Chapter 49
F rank and LouAnn go all out for St. Patrick’s Day, decking out The Flying Pig like a leprechaun threw up all over the pub. They always have green beer, and the kitchen serves corned beef hash and Shepherd’s Pie.
I wasn’t sure if Isabelle would want to come, knowing her feelings about alcohol, but I promised her I wouldn’t drink.
I haven’t had a drop of alcohol since New Year’s Eve.
I learned my lesson for the last time that alcohol heightens my emotions and dampens my self-control.
I’ll never put Isabelle in a position where she feels unsafe.
So, tonight, we're the designated drivers for my idiot brother and best friend.
My girl not so subtly informs me that she's not wearing panties tonight. She begs me to dance with her, and I can’t deny her at thing. I slide my hand up her tiny skirt and find her hot little cunt crying for me.
“I can’t wait until we get home.” Isabelle is insatiable, and I’m not complaining.
I grab her by the ass and pull her into my hardening cock. My hands are large enough that my fingers wrap past her short hem to graze the underside of her ass cheeks and grind her pussy against the fly of my jeans, drawing a sharp gasp from her.
“You feelin’ needy, baby? Because I take care of what’s mine and I can’t leave you aching for me all night.”
She bites her plump bottom lip and looks up at me with fuck-me eyes that leave no room for interpretation. Bodies bump into us as I drag her through the pub. Her laugh is infectious as she calls over her shoulder to her sister and friends, “Be right back!”
Without another word, I lead her to the parking lot behind The Flying Pig. The bar was already packed when we got to town, so my truck is parked on the outskirts of the lot.
It’s barely lit back here. I realize, now that I have Isabelle to worry about, how unsafe it is. I’ll be having a talk with Frank tomorrow to get some floodlights installed back here. I’ll do it myself even if he tells me no. However, the darkness is perfect for what I have planned for Isabelle.
I back her up against the driver’s side door and pin her with my hips, my erection pressing into her stomach.
“What did I say when you said you wanted to be fucked in my truck?”
She's heaving breaths, arousal emanating from her in waves. “You said you’d fuck me in the front seat.” I kiss down her neck. “And over the center console.” I kiss and lick a path down her collarbones. “And in the backseat.”
My tongue trails down her sternum and dips into her cleavage. She has her hands buried in my hair and is pulling me up to her mouth in a frenzy.
“That’s right. I’m going to make you come so many times your legs won’t work, and I’ll have to carry you back into the bar.”
She's pleading and begging, clawing at my belt buckle. I reach around her to unlock the truck and get up into the driver’s seat.
I move the seat as far back as it goes and fully recline it.
I don’t have to say a thing before she climbs onto my lap and slams the door.
She straddles my hips and resumes her efforts to undo my belt.
“Woah, woah, woah. There’s no rush, let me get you ready first, baby.”
She's frantic. “I'm so wet, you have no idea. Now take out your dick and fuck me.”
Bossy Isabelle is new, and I like her a whole hell of a lot. I lift her hips to get enough room to get my pants undone and pull them down over my ass. My old truck seat doesn’t feel the best on my bare ass, but by the look in her eyes, it’s going to be worth it.
She lowers herself back into my lap and I can feel that she wasn’t lying. Her pussy is soaking my cock as she grinds against me in the front seat of my truck. She goes to take her shirt off and I stop her.
“I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine, sugar. I won’t risk it. I’ll have to worship your tits when we get home.”
I pinch her nipples through her clothes so hard she yelps. I ruck my T-shirt up over my abs and rest my hands behind my head, smug as hell.
“Now get on this dick and ride it.”
I don’t have to tell her twice. She hikes her little denim skirt up like a belt around her belly button and grabs my aching dick in her hand. She notches me at her entrance and drops down onto me in one motion until I’m balls deep.
“Fuuuuuck. Such a good girl. You take directions so well. Always so eager to please me.” She whimpers at my praise and rolls her hips in a hypnotic motion, making me sweat.
She plants her hands on my pecs and readjusts her knees on the slivers of seat on each side of my thighs. She lifts off me and slides back down, adding a little hip roll with every plunge.
“Baby, you’re going to make me come if you keep that up,” I groan.
“Isn’t that the point?” she teases—a sheen of sweat making her face glisten in the moonlight.
“I still have two other positions to fuck you in, so I want this to last.”
Not that I ever have a problem staying hard for Isabelle. She can drain me dry, and I’ll still be half hard. Just a little bit of coaxing and I’m ready to go again. I’m surprised I haven’t died from dehydration by now.
I lift her off me, my soaking cock bobbing between her spread legs.
In a series of movements that are far from smooth, and with a lot of grunting and laughter, I get her bent over the center console.
She's resting her beautiful face in the cradle of her arms on the passenger seat. I’ve got my right knee on the driver’s seat, and my left foot planted in the footwell. her legs held snuggly between mine.
I hold onto the dash with my left hand and line my cock up to her dripping entrance with my right. I have to push into her with some force because with her legs pinned together, the fit is nearly impossible. Who am I kidding? I’d make anything possible to sink into her wet heat.
Isabelle’s mumbling nonsense into the passenger seat, and I reach heaven deep inside of her pussy. Through clenched teeth, I grit out with every thrust, “So. Tight. So. Goddamn. Tight.”
She moans unintelligibly in reply. I’m trying not to crush her chest against the console so she can fucking breathe. I don’t want her passing out on me unless it’s from coming too hard.
“Fuck, baby. So fucking tight for me.” I slap her bouncing ass.
“Such a good girl for me.” Her pussy clenches at my praise.
We need to get into the backseat right fucking now because my girl hasn’t come yet. As it turns out, fucking in a truck isn’t the most comfortable thing.
I quickly realize that I'm in my thirties when wedging myself through the front seats onto the rear bench nearly kills me. Isabelle’s laughing hysterically, and I can’t help but join her.
This is fucking ridiculous, but I'll make every single one of her fantasies come true, even if it means contorting into positions I’ve never found myself in.
She's able to crawl into the backseat much more gracefully and I hold my hand over her exposed pussy when her ass tips up by the headrests. I wasn’t kidding, I won’t be letting anyone else see her the way she lets me see her. Her body is mine. For my eyes only.
I arrange us into the same position as before, but this time without a hard plastic console digging into Isabelle’s ribs.
“You ready baby? Because this is going to be hard and fast. I need to fill you with my cum before I lose my mind.”
“I’m ready. Please fuck me, Reid. Fill me up.”
Fuuuuuck. I almost nut at her filthy words.
I tightly grip her by the hips and slide home.
I wasn’t lying when I told her the windows would fog up.
It’s like that scene from Titanic back here.
I pound into Isabelle’s tight cunt, tilting her hips just right until I find that spot inside her that makes her scream.
And scream she does. Just as I’m hitting a rhythm that has me lightheaded, she comes in a rush, legs trembling and squirting tiny streams of liquid down her legs.
The pulsing of her inner walls shatters my self-restraint, and I come deep inside of her.
It takes us several minutes to catch our breath.
“You're such a hot fuck. The best I’ve ever had, baby. The only pussy I want to be in for the rest of my life.”
I pull out and our combined release drips from her pulsing entrance. I find some napkins in the center console and clean her up the best I can. I tuck my wet dick back into my boxer briefs and do up my pants. I help her shimmy her skirt back down over her ass and straighten her hair.
“I told you I’ll always take care of you. And that includes keeping my word. Even if it’s only a passing conversation about fucking you in my truck.”
I kiss the side of her head and rest my arm on her shoulders as we walk on air back to the bar.