Chapter SixBlowing off Steam #2
She rolls her hips against me in a fluid rocking motion, and whatever I meant to say dissolves into a long groan.
Jo sets a rhythm that's almost torturous---slow and deliberate at first, then quickening the pace as her need to come escalates.
My dick has never been this hard before.
Jolene Callahan turns me on like nobody else ever could.
I try to focus on Jo while she fucks me, but I get distracted by her breasts and the way they bounce with every movement.
I can't resist leaning forward to corral one stiff peak between my lips.
"Oh, yes, Clay, yes-yes-yes!" she cries out, her fingers tangled in my hair while she clutches my head to her breast. The taste of her skin, salty and sweet, makes me growl against her nipple. I suck harder, using my teeth to graze the sensitive flesh, and she cries out softly.
"That's it, baby," I mumble against her breast before switching to the other one briefly. "Let me hear you say my name, darlin', please."
Jo's movements grow more urgent as she grinds her hips down over and over, riding me with increasing desperation.
Little grunts tumble from her lips. The truck rocks with our movements while the windows begin to fog up from the heat we're generating with our bodies.
I grip her ass, helping to guide her rhythm as she takes what she needs from me.
I don't know how much longer I can hold out.
"Clay, I'm so close," she whimpers as her nails dig into my shoulders. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
I thrust up to meet her downward strokes, the angle hitting that perfect spot inside her that makes her gasp and arch her back. Her inner muscles flutter around me, and I can tell she's climbing toward the edge of a cliff.
"That's it, Jo," I snarl. "Come for me, darlin', do it right now ."
Her rhythm falters as the pleasure escalates and her breaths turn into ragged gasps against my neck. I can feel the tension coiling in her body, every muscle drawn tight as she chases her release.
I need to let go too, but not until she does. My cock is stiff as a board, but I can feel the sizzling power of my release rolling down my spine. That means I don't have much time. So, I swallow one nipple and suck so hard so fast that she can't hold out anymore.
"Clay, I'm---oh God---I'm about to---"
Her words dissolve into a scream of pure ecstasy as she blows apart in my arms. Her body convulses around my cock in waves of pleasure so intense that I can't hold back my own climax for much longer. The way she shouts my name, broken and breathless, almost undoes me completely.
And I give up on holding out. "Jo, baby, keep fucking me until I'm spent."
She does exactly that, pumping her hips harder and faster while I shout and release everything I have inside her sweet little body. My shout of ecstasy is almost deafening inside the truck. After a couple more spasms, my dick is done---and I'm spent too.
I'm speechless from what we just did. So, all I can do is hold onto her hips and watch while she rides out the aftershocks. "You're amazing."
"You're not so bad yourself, cowboy," she whispers, her voice deliciously raspy.
I touch my forehead to hers, both of us panting as we come down from our shared high. Sex has never been this mind-blowing for me, not ever. Jolene Callahan does this to me.
We stay this way for a while, our bodies still joined, our breath mingling.
The windows are completely fogged up now, creating a private cocoon around us.
Jo's skin seems to glow with a thin sheen of sweat, and I can't resist gliding my hands up her sides, marveling at how soft she feels beneath my calloused palms.
Then she climbs off my lap and wrestles with her clothes until she's presentable for public viewing again.
Jo waves toward the driver's door, where I'm still sitting.
"Thanks for the awesome sex, Clay. I really needed it.
Here's twenty bucks. It should cover cab fare back to wherever you left your pickup. "
When she tries to shoo me away, I grasp her upper arms to stall her exit. "Jolene Callahan, are you trying to twist this into a one-time quickie? 'Cause that's total bullshit."
"I have no interest in relationships. Everybody knows that."
"Jo---"
When I don't move, she scrambles over me and pushes the door open, slithering out of the cab like a thief trying to escape from the cops. Except this is her truck. Why is she running away? Guess she's as confused as I am.
I lean halfway out the door and shout, "Where are you going, Jo? This is your truck."
She freezes for a moment, then gradually rotates toward me. And she makes a sheepish face. "Yeah, I forgot it's my truck."
I shake my head in disbelief, climbing out of the truck to halt beside her. "Come on, Jo, let's talk about this."
She chews on the inside of her lip for a moment. Then she waves for me to go away. "See you at the next rodeo, McKendrick."
Jo hurries back to her vehicle.
I'm so damn confused I can't think straight. By the time I've regained my senses, her truck is racing down the road amid a storm of dust.
On the cab ride back to my place, all I can think about is Jolene Callahan and the look on her face when she came all over my cock.