Chapter 20
Hudson
How in the actual fuck am I supposed to leave this house, leave this room, knowing that Shannon is currently in my bed?
Calling upon every ounce of self-restraint I have inside me, I turn away from her and move to the closet, stripping quickly and changing for work in here.
When I re-emerge, Shannon’s rolled onto her back, and it’s just my fucking luck that the sheets have dropped low on her right side, revealing her perfect breast.
Unable to stop myself, I walk to the edge of my bed and lean down, gently nipping and biting the tantalizing flesh.
I startle her awake as she tries to pull away before realizing it’s me and sinks back into the pillows, her hands flying to my head, keeping me in place.
I open my mouth wider, devouring her perfect tit as I squeeze it with my left hand while using my right to brace myself above her.
After another minute, she’s using both hands to pull me down on top of her. She succeeds when she grips me tightly and rolls the opposite direction, knocking me off balance.
I laugh as I land on her, quickly trying to ensure I don’t crush her. Before I can scramble off the bed, her hands are on my ass and she’s rolling her naked hips up into my groin.
“Fuuuck,” I groan. “I can feel the heat from your pussy through my pants, Shannon.”
“I need you.” The confidence in her words catches me off guard as she reaches for the belt on my uniform.
If she thinks I can walk out the door on time once she’s gotten her hands on me, she’s truly lost her mind. But I am more than happy to get her off before I go. Of course, it means I’ll be riding around with a hard-on all day, but I’m willing to make the sacrifice in order to hear her come again.
I reach between us, letting my fingers dance along her clit as I try to figure out what pressure she wants and what kind of strokes she likes first thing in the morning.
Less than a minute later, I’ve discovered what I need to know as she uses both hands to cling to my forearm, driving herself down onto my fingers.
“Ohmygod Hudson, just like that. Oh, yes. Shit, why does that feel so good?”
“Because I know what I’m doing,” I reply.
She’s fully exposed to me now that I’ve kicked the sheets away from her beautiful body. I can see the pink flush of her cheeks in the moonlight that has returned following the storm and is streaming through the window. It’ll be at least two more hours before the sun is up.
With my left middle finger sunk deep inside her, I move my right thumb to her clit and reach my right index and middle fingers over her pubic bone to apply pressure to her lower stomach and her back bows off the bed.
“Holy shit!” she yells, catapulting into her orgasm.
I don’t let up on the pressure I’m applying, knowing it’s smashing her anterior wall right into her pelvic floor muscles activating the intense orgasm she’s feeling now.
Sure, scientifically it’s not sexy, but looking at her all sweaty, and writhing, and sated, I don’t give a shit what it’s called, I’m just glad I know how to do it.
Finally coming down from the high, she throws her arm across her face.
“What the actual fuck was that?” she asks, making me laugh. I don’t think I’ve heard her use the word fuck yet and I like the way it sounds coming out of her mouth.
I move her arm off her eyes and make her look at me.
“That was how you’re supposed to wake up every day.” Pulling my finger from her, I suck it into my mouth, not bothering to conceal the groan that escapes around it.
The look in her eyes is broadcasting her thoughts as clear as day.
She likes it when I’m dirty.
God, she’s perfect.
I roll onto my stomach and slide down the mattress so my head is between her legs. “I’ve gotta roll, but I need one more taste to get me through until lunch.”
Sliding my tongue along her cunt, aware that she’s still sensitive, I move slowly, savoring the flavor, careful not to overstimulate her. After one more lick, I reluctantly push myself off the bed just as a stroke of genius slams into me. “I’ll be back in a second.”
I run into the bathroom, snag my electric toothbrush off the counter, rip the actual brush head off, and go back into my room, holding the device out to her.
She reaches for it with a confused look on her face, reminding me of the day I brought her flowers.
“It doesn’t do me any good without the brush part.” She laughs.
A wicked grin tugs at the corners of my mouth. “It’s the closest thing I have to a vibrator. Get yourself off as many times as you can in my sheets before you go. When I’m alone in this bed tonight, with my fist wrapped around my cock, I want your scent wrapped around me.”
She says nothing as she stares me down, arches a brow, and presses the power button. Sliding it beneath the sheets, she finally speaks.
“Don’t be late for w-work. See you…at lunch,” she stutters getting the words out and I know the vibrating handle of my toothbrush has just made contact with her swollen clit.
“Ah, fuck, Shannon. This is best kind of torture, baby.”
I want to kiss her forehead, but I know if I get any closer, I’m not actually leaving. So, instead, I pull the door shut behind me, grab my coffee and my keys, and head out to my truck to start my day.
The morning passes in a blur of smiles and singing in the truck and before I know it, it’s lunchtime.
Although I scheduled my lunch break to correspond with deliveries in Shannon’s neighborhood, it’s not a good look to leave my truck in her driveway longer than a minute or two.
Thankfully, her house is right next to the cul-de-sac at the end of the street.
It’ll have to do.
Hudson
Grab the baby monitor and come to the cul-de-sac. I can’t stay long.
Shannon
On my way.
Three minutes later, there’s a knock on my driver’s side door which is facing a natural area of trees and not a house.
Shannon’s got her baby monitor in one hand and a nondescript box in the other.
As soon as I open the door, she climbs inside and I pull her to the back of the truck, pressing her into the wall of boxes stacked to the side.
I lean into her, unable to keep my body from hers.
“Hi.” Her voice is husky as she gives me a sly smile.
“Hi,” I return with nothing but gravel.
Shannon’s hands find my chest immediately, her fingers sure and greedy. All of her trembling and fumbling from yesterday, gone. The fingers on one hand fan out across my pec and her other hand slides lower, killing me slowly.
“I’ve been dying to touch you all morning,” she says, her eyes not meeting mine.
“You can touch me however you want.” Please, I think to myself.
She wraps the hand from my chest around the back of my neck and pulls my face to hers.
Her tongue isn’t shy. It sweeps along my lips before tangling with my own.
Our wet tongues slide across one another easily, hungrily.
Desperation for each other’s touch is in the air all around us, driving us forward with a powerful need.
Our hands are everywhere. She wants inside my uniform and fuck, I want to let her go there.
Suddenly, she pulls back, her eyes fixated at the front of the truck where a small camera sits.
“Does that thing record inside the truck?” she asks.
“No, it’s external for crashes and is triggered by harsh breaking, swerving, or a collision.
The newer trucks have both, though. So, let’s hope they let me keep this one for a while.
” Suddenly, she opens the box she brought and pulls out a small pillow.
She drops it on my dirty floor and lands on top of it on her knees.
Seeing her knees hit my dirty truck floor, I remind her that she doesn’t have to suck my cock every time we’re together.
I just like hanging out with her whether or not her mouth is on me.
She stills her movements and looks up at me. “I know. With you, I don’t feel like I have to do anything…but want to? Yeah, Hudson, I want to do a lot of things to you.”
I’m rendered speechless as she goes to work unbuckling my belt and popping the button on my pants.
In another motion, she’s got my zipper down and is tugging at my pants and boxers, preparing to set me free.
Once my pants are past my erection, Shannon pauses at the tattoo on my thigh, outlining it with her lips and tongue.
Before I can stop myself, my hand is in her hair.
It’s a far cry from her mouth being where I need it, but just the sensation of that warm, wet mouth trailing over my skin has the tip of my cock weeping for her as goosebumps break out across my flesh.
She pulls back to examine my cock as it bobs in front of her face, pleading for her to put it in her mouth, and I swear I almost come just from her looking at it.
“This is what I thought about every time I came in your bed this morning,” she says with complete honesty.
And then her mouth is on me and I have to throw my free arm over the nearest stack of boxes to steady myself as I pray like my life fucking depends on it that I don’t jerk my hips forward and hurt her.
But goddamn does her mouth feel good.
I’m learning a lot about myself in these moments.
The hesitancy only sticks around until you reach a certain point.
Once you cross that line of infidelity, it’s crossed.
It doesn’t matter if it happens once or thirty times, you’re officially a cheater, and the farther down the rabbit hole you go, the less you start to care. The easier the justifications become.
I know one thing for certain: there has never been, and most likely never will be, another sexual act as fucking hot as sneaking around in the back of this truck.
Clandestine meetings tucked away in my house, secret texts, the all-encompassing desire to see her, hear her voice, and steal a kiss.
It fuels my desire and my passion to unprecedented levels.