Chapter 12
Sam
Ifelt like a teenager, messing around with a girl in a cramped back seat. It hadn’t gotten any easier in the twenty-odd years since I had last tried it, but AJ was a hard woman to deter. And I wasn’t exactly resisting.
“Take off your boots and lay down,” she ordered.
Yes, ma’am.
I kicked off my boots and stretched out on my back. The leather of the seat was cold even through my jeans, but I’d strip naked and roll in the snow right now if it meant getting my hands on AJ.
She yanked her yoga pants and underwear off one leg and left them hanging on the other. She straddled me, leaning down to hit me with a hungry kiss.
Whatever heat had remained in the cab had gone out the door when I’d opened it, but I wasn’t about to put a pause on what we were doing long enough to jump into the front seat and crank the engine.
“I wish we had time to really stretch this out, but it’s freezing in here, so how does quick and dirty sound?” she suggested.
A masculine growl escaped my chest. I could feel the heat of her core against my jeans where my dick was knocking to be let out. It really was getting cold in here. Still, I wanted more skin.
AJ clearly had the same thought as she pushed my shirt up rather than taking it off before fumbling with the fly of my jeans.
I lifted my hips and helped her pull them down just far enough to free my cock.
The cold air hit my exposed skin, and I pulled AJ down onto my chest. The smooth skin of her hand wrapped around my base, and a strangled sigh escaped my lips.
Quick and dirty might be way too accurate a description at the rate that she was firing me up.
She danced her thumb over the tip, which was lubricated by my own precum. Her lips were on my neck, and her hips were starting a slow rhythm.
“You’ve been keeping this from me all day,” she all but purred as she drove me crazy with just one thumb.
“Well, I could have pulled it out when we met, but I think that’s a crime.” I tried to laugh, but all my attention was on the movement of her hand. “I need to feel you.”
She yanked off her jacket, followed by her sweatshirt, T-shirt, and bra. The last three were thrown into a heap on the floor. She shivered, causing her breasts to dance before yanking my plaid jacket back over her shoulders.
The front hung open, leaving a very enticing strip of flesh on display.
I grunted my approval and slid my hands up to cup her breasts. She was driving me crazy, and it was time to return the favor.
She let out an audible gasp, and I smirked in satisfaction.
“Does that feel good?”
“Shit, Sam, your hands are freezing.”
I chuckled and started to move my hands away, but she held them in place.
“I didn’t say stop.”
I circled my thumbs over her nipples, and the moan she let out went straight to my straining cock.
AJ let out a small sigh before raising herself up on her knees and sliding all the way down my length until I was buried to the hilt. She froze. I froze. Air ceased to move in and out of my lungs as sensation pulsed through me.
“Fuck, AJ, you feel good.”
She groaned her agreement and then started to move on me—slowly pushing herself up until only my tip remained inside and then dropping herself down until I was buried again.
The jolt that shot through me every time she pushed down to meet me was euphoric, and I slid one of my hands down from her chest to tease the bundle of nerves at her center.
Her pace faltered. Her knee slipped off the side of the seat.
I brought one hand to her hip, controlling the pace while raising my hips to meet hers.
“Oh God, Sam, I’m close.”
Jesus, this girl was going to be the death of me.
I focused on sliding tight circles over her clit with my thumb and holding myself back.
How the hell could I maintain control looking up at her, half encased in shadow, as she rode me?
Her head was back, and just a little bit of her perfect chest bouncing was visible through the opened jacket.
I could feel her inner walls starting to pulse around me, and heat spread from my groin out through my limbs.
My muscles tensed, abs contracting, and I held on just long enough to see her arch her back like a stretching cat and let out a strangled cry before I let myself go.
My thrusts became uncoordinated and frantic as I tried to keep her orgasm going.
When her breath started to slow, I wrapped one arm around her shoulders as she collapsed onto my chest. I pulled the coat to the side, so that her bare chest rested against me, and her coat enveloped us in a warm cocoon. She nestled her head into the crook of my neck and took my hand in hers.
I can’t believe we just did that.
There was something primal about sex in my truck. It was cold, dirty, and all consuming.
She was laying on my chest, her heart beating hard from an orgasm I gave her, my jacket around her shoulders, and my body heat keeping her warm.
A neanderthal, protective instinct was flowing through me that made me want to stamp “Mine” across her forehead.
But was that really true? I didn’t think so.
I knew I had no chance of competing with her all-consuming job, but she was here now, and I tightened my arms around her.