Shelby #3
“Fuck it,” he mumbled, before he swerved toward the side of the road and braked hard.
His eyes remained on the road but if they looked at me, they would have seen the way my jaw fell open and my legs parted of their own accord.
This was a Corbin I wasn’t used to. Assertive in the most alluring of ways and even with the air conditioner currently blowing through the cab, I was sweating.
We were just off the road and parked on a stretch of land which overlooked the ocean.
The area between here and the highway meant we had enough privacy to do whatever we wanted, not that I cared.
He flung his door open and before I had time to do anything other than unbuckle my belt, he was beside me, reefing my door open and pulling me from the truck.
He moved with purpose, bringing me around and practically throwing me onto the open tray of his truck.
Our breaths were heavy, his chest rising and falling as rapidly as mine as we stared at each other for a split second before we both lunged in an apocalyptic moment I would never forget.
The moment you realise your entire life is about to change and even if you wanted to stop you couldn’t because you’re driven by something beyond your control. Something planned by a force greater than you.
I traced the light stubble of his cheeks, raking my nails down his back.
The cool metal underneath me provided a gentle relief to the heat we were creating.
He left a trail of kisses down my neck before he took a step back, reaching for the top of my dress.
Tipping back, I caught myself with my hands behind me, silently begging him to touch my body.
Instead, he ripped through the buttons in one fluid motion, leaving me breathless. It was chaotic and it was gorgeous.
“Precise,” I commended breathlessly.
“Fuckkk,” he whispered, appraising my now naked form.
“Shel,” he pleaded, trailing a finger down my chest and stopping just before the apex of my thighs where I knew he would find me a mess. A mess for him .
“Please,” he begged, sounding pained as if I was going to be the one to stop this. As if I wanted him to stop. And wanting nothing more than for him to bring me to my knees, I spread my legs a little wider, an invitation of my own.
The air between us thickened, his eyes lingering on my pussy before he surrounded me again, crashing my lips under his own.
His hands moved down my neck and over my bare skin which immediately erupted into goosebumps despite the warm night air.
Unknowingly, I began shuffling forward, desperate to wrap my legs around him and garner some kind of friction against my swollen, hungry core.
It was dark outside, the echoes of the waves rolling onto the shore, the perfect acoustics to the passionate sounds of our need. He kissed along my jaw, repeatedly reminding me how much he loved my scent, how it drove him crazy with need, before he palmed my breasts.
“You’re so perfect,” he admired, taking each nipple into his mouth tenderly. He trailed patterns across my skin with his tongue while my head fell backwards, all thoughts focused on the ache between my legs.
I was desperate to lay back and spread my thighs further, to quicken his path to where I wanted him most but he took his time, kissing and nipping across my stomach and I was a victim to his movements. He was the maestro and I was his muse.
After what felt like hours, I brought my feet up onto the tray and allowed my knees to part.
The desire danced across his features only fuelling my confidence and I bit my lower lip in anticipation.
Slowly, as if time stood still, he bent forward, his tongue darting out to dance across my swollen flesh as he licked a path through my centre.
The warmth of him there caused me to moan so loud I was certain the cars on the highway would hear.
“Oh, Christ,” I praised. He was a god, and I was his devoted sinner because the way his tongue worshipped my pussy was pure, sinful ecstasy.
He drew circles around my swollen bud before sucking it into his mouth, his hands gripping my thighs and holding me to him so tightly I was certain he would suffocate.
“You taste so fucking good,” he moaned and his words only increased my desire.
The cold metal of the truck bed affording the perfect coolant to my body which felt set to ignite under his tongue.
I ran my hands across his spiky hair as I rocked against his mouth.
Meeting the licks and flicks of his tongue with my own filthy rigour.
My head fell back again, my hips rising until I was firmly pressing him into me, gyrating against his face and chasing the release which was just below the surface.
“Don’t stop,” I panted, the prickle of nerve endings beginning to sizzle under my skin as I listened to the way he ate my pussy like I was his salvation.
My eyes were closed yet he was all I could see.
I imagined the mischievous smirk he gave me whenever I did something he liked.
The way he felt in my hand as I pumped his thick cock until he sprayed his release against my stomach.
The rough way he kissed me back in the bar, uncaring as to who could see.
The way his tongue flicked against my clit, knowing precisely where I needed him.
And right now, the ways he gently pressed a finger against my core, until he buried it inside me, pumping in and out.
When he moaned against my skin, the vibration shot through me and I screamed, slicing through the air and fucking his face with abandon.
He continued to devour me while I rode the wave of pleasure, my thrusts slowing down as I came back to earth, the sounds of the ocean becoming prominent once again.
“Just a second,” he mumbled, pressing a chaste kiss inside my thigh, before disappearing and I wondered what he was doing before I heard the door to the truck open and him ruffling around inside.
When he reappeared with the blanket I’d bought earlier and something else I couldn’t decipher, I waited impatiently. I wanted more .
The truck creaked as he hauled himself up and knelt above me, ripping his shirt up and over his head. He laid the blanket down in the space next to me and gestured for me to move over.
“I need to feel myself against your skin,” he admitted and I grinned.
“You want a ten for ten , Corbs?” I asked teasingly, the sight of his lust enough to make me heady.
His face, while mostly darkened, was molten lava and there was no mistaking the emotion in his gaze. He was starving and I was his wanton snack of choice.
“I want an all-night,” he growled, before he came down on his knees and invaded my space.
I moaned, slowly grazing a finger along his jaw.
God, he was perfect and while I wasn’t sure what would happen when I went home or if I would survive living on the other side of the world from him again, in that very moment everything felt perfect.
He pressed me down under his weight and the comfort of having him blanket me was a feeling I’d cherish forever. A time when I felt truly grounded.
He met my gaze, his thumb brushing across my mouth, and as if all my manifesting had finally come to fruition, he kissed me with a passion that was eighteen years in the making.