Chapter 8
~ Troy ~
Istopped at the edge of town, where all lights were gone and pulled my truck off the path. Anelise sat next to me, her gaze outside, but I could see the smirk on her lips.
“If you were anyone else, Troy, I might say you’d come out this way to kill me.”
“No. But this is something I’d do when I was traveling just to feel a little more at home.”
I threw the truck into park and killed the engine, reaching behind my seat for a couple of blankets. With a wink her way, I jumped out of the cab and threw the blankets in the bed, before opening her door and helping her out.
I laid the thickest one down first and then laid down, holding my arms out to her. She quickly hopped into them, and I pulled the second blanket over us.
“Star gazing,” she muttered.
“Yup,” though she didn’t need a response.
“I didn’t know you enjoyed this.”
“I’d used to do it a lot with Markus, actually. We’d go out, especially after the games, have a beer or two, and just talk while gazing at the stars. It was a peaceful time.”
“A great bonding time.”
“Sure is,” I told her, rubbing her arm.
Damn, she felt good, laying up on me like she did.
I mean, my thoughts when I came out here weren’t to do anything, other than to show her a piece of myself people hardly got to see. The only one I’d ever do this with was Markus, and it really was just to kick back and talk shit.
“It’s romantic, you know.”
“Yeah?” I questioned, looking at her rather than the display above us.
She grinned before she shifted, her body rubbing against mine as her lips landed on mine. Her hand snaked up and cupped the back of my neck, drawing me even closer. Not that I would deny her that.
I wrapped my other arm around her, hauling her over my body as my tongue flicked against her mouth, seeking entrance. She obeyed, her tongue caressing mine as she rocked against me, driving me wild with desire.
What was it about her that my dick raging?
It was insane how hard she made me. Not that I would change it. But it was just crazy because no one had been able to do that. I mean, ever!
Before I could think, her lips were off mine and they were trailing over my neck, causing goosebumps to break out along my arms.
Most women never figured out how sensitive my neck was, but she quickly got the idea.
With her jean clad pussy right over my hard dick, she pushed, twisted, and rubbed it over my ragging cock, all while finding the spot where shoulder and neck meet. And would you know it, she sucked hard, nearly causing my hips to buck.
I moaned, my fingers digging into her hips, unable to recall anytime I had a hickey. But she was marking me just like I was marking her.
And I was here for it.
She finally broke away, her hands making quick work of my buckle and my zipper and getting the jeans far enough down for my cock to spring out. I watched in awe as she shifted down, her mouth wrapping around my head, sucking on just the tip, before she utterly blew my mind by deep throating me.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, pushing my hips slightly as my hand wrapped around that ponytail that drove me crazy.
Her eyes lifted, watching me and for some wild reason, that was more erotic than anything else before.
She hollowed out her cheeks, sucking me hard and I clenched my teeth, fighting everything in me not to blow so quickly. But she was unravelling me in so many ways.
Her eyes showed her pleasure at my reactions, and I wanted to pump my hips into her mouth so fast and furious.
She groaned as tears started to well around her eyes, and I lost it. I held her head as I thrusted my hips quickly, making everything I had shoot down her throat. But the pure gleam in her eyes as she watched me told me everything I needed to know.
She enjoyed everything I did and everything I gave.
And that was utter perfection to me.
-----
I woke right before dawn; my arms wrapped around the lady I was starting to adore.
Well, maybe even past that. I mean, she literally blew my mind away last night.
Hell, that wasn’t even feeling her wrapped around me.
It was nice, don’t get me wrong, I thoroughly loved what she did, but damn, I wanted to feel her squeeze me.
That would have to be another time.
The thought of public sex was hot, but I didn’t want to feel her in my truck bed. I wanted her sprawled before me so that I could take my time. Or she could take her time.
I wouldn’t mind seeing her cowgirl skills being used on me.
But I still wanted her to feel good. After she blew my mind, I couldn’t fight the sleep. Not that she minded because she curled right next to me, a smile on her face.
I shifted my arms, slowly working myself away from her and then slid down her legs, making quick work of her jeans. She looked damn good in them; they molded like a second skin to her body. But they were a fucking pain in the ass to remove when I was trying to be sneaky with them.
I finally pushed them down far enough so I could spread her thighs, her pussy on display for me.
And she glistened, just like the morning dew.
But this, this was far better than that.
I blew lightly against her, grinning as she wiggled a little. Then I spread her lips, my tongue slowly running over her.
Even like this, where she wasn’t turned on, she tasted amazing.
Sweet.
Perfect for any morning snack.
Which, I don’t think I would tire of if I got the joy of tasting this each morning.
I trailed my tongue upward, over her clit and flicked it before pulling it into my mouth to tug on it.
She gasped, her back arching slightly and her fingers dug into my hair.
Her eyes opened and locked with mine, just as the sun started to rise. I didn’t need to see it; I could just watch it in the pools of her eyes.
“Troy,” she moaned, arching upward again, but she wasn’t going to rush me. I wanted to taste every little bit of her. I wanted to take her to the edge and back. I wanted her to coat my face so that I could taste her all day long.
“I like that. I want more of it too,” I told her, before slipping my tongue back in faster.
“Fuck,” she whispered, her fingers tugging on my locks. But I didn’t care. She could tug, yank, scratch me all she wanted, and I’d love her all the more for it.
Because that meant she was claiming me.
Because she wanted to tell the world I was off limits.
And I was.
I fully belonged to her. Just like she fully belonged to me.
Even if she didn’t admit it yet.
I worked back up to her clit, sucking on it harder as I slid a finger into her.
Her gasps, her cries, her parted mouth, and dilated eyes all fucking made me harder than I thought I would be. But I still vowed that our first time together would not be here.
“That’s it, Cowgirl,” I told her, adding another finger while I flicked and sucked on her clit yet again.
“Shit, Troy, I’m coming.”
“Do it. Coat my face. Let me taste every last part of you.”
She stared at me as if that was something new, and even in the midst of this passion, that pissed me off.
Had no one treated her right?
I was about to change that. I was going to make sure that she was a woman pleased both in the bedroom and out of it.
“Let. Me. Fucking. Taste. You.” I enunciated each word with a nip at her clit and a fast and hard thrust of my fingers against her.
“Oh fuck!” she screamed, her legs shaking as she came, giving me just what I wanted. I licked her clean, her body trembling from the aftereffects, and I felt like a king.
“No one…did…that…” she started as I held her.
“Not anymore,” I told her and meant it.