Missing Pieces - Chapter 17
Hailey
Monday
His lips crashed back down onto mine. I ran my fingers through his wet hair as he pulled my thighs around his waist, lifting me off the car. All I could focus on was that kiss. Suddenly nothing mattered but him. This moment was all I needed. He was all I needed.
I knew what was about to happen. And I didn't care if it was on the hood of his car or on the side of the road. All that mattered was that in a few seconds I'd be full of him. I heard the click of the car door opening.
I laughed as I pulled back from the kiss.
"I don't actually want to get in the car.
I want you. How much more obvious do I need to be?
" I tightened my legs around his waist. He looked even more handsome when he was soaked.
His shaggy hair was stuck to his forehead, and droplets of water hung seductively to his eyelashes. God, I was in trouble.
"That's why I'm coming in with you." He ducked down and suddenly the rain wasn't falling on us anymore. He laid me gently in the backseat and closed the door behind us.
I could still hear the rain falling against the roof but everything seemed muted now that we weren't standing in it.
It looked like he wanted to say something, but I was way past talking. I needed him to touch me. I needed his fingers, his mouth, his cock, whatever he was willing to give me. I spread my thighs apart, not embarrassed at all. Because I could tell his desires matched my own.
He put his hand on the inside of my thigh and slowly slid it up, stopping right below the hem of my jeans shorts. "You're beautiful, Hailey. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?"
"I don't need flattery." I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him toward me. "I need you to fuck me."
His lips crashed back down on mine. The hand that was on my thigh moved to the button of my shorts. In a matter of seconds he was pulling them down my legs. Without any hesitancy he thrust a finger deep inside of me.
Oh God.
He slid another one inside of me, stretching me wide. His fingers were amazing, but I wanted more. I needed him. I wanted all of him.
I reached for the button on his shorts, but he stopped my hand.
"I don't have a condom."
Shit. "I still want to please you." I could see the fabric straining around his erection. The evidence that he wanted me was all over his face too. I tried to reach for him again, but he stopped me.
He lifted my hand above my head, leaned over me, and lightly bit my earlobe.
Fuck yes.
"It's okay, Hails," he whispered in my ear. "I just want to see you come." He moved his thumb to my clit and started massaging it while his fingers started to thrust even faster.
And I wanted to let go. But not like this. I hadn't been dreaming of his fingers. I was so horny that I couldn't even be embarrassed by anything that spilled out of my mouth. "I'm on birth control. I'm clean. Please, Tyler, I need you."
"Are you sure?"
"If I don't feel you inside of me I'm going to internally combust."
He let go of my hand. This time when I started to unbutton his shorts he didn't stop me.
I let my fingers run down his happy trail and dip beneath the waistline of his boxers.
I wrapped my hand around his erection. God, he was huge.
He was going to feel so amazing inside of me.
I started to pump up and down his length with my hand.
"Fuck. This isn't going to work," he groaned.
"What?" For a second I thought I had done something wrong as he pulled away from me.
"The angle. Get on top of me, " he said as he shoved his boxers to the ground. His cock stood at attention, just waiting for me.
I had never had sex anywhere but a bed. I had never had sex with someone I had known less than a week.
And I had never had sex without a condom.
But no one had ever looked at me the way he was looking at me either.
And I had never been this wet in my life.
And I had never wanted something so badly before.
I sat up and lifted one of my thighs across his legs, straddling him in the backseat of a car on the side of a highway.
He pushed my wet tank top and bra up past my breasts and took one of my nipples in his mouth. It was like it had a direct line to my groin. I closed my eyes as I felt his hands grip my waist. He slowly lowered me onto him, sliding into me inch by inch.
"You're so fucking tight," he said against my breasts as his fingers tightened on my waist.
I had never felt this full. I let the sensation overcome me as I gripped his shoulders.
God, I couldn't move. I couldn't even think.
I let him guide my hips up and down, setting the pace.
The wonderful, wonderful pace. Nothing had ever felt this amazing before.
I dipped my fingers beneath the back of his wet shirt and down his muscular back.
His skin was so smooth. We were a tangle of wet clothes and limbs.
I had never experienced anything so sexy in my life.
His mouth moved to my other nipple. His tongue swirled around, teasing me, turning my nipples into hard peaks. I could feel myself tightening around him. Oh God, not yet. This couldn't end yet. "Stop, you're going to make me come." I felt him smile against my breast.
"I want you to come, Hailey. I want to make you come a thousand times."
Jesus Christ, where had his dirty mouth come from?
He guided my hips faster, fucking me the way I had demanded. Hard. Raw. Intense.
And I loved every second of it. I slammed my hand against the foggy window. It made a squeaking noise as he started to guide my hips even faster.
"I want to feel you come around my cock, Hails. Let me feel how much you love me inside of you, baby." He lightly bit down on my nipple.
And I completely unwound. I felt myself tightening around him. "Tyler," I panted as I grabbed a fistful of his hair. "Oh, God, Tyler!"
He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my face down to his. I felt his cock start to pulse, pressing against my walls. A second later, his release shot up inside of me as he groaned into my mouth.
And he didn't stop kissing me when he finished cumming. We continued to make out like two kids in high school. One of his hands cupped my breast and the other was squeezing my ass.
"We should have been doing that this whole trip." He kissed the side of my neck. "That was amazing."
I had never felt this warm before. I had never felt this whole before. I swallowed hard. I was in trouble. Because this didn't feel like meaningless sex. It felt like the best sex of my life. He was still buried deep inside of me and I was already wondering when we were going to do this again.
"Are you okay?" He lightly touched the side of my face. A gentle touch. A loving touch.
Instead of answering, I kissed him again. I was okay when his lips were on mine. I was okay if we stayed in this moment for as long as possible. I was okay as long as I wasn't thinking about what this meant.
My hands disappeared into his hair. I needed to touch every inch of him before this spell was broken.
If this was a onetime thing, I wanted to be able to remember it.
I needed to remember it. I wasn't naive.
I knew that our time together was limited.
In a few days I'd be going back to Indiana.
And even though he didn't seem eager to go back to New York right away, there was no way he'd ever come back with me to my small town when he was used to living in a city.
There was no point in getting attached. So why were tears starting to prickle my eyes?
Why did this feel like so much more than a summer fling?
"We should probably call a tow truck before it gets too late," he said as he kissed the side of my neck again.
"Mhm." My voice sounded strange. That was it. The moment was over. I climbed off his lap without looking at him and pulled my shorts back on. "I thought you said you could fix it?"
"I'm pretty sure the axle is bent. A new tire isn't going to fix anything. I was just...agitated."
I glanced back over at him as he buttoned his shorts back in place and reached for his phone in the front console. He didn't look agitated now. He looked relaxed, more relaxed than I had seen him since we met. And I did that. For a brief moment, I had helped him forget. He had made me forget too.
A second ago I had felt so warm. And now I was freezing cold. My clothes were soaked. The rain had somehow made the summer heat disappear. I folded my arms across my chest as Tyler started talking on the phone.
There was a lump in my throat that I couldn't seem to swallow away.
What if I didn't want to just make him feel better for a few minutes?
What if I wanted to do it again and again and again?
I bit the inside of my cheek. What was wrong with me?
I didn't do relationships. This certainly wasn't going to be an exception.
If anything, our situation was just more of a reason to keep my distance. I pulled my arms tighter around myself.
"You're shivering," he said.
I turned toward him. I hadn't even realized he was off the phone. "I'm okay."
He smiled as he put his arm around me, pulling me close.
And I was instantly warm again. How could he make me feel so secure with just one touch?
He couldn't be the one to comfort me. I needed to be able to do it myself.
I couldn't need him. I rested my head on his shoulder.
Well, maybe I could need him for just a second.