47. Weston
Use it as fuel, Hud told me. I’m simply following his suggestion.
Although probably not quite in the way he had in mind.
I stomp over to Renee, grab her by the elbow, and drag her back to the model car.
“Weston, what—why—what’s the matter?”
I don’t say anything. I just spin her around by the hips and knock her thighs apart with my knee. My hands find the hem of her sundress and flip it up. Then I shove her panties aside and plunge my fingers into her heat.
“Oh!” she cries out, pressing her face to the metal of the hood. “Weston, what are you?—”
“Shut up,” I snarl. It’s aggressive, downright feral, but something in the shocked gape of her mouth says that she likes that in me.
She likes my caveman side.
She likes seeing me go primal.
I work my fingers inside of her as I bend down and nip at her neck.
“I don’t like seeing you talk to motherfuckers like that,” I rasp. “I don’t like seeing him look at you that way. I don’t like him giving you his number, or thinking he has a chance, or envisioning how you’d sound if he ever got the chance to do to you what I’m doing right now.” I swipe my thumb over her nub and I get exactly the musical, breathy moan I was hoping for.
“Weston…”
“Because these things are for me. For me and me alone. Do you understand that, Renee?”
Her thighs are trembling now. She nods, too turned on for words.
“We said this would be casual, but you know what I’ve decided? I don’t fucking do casual. I don’t just nibble at my meals, Renee; I fucking devour them.”
In one swoop, I scoop her up and splay her on her back across the hood. I rip her panties off of her and cast them aside, then lower my mouth to just an inch above her soaking wet pussy.
“Do you want me to devour you?”
She nods again. It’s so desperate, pleading with her entire body.
“Then say it.”
“Lick me, Weston. Lick my pussy.” She bucks her hips up toward me, but I shove her back down in place. We’re moving on my time right now. Not hers.
“Again.”
“Please, Weston. I’m dying for you.”
Her voice is a plea, a cry, a whimper, and a command. It’s also the hottest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. My dick is hard enough to pound nails and I’m going to fuck her soon enough.
But I can do this first.
I can give her this first.
So I cross the last inch remaining between me and her sweetness and I take that first beautiful taste.
It doesn’t take much to push her right up to the edge. She is the kind of woman who likes the danger of knowing we could be interrupted, of knowing anyone could walk in here any time.
I love that about her.
What I love even more is that she’s ready to come almost as soon as my tongue touches her. Her body clenches and she pushes her hand into my hair, holding my head as my lips suckle at her clit. I add two fingers pulsing into her and just like that, it’s game over.
“Weston!” she cries out, bouncing her hips in time with the rhythm of my fingers while her body spasm and contorts. “Oh, God, Weston!”
She comes like that, so beautiful for me, spread out on the hood of this beautiful car. I’m aching already from head to toe. The need to have more is burning inside of me like poison in my veins. Every cell is flaming with it.
When she’s finished and the spasm subsides, I drag her down and bend her over the hood once again.
Now, this is a car endorsement I can get behind.
Literally.
I yank my pants down, free my cock, and plunge inside of her. I don’t have a condom, but there isn’t enough money in the goddamn world to make me wear one right now. I want to feel her without anything between us.
Her fingers scrabble over the car’s hood in search of something to grab. I press a palm to her back to keep her flat there as I slowly work myself all the way inside of her, until I’m buried to the hilt.
I move tenderly, gently. I want this to last; I want to feel the walls of her pussy convulse around my cock and milk me as she comes.
I back out, ready to dive in slowly again, but Renee isn’t having anything “slow.” She bucks back to meet me, slamming her ass against my hips.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “You’re so fucking good, P. You’re so fucking beautiful for me.”
I keep forgetting to breathe. Tightness builds up in my chest and my balls as we crash together again and again. She moans my name the whole time.
“You belong to me, Renee,” I growl back. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. All yours.”
That’s what does it for me. She comes, I come, we all erupt in one hot, spasming meltdown. I unleash all of me inside of her and she takes every last drop.
The world goes black around the edges. All I can see is her.
When I can stand again, I reluctantly take my cock out of her and tuck it away while she adjusts her clothes back into place. I can’t help but smirk as I watch.
“What?” she snaps.
“I hope the cameras were rolling. That was a car commercial I’d be proud to be associated with.”
She laughs and shakes her head, skin pink with embarrassment. “I don’t think ‘vehicle is built to withstand intense fucking’ is exactly the celebrity endorsement that the owners were hoping for.”
I shrug and pull her close so I can kiss her sweaty forehead. “I don’t know. It’s a pretty compelling selling point for me.”
“You think they’re all waiting for us outside?” Her cheeks grow pinker.
“Maybe. Would you care?”
“Nope. I don’t mind people knowing I’m getting mine.”
“Getting yours?” I smile because I like the way she puts things.
“Oh, yeah. This friends-with-benefits thing is really working out for me.”
“Yeah,” I tell her. “Me, too.”
Understatement of my fucking life.