Chapter 48 Bryce
Once the truck was tucked within the tree line, it would hardly be visible from the road in the daytime, so I felt confident parking, turning off the headlights and taking Jada’s face in my hands so I could kiss her. The only illumination was the lights on the dash glowing green.
She kissed me deeply, then her lips trailed over my jaw, my neck. Against my ear, she murmured, “You know what I was thinking of earlier?”
My voice scraped against my throat. “What’s that?”
“Let me show you.” Leaning over the center console, she reached for the button on my jeans.
Lifting my hips gave her easier access to the button where her hand found my already hardening cock.
While she rubbed it with her hand, she lifted my shirt, kissing and licking my stomach, trailing down to the base of my cock and back up in a slow, teasing dance that had me rocking in my seat, desperate for her mouth to move farther down.
Just when I thought she was about to taste my cock, she moved her mouth around to my sack, playing with my balls in a way that had my hand tightening in her coily hair. “Fuck, Jada,” I moaned. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Only to send you to heaven,” she murmured against my sack. The vibration had my eyes rolling back in my head.
“I know you will, baby.” I clenched my free hand on the armrest of the door. She was so fucking hot, it was like my eyes were magnets to her. The outside world? Who fucking cared when she was here, when she was touching me like this.
And when I felt like I wouldn’t be able to hold on to reality any longer, she enveloped the head of my cock with her mouth. Something about seeing her lips circled around my cock made me go fucking feral.
“Look at me,” I ordered her.
Her gaze flicked toward mine.
“You listen so well,” I told her. “You take my cock so well.” I arched my hips, silently begging for her to take more.
Her lips opened wide, letting me drive in until my tip butted against the soft edge of her throat. Her hands moved up, working the length of my cock that wouldn’t fit.
“That’s it. Now move, baby,” I commanded.
Instantly, her head bobbed at a furious pace while her hands worked just as fast.
“Perfect,” I moaned. “So fucking perfect.” I clenched the door handle, doing my best to hold on for her. I never wanted this to end.
Heat grew in the cab until sweat beaded on my forehead—from the effort of not coming or our body heat, I didn’t know. Either way, I gritted out, “I’m close.” Instead of stopping or pulling away, she moved faster, more urgently.
“Jada.” My voice was strangled. “I—I—” My muscles were tightening; I could feel the orgasm building inside of me.
But she didn’t stop.
Soon, my dick spurted, the heat of my cum blending with the feel of her tongue and soon, the pulse of her swallows as she took down every fucking drop.
She didn’t stop until every bit was gone, until she pulled up gasping for air, lips tinged with extra color.
I stared at her in shock. “Jada, you... I...” Why weren’t any words coming to me? I was so damn speechless. “I...”
Sparing me a reply, she leaned in and kissed me. It was all I could do to hold her and kiss her, showing her how much I loved every bit of that moment with her. “You’re amazing,” I finally managed.
Her smile moved against my mouth, making my cock twitch for a second time. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“We should do it again. Soon. Like, in fifteen minutes,” I teased.
She chuckled breathlessly. Happy. I liked her laugh—it seemed like a miracle that I’d get to hear it for the rest of my life.
“You know...” I told her. “These seats lean back pretty far.”
With another kiss, she said, “I think your family is probably wondering what’s taking us so long already. There will be time for more tonight.”
My cock twitched again, hopeful fucker. “I can’t wait,” I murmured against her lips. Then I sat back, buttoning my jeans. “You know, this is a real problem.”
Her brows arched, concerned. “What is?”
“I’m going to be walking around with a hard-on all day thinking of this evening.”
She giggled again. “Sounds like a safety hazard.”
“You have no idea,” I muttered. When my pants were on the right way and her blouse was straightened again, I got back on the dirt road. In just a few miles, I saw the metal sign hanging over the turnoff I’d taken thousands of times.
“This is the turnoff for home,” I told her.
She looked up at the sign, pretty brown eyes wide with wonder. “Wow,” she breathed, looking around. Along the dirt road were rolling hills with yellowing grass waving in the breeze like a rippling golden sea. “It looks like something out of a movie.”
“Just wait,” I said, knowing what was coming next.
We topped the hill. A simple white farmhouse came into view surrounded by a white wooden fence. It was a sight to behold with the beautiful prairie behind it.
“This is where you grew up?” she asked.
I nodded. No matter how old I got, this place always felt like a sanctuary from the outside world. Whether it was from mean kids at school, the pressure of college exams, or now problems with work, I always felt more at peace here.
When we got to the driveway, I parked alongside a couple of pickups and a silver sedan. And when I looked toward the house again, I saw my dad waiting for me by the front gate. He wore the same cream-colored cowboy hat as always, paired with worn denim jeans and a T-shirt.
“That’s my dad,” I said softly. “Everyone calls him Gray.”
I rolled to a stop in the driveway, and Dad walked up to the truck, spinning his finger in the signal to roll down the window.
He wasn’t smiling though. Shouldn’t he be happy to meet Jada? I looked over at her to give her a reassuring smile before rolling down the window.
But when I looked back at my dad, he wore a pinched expression as he said, “We need to talk.”