Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
Iverson
She crawls onto the edge of the back seat, and I leave the door open. Half my blood supply is in my dick, and my heart beats against my zipper. I’m half afraid that once I release my erection, I’ll come.
Once wouldn’t be an issue. Mildly embarrassing, but I’m ready to go all fucking night long.
I put my hands on her bare knees. She tenses under me, but I’ll take care of that.
The kiss in the front seat blew my damn mind. She’s sweet and soft and smells just as summery as her name.
One of the straps of her dress falls off her shoulder.
Her chest rises and falls. She’s bathed in moonlight, but I’d love to see her like this in full sunlight.
To see how brightly the coppery strands in her dark hair shine and how the amber flecks in her eyes sparkle. How creamy her satiny skin is.
I slide the other strap off her shoulder. The top of her dress droops. She looks down, watching my fingers until I’m between her cleavage. Then, I slowly drag the top of her dress down.
I groan at the sight of her strapless bra covering perfect little mounds. “Your nipples are perfect little peaks poking through the fabric. Are they a pretty pink?” Tonight is shades of gray, but my brain happily fills in the details.
That delicious tongue of hers licks across her lower lip. “They’re more like, um, reddish brown.”
“Fucking perfect.”
The clasp of the bra is in front. I could grin, but I am too intent on seeing as much of them as I can. Her bra falls away, and I drop it on the front seat. She sucks in a breath.
“You’re not going to need that for a while.”
Thanks to the dark, I can’t see specifics, but the darker tips of her areolas strain out, pebbled and begging for my mouth. I dip my head and suck one into my mouth. As I skim my tongue across the peak, she buries her hands in my hair.
“Iverson.” The way she moans my name is the biggest turn-on I’ve ever experienced. This whole woman is. She’s vibrant, shy but bold, and so damn beautiful. She’s a wildflower that got picked and has the audacity to still bloom.
I give her other nipple some attention. She arches her back into me.
While my mouth is on her, I slip off her boots and drop them behind me. Then I push up the hem of her dress.
I kiss my way up her chest to the base of her neck. “I need to find out how wet you are.”
Her eyes glitter in the dark, but she opens her thighs wider.
Fuck yes.
I pull her closer to the edge. Lust pounds through me, but I ignore my needs. She’s my sole focus. I slip her underwear off and push her legs as wide as they’ll go.
“I wish you could see yourself this way. Spread open and glistening. Your tits demanding attention.”
Her chest rises and falls. The top of her dress is bunched under her breasts, and the bottom of her dress is gathered around her hips.
And that pussy of hers is mine. I hook my arms under her legs and tip her up until she leans back.
Then I feast. First, I lick through her seam. Salted honey lands on my tongue, and I know I’ll never experience someone as sweet as her. Her tight little clit is hard and ready for me. I circle my tongue around it, and she trembles.
“Oh, god.”
“You need to get off, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes.” She rolls her hips up.
I take a mental snapshot. Those dark eyes looking down at me from between those lush little mounds, her legs splayed over my arms, and a pussy that a man would ruin himself for.
I attack her clit. She’s responsive, and getting her to the top of her peak is easy, but I back off, licking down to her entrance and shoving my tongue inside.
“Oh, god,” she whimpers.
I tease her pussy with a finger. “You need to be filled, don’t you?”
She nods. I push my digit inside to one knuckle and slide my finger in and out.
“Iverson.”
She needs more. I give her one more knuckle.
She squirms, trying to sink into more of me, but she can’t go farther than my shoulders will allow.
“Not yet, sunshine. I’m playing.”
“You’re being mean.” But her lips are parted, her eyes are glazed, and she’s undulating her hips.
I can do this all night. My dick is trapped, but this isn’t retribution for making me wait. I’ll wait forever. This is a treat I’ll never have again. If I thought I wanted more before tasting her, I know I’ll be yearning for this for the rest of my life.
I rise to take a nipple into my mouth. I play with the bud with my tongue while thrusting my finger in and out of her. A frustrated gasp leaves her, but she desperately rides my hand. Her walls clench around me, and her breathing quickens.
I abandon her nipple. “Not so fast, sunshine. I’m not done with my meal.”
I withdraw my finger until she gets one knuckle and suck her clit into my mouth.
“Yes!” She tries to ride my face, but I clamp onto her thigh with my free arm. Her other foot is propped on the doorframe, and she’s straining against it.
Greedy woman.
I put more pressure on her clit and thrust my whole finger inside. She’s wet and dripping and ready to come. I stand, keeping hold of her leg.
“You are an infuriating man.” She’s breathless and on the edge.
I grin and take my wallet out. “You’re suffocating my finger, sunny day, and I wanna feel that on my dick.” I bend enough to lick across a nipple. “I bet you’re so tight I’ll hardly be able to move.”
I rip down my zipper, wincing at the pleasure-pain zinging across my erection. I shove fabric out of the way, and my cock bobs free. My mouth pulls tight. Need pounds at my temples and desire pushes outward. The pressure’s close to releasing.
One-handed, I grab onto the condom with my teeth. I yank the rubber free and toss the wrapper into the front seat. It’ll keep her bra company. I have more condoms in the console.
The whole time, her gaze is stroking from my face to my erection. She watches me roll the condom on, and she bites her goddamn lip. “You’re big everywhere.”
This woman is going to destroy me.
I bend enough to tongue through her folds until she’s squirming. So damn needy. Then, I rise enough to notch myself at her entrance. Pressure stops me. Her shiny eyes are on mine, and she wraps her arms around my neck.
“Relax, baby, and let me in. I’ll make it good, I promise.” I claim her mouth for a hot kiss and wedge a hand between us to circle her nub. She goes molten, and I push inside an inch.
She moans, breaking the kiss. “You feel so good.”
I push in farther. Sweat’s starting to break out on my forehead. I want to pound away. She can take it, but I want it all to be good for her. I wasn’t driving in and thrusting away like a madman.
She drops her head back. “Feels so good everywhere.”
I keep pressure on her soaked clit until I’m fully seated. Then I release her leg to wrap my arm around her back.
“You’re so fucking wet and tight.” Like she was made for me.
My own personal dream to show me what I really want.
A woman who can look at me like I’m somebody and not a grungy cowboy.
A woman who’ll listen to me when I spill my goddamn heart with no warning.
And a woman who makes me want to beat my chest because of the way she responds to me.
She hugs herself tighter to me, kissing my chin and my cheek. I’m pounding into her, trying different strokes and different angles, until I find one that turns her to butter.
Her mouth drops open. “I can’t—too strong.”
“Come for me. Come all over me, Sunny. I want to see you fall apart.”
She tenses everywhere, and I can barely move. I’m in a vise of her legs, and she’s gripping my cock like a lifeline. “Iverson. Oh my god.” A quiver runs through her, and then she shakes against me. “Yes, yes, yes!”
I grit my teeth, waiting out her orgasm. We could come together, but she’s perfectly pliable. She’s boiling hot and soaking wet and all mine.
Big pulses grow weaker, running through her walls and rippling over me.
She’s coming down from the crest. That’s when I press a hard kiss to her and lay her back.
My cowboy hat gets crushed and falls to the floorboard, but fuck it.
I continue to thrust. My climax is banging at the door, demanding to be released, but I need to take it all in.
Unbound tits jiggling. She’s holding on to the headrests of the front and back seats to keep from being pummeled across the back seat.
I hold on to her legs, the force of my thrusts growing.
“So good,” is all she can get out.
I’m not fit for thinking. My teeth are grinding together. She’s pliant. Jelly.
I push her knees to her chest and hold on to them so she can’t scoot up the seat as I slam against her.
I lean forward enough to slip the finger that was inside of her into her mouth. Her eyes darken, and she sucks the digit in.
“You’re a good fucking girl.” Then I pop my finger out and use it on her clit.
“Iverson, I’m way too sensitive—” A tremble runs through her body, and her eyes roll back in her head. “I can’t come twice.”
“You already are.”
She’s fisting around me again. If the only reason for all my empty hookups was to have the self-control to get this woman off twice while I sate myself on her body, then I’ll take it. Every night alone was worth it to experience this.
Her walls convulse, and she arches. Her voice echoes through the cab of the pickup. It’s the sight of those little round tits straining for the ceiling that undoes me.
I punch into her once, twice, and detonate.
My release shoots out of me, and I growl her name. “Goddammit, Sunny.” My hips buck while the rest of me is rigid. The sounds of wet slapping fill the night.
Finally, I sag over her, catching myself with a hand on the edge of the seat. The smell of sex and Sunny fills the air. I wouldn’t mind if the pickup smelled like this forever.
Except one night is all I get. Then Sunny will go her way, and I’ll go mine. I’ll remember her each and every night I go to bed alone. And I’ll wish she was with me, confessing something no one else knew about her.
Sunny
I’ve never had so much sex in one night. “I can’t believe I’m going to come again.”
The man got me into all sorts of contortions.
I’d been belly down on the seat while he pounded into me from behind.
I’d had my ass practically out the window while going down on him.
He wouldn’t let me suck him all the way off.
I’ve gotta come inside you. He acted like a man obsessed.
The experience was heady. He is also getting me way out of my comfort zone.
I didn’t think I had kinks, but this position suggests I have one.
I sit on his lap, with my back to his chest. My dress is in the front seat with my underwear and all of his clothing.
Our shoes are in the dirt outside. He’s inside me and gripping my hips.
He’s angled the rearview mirror enough that we can see where we are connected.
My pussy is clamped around his cock, and I am rubbing myself off.
I won’t be able to feel my clit for a month after tonight. But it’s worth it. A night of backseat sex has shown me how boring my life has gotten. I don’t know how I’d change it unless I could bottle Iverson and carry him with me.
But when we go our own ways at the end of the night—this morning?—I’ll go home. I’ll return to who I was before I parked outside of Bootleg Tavern. I’ll be a good girl, but in a different way than how Iverson meant it.
“That’s it,” he growls into my ear, watching the same mirror show.
A drop of my wetness runs from my fingers down to where he is sliding in and out of me. My legs are wedged against the back of the front seats, and his powerful thighs are underneath mine, the muscles scattered with dark hair that scrapes against my skin and heightens every sensation.
I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. It’ll be hard not to wear a sign. I got fucked all night long.
He nibbles along the nape of my neck, and I shatter. My climax was building, but this guy can take me from five to infinity with his mouth and fingers. His big dick is a bonus. I’ve never been with such a complete package.
“Yes, Iverson. Harder!” I brace myself with my free hand against the roof, and he lifts me up and down on his magnificent cock.
He always senses when I am coming down. In the tight space, he flips me to the side. My cheek presses against the back door as he angles my ass in the air. He maneuvers his big body over mine. I don’t have time to mourn, no longer being filled with him before he’s pushing back in.
“Hang on, Sunny.”
And I do. I meet every thrust with a backward motion. He rides me until he goes rigid. I’ve started craving that moment—when he’s wound up so tightly he can’t move as his orgasm hits him. All because of me.
“Fuck, Sunny. Your ass. Fuck.” He kneads my ass cheeks with strong palms. He likes my ass in the air.
Like the other times, he descends from his peak and pulls me closer to him. The two of us cuddle in the back seat. I love the sex, but it’s these moments I’m going to miss.
Would it be possible to see him again?
No. I’m just starting a career that I’m not sure I’ll stick with. It’s not fair to a guy if I start something when I might move along.
I relax into his chest. He hangs half off the seat and lets me have the most stable purchase.
How is he single?
What if he’s not?
Would I know?
“I’ve gotta get you back,” he mumbles into my hair.
“I know.” I don’t want to go. The pickup cab has become my little haven.
His fingers dig into my hip. “Get dressed, or I’m going to bury my face between your thighs, and I’ll be late for work.”
I giggle. Iverson has made me feel more cherished in one night than any of my exes.
Perhaps it’s our chemistry, but somehow, I don’t think so.
If he’s single, it’s for a reason, and it might be self-imposed.
Regardless, I don’t need guy issues in this next phase of my life.
I have one big guy issue, and I’m not sure how to work around that.