Chapter 22 When Fantasy Becomes Reality #2
She erupts into a fit of giggles, holding onto the tailgate for balance as she folds over laughing, her eyes filling with
tears over the sheer comedy of my pathetic-ness. I don’t blame her for laughing. I am pathetic.
“I’m so bad I don’t even let my mother come to watch me play... and she tries to, but I refuse. It’s too embarrassing. But God, I love skating with those old dudes. I have my entire retirement plan in place, thanks to those humbling assholes.”
I can’t help but smile as I drop my chin and walk over to her. It’s good to see her laughing. I like it a lot more than the
yelling. But if I’m being honest, I like it all.
She reaches up, using me for balance as her giggles slow down.
“Are you about done?”
She blows out a happy sigh as she finally regains control of herself and wipes at the tears in her eyes. “I needed that.”
“Well, good. I am here to serve you, after all.”
She blinks slowly and licks her lips, the smile on her face completely dazzling me as my intrusive thoughts spill out this
time. “I really need you to take your coat off.”
Her brows twitch as she gazes up at me. “What? Why?”
“Because when I fuck you inside my truck in about sixty seconds, it’s going to get in my damn way.”
My cock swells as all humor leaves her face, and her eyes dance over every one of my features as she tries to make sense of
the words that just spilled out of my mouth. She’s trying to make sense of them, and I suppose I’d like to make sense of them
too. I don’t know what the fuck is going on. I haven’t fucked the same woman within a couple weeks in years. It’s always just
been about release, so I’ve been able to forget the girl I was with easily and move on to the next.
But Dakota is undeniably unforgettable. My mind has been consumed with her for far too long, and this isn’t about her confidence
or her insecurities or her ex or even that douchebag bondage guy. I’m done playing wingman when I want her in the cockpit.
I turn on my heel to open the door to my truck, pointing silently at the cab. Her eyes move from me to the truck and back
to me, and the minute she strides over to me and tosses her coat inside, it’s like the puck has dropped.
I grab the back of her neck and seal my lips over hers, swallowing her needy whimper as she kisses me back.
Our tongues dance as my hand shifts down to grip two fistfuls of her tits, squeezing them together, fighting the urge to grab the dress and rip it down the front so I can taste her skin on my lips.
Lick the flesh that’s filling my hands so perfectly.
She moans, and my cock pulses at the sound of her.
God, she makes the best fucking noises.
“Get in the back seat and take off your panties.” I drop down to press against her so she can feel my erection on her center.
“I’m not wearing any panties,” she breathes, her eyes on my lips as she fists my shirt.
“Good girl.” I pull away and smack her ass, shutting the front door and helping her into the back. She slides to the center,
and I move in next to her. But before I even get the door closed, her hands are on my dick, her lips are on my neck, and she’s
rubbing my length over my jeans, thickening the painful bulge in my pants. My head falls back as I pump into her palm, reveling
in how good the friction feels. How good her hands look on me.
Thank fuck this parking spot is dark so no other pervert gets to see this. Her. Because she is mine and mine alone right now.
“What do you want me to do?” she asks, pulling back and staring at my dick. She bites her lip and I feel my cock pulse over
the sight of her slowly losing control.
“What do you want to do?” I watch her mind whirl with possibility as my body hums with desire, my cock begging to feel her
skin on mine.
As if she reads my thoughts, a smirk lights up her face as she undoes my belt and pulls my length out, gripping my shaft tightly
in her smooth palm.
“Ah,” I grunt as sparks of heat fight against her cool fingers while she fists me. I want her so fucking bad. Have I ever
wanted a woman this bad?
I don’t have time to debate that as her hot lips wrap around my cock, her head dropping so low, my tip hits the back of her throat and I feel her gag.
“Yeah, baby,” I croak, slicing my hand into her hair to ride her. “Choke on me.”
She must enjoy my words as she picks up speed, her head relentlessly bobbing over me, her teeth catching around my tip in
the most wicked way that sends shock waves through my entire body. My abs contract, and my chest pounds as my cock bulges
and seeps into her mouth. I can feel her greedy tongue tasting me, lapping around the tip, and swallowing my precum drip by
drip.
Fuck, I’m going to come already.
I grip her hair at the roots to gently pull her off, my cock aching at the view of her smudged lipstick and tear-filled eyes.
“What did you want to happen tonight, Ace?”
“Huh?” she says, wiping the edges of her lips, her hooded eyes blinking back at me.
“In there.” I nod toward the club. “What did you want that guy to do to you?”
Her chest heaves as she looks down at my soaked cock and swallows.
“Don’t be nervous. Just tell me.” I tip her chin, forcing her to look at me.
“I wanted him to tie me up.” Her blue eyes sparkle in the darkness of my truck, and I can’t help but smile back at her. She
makes me proud when she speaks up for herself like that. I’m surprised every time because she says she lacks confidence, but
her actions contradict that.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I command, pointing to the bench seat as I reach into my back pocket for a condom, shoving
my pants down my ass and pulling my shirt off over my head to get it out of the way.
I shift to the edge of the seat to make room for her legs as she gets into position, her heels kicked off, and her toes pointed to ward me. She flips her blond hair over one shoulder to stare back at me as I roll the rubber over my length.
Hunched over and kneeling between her legs, I slowly inch her dress up over her ass, my cock straining at the view of her
like this. Posed and waiting for me but still in that sexy-as-sin dress. Seriously such a good fucking girl. And when I spread her apart and spot the moisture pooled between her folds, my dick weeps with anticipation.
“You soaked for me or that guy in there, Ace?” I ask, dropping a soft bite to her right cheek.
She yelps and shifts back toward me. “Shut up.”
“Answer me.” I bite the other cheek.
“You know it’s for you, asshole,” she groans, dropping her elbows onto the leather seat, to pop her rear up higher. Her head
bows, her hair a curtain all around her face.
A smile spreads across my face. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she cries, her hands little fists on the bench. “Please fuck me.”
“Not quite ready,” I tease as I reach to the floor of the truck. The sound of metal clinking causes her to crane her neck
to look back at the neon green pickup straps in my hand. I shoot her a devilish smirk. “Put your hands behind your back.”
“Seriously?” She sits back on her heels, and her voice has lost all sexual tones as she stares at the straps like they’re
murder weapons.
“Just trust me, Dakota.”
Her eyes lift to mine, and she narrows them challengingly at me before hitting me with that sexy smirk again. With a squeak
of irritation, she gives me one hand and then another, allowing me to wrap them with the end of a tie-down strap. One quick
glance and I know there’s too much slack to use the ratchet, so I take a deep breath and attempt to slow my racing heart as
I tie them as best as I can, ensuring I can free her with one quick tug if needed.
She moans with impatience and wiggles her ass into me, so I grab the ratchet of the strap and slowly click it a few times to build anticipation. She stills to listen, and the sound of our heavy breathing before I’ve even entered her causes the blood to rush straight to my cock.
I grip her shoulders and bend her back over so she’s chest down and ass up. Her cheek rests on the cool leather as she stares
back at me. God, she looks incredible. Like a fucking wet dream all trussed up and waiting for me.
“I left it loose so you can slip out anytime,” I state, leaning over and pressing my lips to her lower back. I want her to
be able to free herself easily if she’s ever uncomfortable. And with how hard I am right now, I am expecting her to get very,
very uncomfortable.
“Okay,” she gasps while still squirming against me.
“But just to be safe... we should have a safe word.”
“Okay,” she repeats herself, her body trembling with anticipation.
“Any preference?”
“ Lambchop ,” she blurts out and I have to look away as I fight back my laugh.
“ Lambchop it is.” I shift up onto my knees and press my tip to her center, rubbing my head around her opening to get her primed. “You
ready?”
“Yes,” she pants, aching for relief.
She inhales sharply as I press myself inside of her, inch by inch, until I’m hunched over and balls-deep into her slick heat.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I grunt, grinding in and out of her at a slow, delirious pace. My vision blurs as I fight with my
consciousness to not completely lose myself in the sensation overload happening on my cock.
She moans a delectable sound in the small cab of my truck as she attempts to rock back into me, clearly wanting more than
what I’m giving her.
I grip the back of the seat as my body shudders with uncontrolled need.
I hold her trussed-up arms by the straps, pulling her back as I thrust deep inside of her, hitting even deeper than before.
She cries out, throwing her head back as much as she can with her limbs otherwise engaged.
Her dress rides up midback, exposing the underside of her crushed breasts, and the sight of it all ignites a fire in me, and I feel my control snap.
I pound into her, my pace relentless as our bodies grow slick with sweat. I grip the front seat to keep my balance as I feel
my climax growing closer and closer.
She screams my name, and I think I scream hers, but my mind is too busy whirring from the intensity of it all. Her scent,
her voice, the feel of her skin as I grip her ass. My eyes close tight, and my muscles throb as I continue at a grueling pace
while the blood rushing through my shaft feels unbearable. I fold over top of her, covered in sweat as the windows of my truck
fog up.
“Ahhh!” Dakota screams, and I feel her center grip and pulse over my length, her orgasm catching me off guard.
I quickly slip the straps off her, and she instantly pulls her hands up, bracing herself on the bench as I continue slamming
into her sweet cunt.
I use the opportunity to grab a handful of her breasts, pulling her up on her knees. Her hand streaks across the foggy glass
as I thrust upward, and her cries catapult me over the edge as heat floods to my tip and I come, filling the condom with pulsating
shocks of ecstasy.
Slick with sweat, I release her, my knees screaming as I drop back into my seat and glance over at her. No wonder I came so
quickly. Look at her.
The dazed look in her eyes. The flush of her cheeks. Her wild hair and frantic breathing. It’s all so goddamn hot. And then
I notice the soft smile, as if she’s completely sated. I like that look on her. Maybe a bit too much because I want to make
her look that way again and again and again. Fuck.
She pulls her dress down and twists around, straightening herself up as I slip the condom off and wrap it into a napkin I
retrieve from the door.
I catch her rubbing her wrists and frown when I see faint red marks. “Fuck, did I hurt you?”
I grab her hands to inspect for myself, and she shakes her head, trying to pull free from my hold. “I’m fine, I swear.”
“Are you sure?” My eyes find hers as nerves fire off in my belly.
“I’m positive.” She bites her lip, and a bashful look casts over her face before she erupts into a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” God, I want to kiss her.
“I really don’t know why lambchop is my safe word.” She pushes away the hair stuck to her face and wipes at her eyes. “I think I need therapy.”
My shoulders shake as I laugh with her. “I think I know what you need.”