. The goose bumps racing up my skin, or how I shudder in his lap.
“You like that?” he asks, voice dripping with desire. He uses my fluid to rub me faster. “You like when I call you a slut?”
“Mm-hmm!” I moan through a deep stroke. I don’t know why I like it, but I do. It’s just another one of those things Sutton does that feels good. It feels real.
My eyes slam closed as I undulate on his lap, keeping the speed under my control. My clit rubs against Sutton’s fingers. Each swipe brings me closer to the blissful edge.
Sudden movement has me opening my eyes. Sutton reaches across the seat, picking up a baseball cap. He flicks my hair over my shoulder and settles the hat on my head, spinning it so the bill is backward. Then he curls his fingers around my neck.
“Is this how it works?” Sutton’s hand around my neck holds me steady while he pistons in me from below.
“How what works?” The words fall from my mouth in sharp pants.
“Whoever puts the hat on her gets the girl?”
My thighs tighten. The space below my navel pools with lava, warning me I’m close. The truck shocks bounce with the increasing tempo. “Sutton.”
“Not that one.”
I fight against closing my eyes. “Sunny.”
He drags me in for a deep, hard kiss. “Give it to me, Firecracker.”
“I’m close.”
“Need you to come for me. Soak my cock, baby.” He tightens his circles around my clit.
“Almost there.”
“That’s it,” Sutton croons the moment I start to quake. “Fuck, Alice, you squeeze me so good.”
I clamp down on him in climax. My head falls back, hair trailing down my back as I surrender to the ecstasy seizing my muscles. He throbs inside me, the warning pulse that he’s about to follow.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” Sutton’s voice is hoarse. “I’m going to fucking fill you,” he grunts, releasing inside me a second later.
His cock pulses deep. I relish the feeling of him filling me to the brim like he said he would. He buries his face with a guttural rumble, the sound muffled in my neck. The sharp sting of teeth burying in my sensitive skin sends a secondary pulse to my core.
I collapse against his chest. A light mist of dewy sweat sticks to my cheek. Satisfaction threatens to coast me straight to sleep. I run my fingers over his heaving pecs, flicking his nipple with my fingernail.
Sutton jolts. His cock twitches inside me. “Hey now. That’s sensitive.”
Leaning over, I soothe it with my tongue. “Better?”
“In more ways than one.”
A sharp rap on the door has me scrambling. Sutton locks me down with an arm slung across my back. Reaching over, he hits the handle, cracking the door an inch.
“What?” he snaps.
“City ordinance says at least one of you has to come up for air every sixty seconds.” Silas loses his stern tone halfway through the scolding and ends with a laugh.
“Go the fuck away.” Sutton starts to close the door.
Silas’s fingers appear in the crack. “Seriously though. I thought I was done catching my big brother in the back of a pickup in high school. You might need some new shocks on this thing.”
Heat blazes my cheeks. I bury my face in Sutton’s chest as my shoulders shake with silent laughter.
“You are done,” Sutton mutters.
“Actually, I’m on duty tonight, and unless you want the town gossiping about all that rockin’ you’re doing back here, you should get going. Bar closes in half an hour.”
“Fuck. Is it that late already?” Sutton says more to me than his brother.
“I can see that you were distracted, but it is, in fact, just about closing time.” Silas continues talking by singing a few bars of the song by Semisonic.
“You mind going so we can get out of here?”
Silas steps back with a grin, tucking his hands into the edges of his police vest. “Seen enough of your dick to last a lifetime, brother.”
Sutton lifts me in his attempt to get the door, and he slips out from between my thighs. Involuntarily, I gasp while Sutton groans at the sudden loss of connection.
“Okay, ew. Gross. Whatever you guys are doing, just stop before I have to write a fucking ticket. My god, save it for when you’re alone.”
Sutton grits his teeth. “Will you fucking get gone already?”
Silas throws up his hands and walks to his cruiser. “Gladly,” he yells, probably drawing the attention of anyone in the parking lot.
I right my thong and yank on my shorts, for once, thankful my height gives me an advantage. Sutton struggles to slip his pants back above his knees in the cramped extended cab.
“Well, that was fun.” I look up from buttoning my shorts to find Sutton’s intense gaze on my face.
“I’ll never forget it.”