Chapter 10
Vicky
Iwrapped my arms around him, deepening the kiss, grateful for the cover of darkness and the fact that no one was even remotely nearby because there was no way that what I was thinking was going to happen.
But wrapped up in this blanket with his arms around me and his lips on mine was making it very hard for me to stop that train of thought.
And if I’m being honest, if what I felt poking me was any indication, he was enjoying this just as much as I was and I really don’t think he would have a problem with it.
Okay, no, that was a lie. I firmly did think PDA was going to make him flip, but come on, how in the world could the thought of me not riding him out here not turn him on.
“Vicky,” he moaned, breaking the kiss to move over my neck and I closed my eyes, my nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt.
By the way, naked Jose was hella hot! But this man in just a t-shirt and jeans…
I almost combusted when I saw him. How the hell no one picked him up yet was beyond me.
My last request was seeing him in a ball cap, however, I didn’t think he owned one, so I’ll just deal with all the other hotness that I got.
And I was basking in that because I don’t think anyone else was getting it or had gotten it in a long while.
I wanted to take that and throw it out in the world and say, ‘sorry bitches, this one is mine.’
I shifted, moving to straddle his lap as my lips locked with his again, my hands cupping his cheeks, my tongue swirling with his.
Did I mention this man could kiss?
Like I could spend hours here, just enjoying his lips and tongue and I really didn’t think that was fair.
He finally pulled back, his breath puffing over my lips as his forehead rested against mine. His hands roamed over my back and then down to cup my ass, giving it a squeeze.
“We have to stop.”
“Yeah, why is that?” I asked, nipping at his jaw and then working my way down his neck.
“We’re in public,” he hissed and I shrugged.
“No one is even looking our way, Jose. And we’re the only people this far back. Everyone is way in front of us.” I rocked my hips against him, enjoying how his eyes opened wide, but his pupils were full blown. “Someone is up and wanting to play.”
“Of course, I’m making out with a beautiful woman. But we can’t do anything.”
I rocked my hips again as I tugged on his earlobe, making him hiss.
“We can do anything we want. We can make out, we can screw, we can stay just right here. But one thing we can not do is ignore that something is poking me and that you can make it back to the truck in one piece to get me home and fuck me senseless.”
“You’re going to kill me,” he groaned, his hands entangling in my hair to draw my lips to his. His teeth nipped at my lip and I moaned.
“To hell with this,” I finally said, working my hands down his chest, over his stomach, and to his belt and jeans. I unhooked his buckle and then undid his jeans, grabbing his dick out, running my hand over him.
“Holy shit,” he growled, leaning his head back against the tree.
“I’m riding him, Jose. It’s a matter of how you want me to do it.”
“Reverse cowgirl,” he said, making quick work of my own jeans and slipping his hand in there. “Shit, you are so wet.”
“Maybe the act of getting caught turns me on more than it should.” I carefully moved around and shimmed my jeans down far enough to climb on him. I held the blanket over us as I slipped down on his cock, making both of us moan.
“Fuck, wrapped around me, you feel so incredible,” he told me, kissing along the back of my neck. I dropped my head, his hands finding my hips and together, we moved. He lifted me up slightly to help me and then I slid back down.
Sex in the town park while watching a movie was not on my bingo card for this summer, but hell, it’s going to be a memory I will never forget. And if the future plans out like I want, this will not be the last time we’re here, doing this very thing.
His hands shifted, sliding up to cup my breasts through my shirt and my hips stopped, enjoying the feel of his hands on me.
While the thrill of getting caught was an aphrodisiac in its own right, there was something to be said about feeling skin on skin and being able to touch him however I wanted.
“Damn it, Vicky, you got to move. I’m dying over here.”
“You aren’t,” I whispered back, my eyes on the screen, but my focus was not there. It was on this man who was buried in me balls deep. Who was fucking in the middle of a crowded area while anyone could happen on us.
“Oh fuck,” he growled, his hands moving back to my hips and his fingers pressed in. “What the hell did you just do? You squeezed the hell out of me and I nearly exploded.”
“I just thought about if someone came…upon us…oh shit, Jose.” I bounced faster, losing myself in the feeling and I didn’t care who heard or who saw us. I was chasing our release, and I wanted him right there with me.
I wanted him to come with me, to fill me, to send us falling over the edge together.
“That’s it,” I moaned, rotating my hips as he hit my spot over and over, and I gasped, coming hard.
I clenched him tightly, making him lean forward to bite on my shoulder as his release overtook him.
I could feel how hard he was and how hard he came, enjoying the same thing I did, the thrill of getting caught.
With a soft whimper, I fell back against his chest, his arms wrapping around me. He was still buried in me, and I had no wish to move or pull him out.
“God, that was….amazing, mind blowing,” he told me, rubbing my stomach and I couldn’t help but agree.
That was also the hottest thing ever.
I looked at him over my shoulder, a smirk on my lips.
“Ready for round two?”
“You’re horrible,” he teased, finally moving me to slide out of me and I hated the loss. But staying like that was impossible, especially out here.
“We’ll have to do this again,” I told him, once I was dressed and leaning back against him to actually watch the movie, far too wrapped up in my own thoughts to feel how tense he was.