Chapter Twenty-two
“ W here are you taking me?” Daphne giggles as I turn right onto a gravel road, her hand in mine.
Lifting her fingers to my lips, I kiss her knuckles. “It’s a surprise.”
On the off chance that this night went exactly how I wanted, I had the bed of my pickup prepped and ready to go, sealed away beneath the top I secured on it.
The weather is perfect too. A little crisp, but not too cold and not too warm. Just right.
I scouted this place a couple of weeks ago when this date idea popped into my mind, and I’m glad that we can finally do it.
Pulling off to the side of this dead-end road, I put the truck in park. I pull the CD that has all of her favorite nostalgic songs into the reader and turn it up, loud enough that we’ll be able to hear it outside, before opening my door.
“Can you roll your window down completely?” I ask her as I finish mine.
Hers creaks ever so slightly as she rolls it down. “She’s a bit of an old girl, huh?”
I shrug, shutting my lights off. “A little.”
“You don’t want anything newer?”
I grab the eye mask from behind my seat that I stole from her room earlier. “Why would I when this one holds all those memories of you?”
Her jaw unhinges, and her lips part.
I hand her the eye mask with a smile. “Here, put this on and stand outside. No peeking!”
She slides out of the truck and slips it over her eyes, holding on to the door for support. You’d think she wasn’t a talented figure skater with impeccable balance by the way she’s clinging on to the door for dear life.
“Now what?”
I hop out and shut my door behind me. “Now you wait until I tell you to remove it. Turn around though. I don’t trust your nosy ass to not sneak a peek.”
She giggles and does as I asked, putting her back to me as I walk to the tailgate. I lower it and roll up the cover, revealing everything underneath.
I hop up and kneel on the makeshift bed that I made with a mattress pad and, like, fifteen blankets. Grabbing the tote of stuff I packed, I lift the lid off and set it next to me.
After unpacking the ten candles, I take a moment to light each one and line them up on the roof of my cab before stowing the lighter away.
I set my laptop out, fully charged and ready to play whatever movie she wants. I work through my mental checklist as quickly as I can, dying to show her.
Grabbing the charcuterie board I made in advance from the little cooler, I set them on the makeshift table—the tote lid.
Last but not least, I grab the rose petals and scatter them about—on the blankets, the pillows, down off the truck, and in a line in the grass to where she waits.
She sings my name out impatiently. “Maaaasonnnn.”
“Yes, my love?” I whisper into her ear, and she jumps back, her arms flailing.
“Oh my God! How long have you been standing there?” she shrieks, and I laugh.
“Just got here. Are you ready?” I ask her, spinning her around with my hands on her waist.
She nods and readies her hand on the mask.
“Okay. You can take it off.”
She lifts the mask from her eyes, and they adjust for a second before her jaw falls to the floor when she takes in what she can see so far. “Are those candles?” she gasps, following the trail of rose petals I left her. “Oh my God, Mase.”
Her hand flies to her mouth as she rounds the truck bed and sees everything waiting for her.
“I thought maybe we could watch a movie off of your list out here tonight.”
Her head whips to me, her eyes glossy and big. Her bottom lip trembles, and I step closer to her, cupping her face.
“These had better be happy tears, baby.” I brush them away with my thumbs.
Nodding slowly at first and faster by the second, she smiles. “Of course they are. This is amazing .”
“I’m glad you think so.” I place a sweet kiss on her forehead and move my hands to her waist.
Lifting her up, I set her on the tailgate and slip her tennis shoes off of her as she watches me in awe. I kick my shoes off and join her.
She walks on her knees across the bed, turning around and sitting down with her back on the pillows. I sit down next to her and pull the makeshift lid table over to her.
“Everything’s gluten-free, if that wasn’t already an obvious fact.” I laugh as she digs into the charcuterie board.
The music plays softly, the perfect volume coming from inside the truck, setting the vibe as a light breeze flutters around us.
“What movie do you w-want?” I stutter as she pushes the lid table down to the end of the tailgate. “What’s wrong? Is it bad? I’ve never really made one before?—”
Her hand covers my mouth and cuts me off. “No, it’s perfect.” She throws her leg over mine and straddles my lap, her hands falling to my shoulders.
My dick twitches as she grazes it with her thin leggings. My jersey flows down her body, engulfing her frame, and honestly, I’ve never found her sexier.
“I didn’t bring you out here for this, Daph,” I assure her, and once again, she cuts me off with her hand closing over my mouth.
She flips her hair to one side and leans down to my ear, dropping her weight down onto me completely, and I groan at the sensation of having her so close.
“Did you ever think that maybe it’s exactly what I might want right now?”
My hands find her hips without thought, rocking her gradually back and forth.
I mean, obviously, the idea of that crossed my mind, but I definitely didn’t think it’d be the first thing we started with.
She grabs my face and forces me to look at her. “For the love of God, Mason, stop holding back. You’re not going to scare me away. I’m not going to run. I’m yours . Completely. Wholeheartedly.” Her voice lowers, drowning in desire as she grinds her center against me. “Do with me as you wish.”
Something snaps inside me, and my lips are on hers before she even finishes her final word, my hands digging in her hips as I grind up against her. She moans into my mouth as I slip my tongue between her lips.
“You want me to let go?” I groan, something animalistic and untethered taking over. “Want me to show you all of the dirty, vile things I’ve fantasized of doing to you?”
She leans back, her teeth raking across her bottom lip. Bouncing her hips in my lap, she nods. “So badly.”
And I’m a fucking goner.
Our bodies grind into one another, and I guide her hips exactly where I want them, my cock pressed into the soft spot between her legs.
Her fingers thread into my hair, and I grunt as she tugs it roughly.
She gasps sharply as I wrap my arms around her waist, and in one swift movement, I spin her around and lay her on her back.
I lower myself over her, caging her in with my arms on either side of her head, her legs parted around my waist.
Her eyes are burning into me, setting me ablaze, and I feel like I’m seconds from combusting, and I’ve barely even begun.
“Do you know I used to dream night after night about burying myself so deep inside of you?” My fingers find the hem of her leggings beneath the jersey. “Of how sweet you would sound, coming apart around me.”
Her breathing quickens as I tug at her leggings, shimmying them down her hips. Lifting her legs into the air, I strip them off. I toss the leggings aside, wrapping her bare thighs back around me.
“Oh, yeah?” She giggles. “ Show me .”
My lips are on her body, fevered and desperate, devouring her thighs, the curve of her hips, the swell of her stomach. Every inch I can touch. I can’t get enough.
Tearing her panties off of her body, I crumple them up and bring them to my nose, inhaling the scent of her sweet pussy and exhaling with a groan before tossing them to the side.
In the blink of an eye, my tongue is lapping her soaked center, enjoying every drop of her arousal as she gasps and pants uncontrollably, like music to my ears.
Her hands find my hair as I snake my arms around her thighs, spreading her open as far as her flexible hips will go.
The air is crackling around us as I get lost in coaxing every moan possible out of her, bringing her to the brink of her first orgasm.
“There you go, baby.” I suck her clit and slide two fingers inside of her, thrusting with intention. “Be my good girl and come all over my face.”
With her pussy in my mouth, I groan into it, sending vibrations pulsing into her as I shimmy my head side to side.
She cries out and clenches around my fingers, my scalp burning from how hard she’s pulling my hair. But I don’t care. If anything, it’s only turning me on more.
Her hips rock, rolling against me as she rides the high out, her head thrown back against the pillow.
I don’t let up, my tongue working her into oblivion. “Fuck, I could stay right here forever and die a happy man with your cum coating my lips.”
“Oh God,” she whimpers, her back arching harder.
Her hips start to grind, her center rubbing against my tongue and face. I’m not taking another breath of air until she comes again.
My tongue and fingers work in unison, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy as she moans my name repeatedly, her legs starting to shake from her orgasm.
My cock is aching, throbbing uncontrollably in my pants, and I don’t think I can go another second without being inside of her. I’m desperate to feel her again, plunge deep inside her. I’ve imagined it a million times over the years but nothing compares to this moment.
Sitting up on my knees, I tear my shirt off as her greedy hands find my waistband. She pulls my joggers and boxers down, my dick springing free with vigor, hard as a fucking rock.
She wets her lips, and that visual alone makes my cock bob in the air between us.
Her eyes light up, and she leans forward, sticking her tongue up and running it across my tip.
“Fucking hell,” I groan. “Lift your arms up.”
She does, and I pull my dick away from her mouth for only a second, lifting the jersey up and over her head, finding her bare underneath. Her nipples are pointed and hard, begging for my mouth.
Scooting forward, Daphne wraps her hand around my shaft, her head at nearly the perfect level with me on my knees.