Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
JOEY
Anticipation thrums through me like a living, breathing thing. That first dance lit a need that’s clawed at me all night.
Hell, it’s been growing inside of me ever since my first time with Sam.
Tension is thick as the wind blows through the open windows on our way back to Pinecrest. There’s still a while before we get back there, and I don’t think I can wait a second longer.
Unbuckling my seat belt, I slide across the bench seat.
“What are you doing?” Sam asks.
No. More like growls.
“I think it should be pretty obvious.” I palm his erection through his jeans. “Sir.”
“Joey…” he hisses. “This isn’t safe.”
I undo the zipper of his jeans and shove my hand inside, giving him a squeeze. “Are you telling me you can wait?”
“Fuck.”
I smile up at him as I free him from the soft cotton of his boxers. Licking my lips, I seal my mouth around the head of his cock. In the dim light of the cab, it’s a dark purple, begging to be sucked.
“Fuck. Fuck.”
He bucks up into my mouth as I take as much of him as I can. My ass is sticking up as I bob up and down his shaft. The salty taste of precum hits my tongue, encouraging me to keep going.
I suck him to the back of my throat, trying not to gag around him. I relax my jaw to take him inside even farther.
Sam’s hand pulls my dress up off my ass, and he slides his fingers under the fabric of my thong.
It’s the softest of touches but it makes me push back against him. I love the feel of his hands on me. The calluses from working in the fields and with the horses. The way it makes goose bumps break out over my skin.
When he sinks one finger inside me, he thrusts his hips up.
“Fuck, darlin’. Have you been like this all night?”
I moan around him, trying to nod my head, but I can’t. Not when my mouth is full of his huge dick.
“Fuck.”
The truck veers off and Sam throws it in park. He pulls me off of him before grabbing my hips and tugging me into his lap. I slide my slick pussy over his cock, loving how good it feels.
He attacks my mouth. It’s hot and messy and so damn perfect, I could come just like this. Sam trails a path of kisses along my jaw to my neck, nibbling on the tender skin.
“Sam,” I moan. “Oh, Sam.”
“Tell me what you want, darlin’.”
“You. Fuck me, Sam. Do it.”
He leans back, desire and lust in his eyes. “Take it.”
The command in his voice is like nothing I’ve heard. Reaching between us, I line him up and sink down on him.
“Fucking finally,” he groans.
It’s the sweetest relief after needing this man all night.
He pulls the bodice of my dress down and sucks a hard nipple into his mouth. I comb my fingers through his hair, holding him there as I rock over him. He thrusts up into me.
I toss my head back as he devours my breasts. His stubble against the sensitive skin is driving me wild. I’m so far gone for this man, it’s not even funny.
“Touch me, Sam. I’m so damn close.”
His free hand drifts between us and pushes my thong to the side. Thick fingers find my clit and strum it.
Slow circles. A pinch here. A pluck there.
I shout into the cab of the truck, loving how he’s making me feel.
“C’mon, darlin’. Come for me. Let me feel this cunt of yours milk my dick for everything it has.”
“Yes!”
I come in an explosion of lights and fire. It’s an out-of-body experience as I float away. It doesn’t take much more before Sam is coming.
There is no better feeling than a man—going bare—coming inside of you.
It’s raw and sensual, and I ride this man until I can’t stay upright any longer. I collapse against his chest, shirt sticking to him, highlighting his muscles.
His hands move up and down my back, rubbing tender circles into my sticky skin. Such a difference from the hard way he fucked me. The night air flows around us as crickets hum.
“Sam,” I start. “That was—”
“Incredible,” he finishes. “Yeah. Fucking perfect, darlin’.”
I don’t know how long we stay like this, but it’s not long enough. There will never be enough time spent in this man’s arms.
While the sex might have calmed the fire inside me for now, I know it won’t be long before I’m aching for this man again.
“We should probably get back,” he whispers, brushing my hair off my neck.
“Another minute,” I sigh.
I’m not ready to leave.
“Okay.”
Sam takes my hand, tracing the lines on my palm. Tears well in my eyes at how soft the touch is. I never thought it could be like this with another man.
Hot and fiery one minute, soft and tender the next.
But that’s Sam.
He’s passionate about everything he does. He loves hard. I only hope I can be one of the people lucky enough to be in his life for a long time.
Cupping my chin, Sam brings me in for one last kiss before I move back to my seat. He doesn’t let me get far and tugs me closer.
“Now, buckle up. I’d hate for anything to happen to you.”