Chapter 24 #2
My body tingles. I’m soaked, throbbing, and every word from his mouth just pushes me closer to the edge.
His abs tighten under my palm. “Laura,” he groans, his voice desperate now. “I'm close. So fucking close.”
Hearing him like this makes me reckless.
“I want to feel you inside me.”
His eyes snap open. “Laura—”
“Please, Scotty. I need you.”
My voice is barely there, breathy from want, from how badly I’m shaking on top of him.
A low growl rumbles in his chest, and he drags his hands to the waistband of my sweatpants. “There’s a condom in the glove compartment.”
He pushes my sweatpants and panties down as far as he can, shoving them to my knees. I wiggle and kick until they’re off completely, tossing them somewhere into the footwell. I reach over the console and pop open the glove compartment, and a fountain of condoms falls out.
“What the—”
“Erik,” Scotty mutters, already shoving his jeans down his hips. “The guy has a Costco obsession. He bought enough condoms for the damn league.”
I chuckle as I grab a gold foil packet and toss it to Scotty. “Well, thank you, Erik.”
He catches it, eyebrows raised like he wasn’t expecting me to be this calm, this sure. “That didn’t scare you off,” he murmurs.
“No,” I say as I take my place back on his lap, right on top of his hard cock, pressing it between my thighs and his stomach.
I swallow, feeling the gravity of the situation.
Skin to skin for the first time. If he wanted to, he could shift his hips and be inside me. Instead, he’s letting me rest on top of him.
He watches his hands slide up my thighs, and when he reaches my hips, he holds me steady, his thumbs stroking the soft skin just above my clit.
“Laura,” he says, his voice wrecked as he looks up at me. “I can feel you.”
His fingers flex, and he guides me to rock against him.
“Fuck… you’re so warm and wet.”
When the tip of his cock reaches my center, his head snaps back and he curses.
“You have no idea,” he whispers back, “how close I am to pushing inside you right now.”
My breath catches, because I can feel it.
I can feel exactly how close he is.
How easy it would be.
How all I’d have to do is sink down, just an inch, and he’d be inside me—finally, completely.
My core clenches at the thought, and he groans like he felt it.
“Princess… if you keep sitting on me like that… I swear to God…”
I lean in, lips brushing his jaw, my body pressing tighter against his cock.
“Then maybe,” I breathe, “you should stop talking and do something about it.”
He tears the condom open with his teeth, and before he can get his hand around it, I take it from him. His eyes go dark the second my fingers brush his.
I hold his gaze while I slowly roll it down his cock, and he bites his lip right before his eyes squeeze shut for a second.
“Are you—” he sucks in a breath and opens his eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I breathe, before I lift myself just enough to line him up with my entrance, my hand guiding the thick head of his cock to my entrance.
His strong and steady fingers help me sink down.
The stretch hits me immediately—hot, sharp, overwhelming—and I stop halfway, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice strained.
“Yeah,” I gasp. “You're just…you're so big.”
A rough sound comes out of him; a half-groan, half-curse. “Take your time, Princess.” His thumbs stroke my hips, gentle and grounding. “You feel too fucking good to rush. Just like the skates, we’re a perfect fit.”
“You and your Cinderella complex,” I gasp, trying to stay coherent while my body adjusts around him. My head falls back against the steering wheel, needing something to anchor me.
He smirks up at me. “If the shoe fits…”
I jerk my head back to glare at him. “Oh my god—did you just—”
I laugh, but it breaks off into a gasp as I slide farther down, taking more of him, my body stretching to fit every impossible inch.
“—make a dad joke during sex?”
“Worth it to hear you laugh,” he says, and then he thrusts up just enough to make my breath catch. “Now let me make you scream instead.”
I can barely talk; I’m in sensory overload from him.
Only him.
Only this.
“Fuck,” he breathes. His hands slide lower, gripping my hips as he pulls me fully down onto him. “You feel incredible.”
“So do you,” I gasp. “I feel so full—”
I start to rock against him, finding an angle that has me crying out. His hands slide under my hoodie, pushing it up along with my sports bra until he can cup my breasts.
“That's it,” he groans. “Just like that. Tell me how it feels.”
“So good,” I moan, riding him harder. “You feel so good inside me.”
“Yeah?” His voice drops, deep and hungry as he thrusts up to meet me. “You like riding me in my truck?”
“Yes,” I say, the word breaking apart in my throat. I’m already right on the edge, my whole body tight and wound up around him. “Don’t stop.”
“Not planning on it,” he growls. His thumb circles my clit, slow at first, then firmer, tighter, like he’s learning my body second by second. “You’re so beautiful like this. Taking what you need from me.”
His voice. His hands. His cock inside me.
It all slams together and pushes me closer…too close.
I move faster, chasing that sharp, perfect pressure building low in my belly. Every grind, every brush of his body against mine sends another burst of heat through me.
“Scotty,” I gasp. “I'm close. I'm so close.”
“That's my girl,” he groans. “Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I’m fucking you.”
That does it.
That pushes me right over.
I cry out, loud and wrecked, my whole body seizing around him as the orgasm hits me hard. I clamp down around his cock, pulsing and shaking. He swears, low and filthy, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps moving through it, fucking me through every wave until I’m trembling against him.
“Fuck, Laura,” he groans, hips starting to stutter. He’s close—I can feel it in the way his breath drags, in the way his grip bruises my hips. “I’m going to—”
“Yes,” I whisper, breathless, ruined, but still riding him. “Come for me. Come inside me.”
He groans and buries himself fully inside me as he comes.
I feel every pulse of it, every shudder of his body beneath mine.
His hands clamp down hard on my hips as if he’s holding on for dear life while he spills into the condom.
His head drops to my shoulder, breath hot against my skin, voice breaking as he rides out the aftershocks.
We stay like that, locked together as we catch our breath.
When I fold into his chest, his arms wrap around me, holding me tight.
“That was…” I trail off, not fully recovered.
“Incredible,” he finishes, pressing a soft, dazed kiss to my forehead. “You're incredible.”
I lift my head to look at him. His hair is completely ruined from my fingers, sticking up in every direction. His lips are swollen, his cheeks flushed, and he’s never looked more beautiful.
“I can't believe we just did that,” I say, laughing softly.
“No regrets?” he asks, his thumb brushing my hip.
“None,” I say firmly. “You?”
“Not a single one.” He kisses me softly. “Though we should probably get cleaned up before someone actually does see us.”
Reluctantly, I lift myself off him and climb back into my seat. He tries to clean himself up with napkins from his glove compartment, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.
“Stop smirking,” he grumbles, but he's smiling too. “I’m trying to regain some dignity so I can drive.”
“That’s impossible,” I tease. “You look thoroughly debauched.”
He shakes his head, laughing. When we’re both dressed, he starts the truck and reaches for my hand, threading our fingers together.
“Can I come home with you?” he asks. His voice is soft, but the look in his eyes is anything but.
“My place?” I ask, surprised.
“Yeah.” His thumb strokes the back of my hand. “I don't want this to end yet. And I really want to do that again in an actual bed where I can take my time with you.”
Heat floods through me at his words, embarrassingly fast. “Okay,” I whisper. “Yes.”
I'm done running.