26. Dove #3
I tilted my head up to peek through the window in the back of his truck, relieved to see no one coming, and rolled my hips forward.
A tiny moan escaped as his fingers delved lower, rubbing at the slickness gathering with each rock of my hips.
When he finally slipped one inside me, I shuddered, immediately needing it deeper.
“God, Dove, the sounds you make,” he groaned into my neck, breath ghosting across the sensitive skin under my ear. “You look so gorgeous like this, riding my hand, fucking yourself on my fingers.”
My eyes squeezed tight as heat engulfed me at his words. No one had ever talked to me like Josh did when we did this; sweet, kind Josh who had never so much as raised his voice at me. The way he talked was a seductive fire, burning me in the best way.
His words gave me courage to shift my hips down along the wide palm of his hand to seek the release I desperately needed, but the angle made it difficult for him to go any deeper.
He teased at my entrance, adding another finger, and a whine escaped me at the stretch; Josh had large hands and thick fingers, but they still weren’t enough to hit the spot I ached for them to find from this position.
A tiny huff escaped me as pleasure and frustration mixed.
“Something wrong, baby?” Josh’s other hand threaded through my hair, pulling me back from where I’d been burrowed in his neck so I could meet his hooded, lust-filled eyes.
I shook my head, not wanting to voice what the problem was, or what I really wanted. Josh was the one with the explicit, graphic words. Not me.
“Don’t lie to me.” Josh twined my hair up in his fist, and tugged, creating tension, forcing me to look up towards the roof and bare my throat to him.
He leaned forward to lick a line up my neck before biting down.
Shocked, a whimper fell from my lips as the flare of pain combined with the ecstasy his fingers were still wringing from me.
“Tell me what you need, Dove,” he breathed the words into my neck, summoning goosebumps to erupt over my stinging skin. “Tell me what you need from me.”
“Deeper,” I panted, throat bobbing as I swallowed past the tautness. “I need deeper.”
“What do you say?” His fingers inside me stilled. When I didn’t immediately answer him, he started to pull them out.
“ Please,” I all but sobbed as I pushed myself back down on his fingers, tightening my legs around him, hating the empty feeling they left behind. My body was charged and electrified, so close to the edge, but not quite there. “ Please, Josh, I need more. ”
“That's a good girl, telling me what she needs,” he whispered approvingly before he pulled me in for a filthy kiss that had me forgetting where we were as his tongue swept past my lips to lick in deep. My hands moved from the seat to his shoulders so I could wrap around him and hold on tight.
A muffled gasp of surprise left me as the world tilted abruptly, and my back hit the seat with enough force to draw a creak from the worn vinyl.
His free hand caressed down my bare hip, leaving a rousing tingle in its path, to push my shorts and underwear fully down my legs so they wouldn’t be in his way.
I forced myself to break our kiss, turning my head to the side. “ Josh . Anyone could pass by.”
He ignored me in favor of peppering sucking kisses down my throat, beard tickling my skin as he worked his way towards the vee of my shirt.
Just as his mouth closed over my nipple though fabric, he pressed his fingers in deep and curled them, causing stars to shoot across my vision as my eyes rolled back in my head.
Suddenly I didn’t care who saw us so long as he kept hitting that spot that had me writhing beneath him.
I adjusted my legs to sprawl around his larger frame, causing one of my feet to fall into the footwell, which gave me better leverage.
I planted my foot and lifted my hips, allowing his fingers to keep brushing over that spot that had me quaking every time he grazed it.
My chest heaved with gasps as Josh worked my nipples into hard buds beneath my bra, until I was contemplating pulling it and my shirt off altogether.
His mouth through fabric was a tease, and I longed to feel it on my skin.
Before I lost my head enough to say screw it and reach down to yank it off, he moved on, rucking up my shirt to press traveling kisses from my navel to my hips, getting dangerously low.
My fingers threaded through his hair and tugged gently to get his attention. When our eyes met, I rasped, “Zeke and Rev are coming?—”
“The only one I care about coming right now is you.”
“But—"
“If you’re coherent enough to argue, I’ve got work to do,” he declared with a twist of his fingers, drawing a breathy gasp from me.
His lips quirked smugly. “It hasn’t escaped me that we’re doing this on the side of the road, Dove.
Believe me, there’s nothing I’d like more than to take my time; to draw out every sigh and moan I know is locked up inside you, especially while I’ve got you spread out beneath me, but we’ve been lucky so far.
There’s bound to be someone that’ll pass by soon.
” His voice lowered into a smooth and seductive purr, “So, let’s get you there, sweetheart. ”
He pressed a kiss to my stomach, which, despite everything we’d done already, despite his fingers currently inside me, had me turning red-faced from the sweet gesture.
“We can wait,” I forced myself to say the words, hating myself for even suggesting it. “Until we’re back home?—”
“No,” he answered bluntly before hunching down to lick a broad swipe across my clit, causing me to quake beneath him.
“ Fuck ,” I breathed, the word slipping out as Josh’s tongue and fingers resumed their assault. All arguments left me as he continued wringing pleasure out of me effortlessly, as if we’d been doing this for years, instead of only a handful of days.
Josh stoked that white hot fire within me with every swipe of his tongue, making my hands scramble for purchase.
One found the seat, nails digging into the cushion with force that had the aged vinyl creaking in protest while the other buried into his overgrown hair, threading into the long strands at the nape of his neck just as he did something with his tongue that drew a too-loud moan from me.
My legs spasmed, clamping around his wide, muscled body as my hand pressed him closer between my thighs. I wanted to tell him not to move, not to stop, to keep going just like that, but words escaped me. Instead, I cried the only one I could remember: “ Josh!”
“I’ve got you,” Josh mumbled encouragingly against me, seeming to understand what I couldn’t articulate. “I’ve got you.”
His fingers never stopped their rhythm, rubbing that spot inside me that had me trembling, head thrown back against the seat, but still it wasn’t enough.
I teetered, stuck on the precipice of release, needing something I wasn’t able to put into words.
But again, it seemed I didn’t need to say anything.
Josh read my body better than even I could, knowing exactly what I needed as he fastened his lips around my clit and sucked .
Blackness enveloped me as my eyes clamped shut and over the edge I went, careening into orgasm headfirst. Everything Josh had been building inside me shattered as a wave of pure euphoria encompassed me and I came brilliant and blinding, exploding with all the force of a dying star.
Chest heaving, I lounged languid and loose-limbed back against the seat as I recuperated, still trembling with aftershocks. It seemed every time with Josh was going to be intense, even when we were stuck on the side of a back road in an old, rusting truck.
Good to know.
When I could finally breathe again and the tremors had subsided, I peeked my eyes open.
They squinted against the harsh rays of the sunlight, which somehow seemed brighter than it had before.
When my eyes adjusted, Josh came into focus.
He sat back, but his large frame was still hunched awkwardly between my splayed legs, although he didn’t seem to mind if the pleased smile on his glistening lips was anything to go by.
My body flashed hot as I realized it was the evidence of what we’d just done casting a sheen across his mouth.
I moved, sitting up so I could scooch back and give him more room.
The cab wasn’t small by any means, but it hadn’t exactly been built for these kinds of things.
Now that the haze of lust was gone, I was beginning to feel uncomfortably exposed.
I squirmed against the seat, noticing how embarrassingly wet I was, something the breeze through the windows reminded me of.
Josh wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but it did nothing to wipe his grin off. “Worth the risk?” he asked playfully, pride glinting in his eyes.
My lips twitched involuntarily into a smile.
This side of Josh was new to me. The intimate side only past lovers and girlfriends had seen.
Seeing it thrilled me, and I wondered what other parts of Josh I had yet to learn and discover.
While I knew him better than most, there were parts of him I hadn’t been privileged to know.
But now I was slowly becoming acquainted to every facet of Josh, and it did nothing to help stop the freefall I was in when it came to my feelings for him.
Over the sounds of the wind blowing through the trees and the birds singing came the distant sound of a rumbling engine.
The approaching noise had my reply dying in my throat as my heart rate skyrocketed and fear trickled through me, turning the heat left over from Josh and his ministrations into icy, cold dread.
Josh’s alarmed eyes met mine before we both turned to see a truck heading our way in the distance.
“ Shit ,” Josh and I cursed in unison.
We flew into action, our hands colliding as we both reached for my shorts.