Chapter 4 #5
I start to laugh because this sums her up so completely.
Who sleeps in their car behind a hedge in a deserted field on a hill in the middle of nowhere?
And who knew Rig was sitting in the corner observing everything and everybody?
But maybe that’s what all the people who don’t talk much do.
And I could smack myself on the head because, duh, of course it is.
That’s what I do most of the time. You’re assessing people, looking for threats.
When you’ve been in a lose-your-life kind of danger, you’d be crazy if you didn’t do that.
All that watching didn’t keep me out of trouble, though, did it?
And what danger has Rig been in that makes him such an expert?
All the time he was sitting being huge and dark and mysterious, he was working everyone out.
I don’t understand why, but the hurt of this conversation recedes, leaving me with the sense that for the first time someone’s been straight with me about who I am and what people say about me.
So much for trying to hide it. No wonder guys like Mike and Dave are looking for an easy lay and nothing more.
And clearly Rig’s doing that, too, but at least he’s being honest about it.
I press my ass down into Rig, and his eyebrows rise. He’s still hard between us, and I grin as I rub against him.
He groans. “Not fucking you now, babe.”
I move a bit more. Rocking. And the friction where I’m hot and wet fires in my blood.
“Fuck,” he says.
Going up on my knees, I shimmy my panties down over my hips, shifting from one knee to the other to pull them down and off while his eyes skip from my breasts to my folds. I sink back down and I’m bare, wet, and sliding over his cock. Holy shit, that feels amazing.
His eyes close, and he’s either sinking into this or doesn’t need the extra stimulation, so I reach out and snag a condom from the drawer in the nightstand.
When I come back to sit over him, he’s looking at me with dark eyes.
With a half smile, I rip the packet open with my teeth and hold it in one hand while I rub over his slit with my thumb and under the sensitive head, back and forth, watching his eyes flutter closed and a red flush build in his cheeks.
He opens his mouth, maybe to say something, and I roll the condom down his length.
Leaning forward and propping myself on one hand in the bed, I whisper, “Feel good?” against his lips.
I shift up on my knees, holding his cock and angling it to the right position as I kiss him.
His mouth chases mine when I move backward, pressing down.
His tip stretches my entrance, and just like last time, I gasp as his hands land on my hips and he sits up as I try to accommodate the stretch of him.
One huge hand comes up to cup my breast, and he flicks my other nipple with his tongue, groaning into my skin and rubbing his nose back and forth as it hardens.
“Goddamn,” he rumbles.
I slide my knees out farther and shimmy my hips, and he brings a hand between my legs and brushes over my clit. And that does it because I open up on a gasp, stretching as the head of his cock pushes right in.
“Oh … oh …”
“Yeah, that’s good,” he mumbles, the hand on my hip urging me down as he rubs me. I can’t conceive that I could take more, but somehow he sinks in until the hot skin of his hips is against the inside of the thighs. I let out a long, controlled sigh over his neck.
“Yeah, babe.”
I adjust around him as he kisses my throat.
“You like it slow,” he mutters into my skin.
I gasp-laugh at this. “Not sure I can take you in very quickly.”
“Mm-hmm,” he says. “Not sure I can take the heat and the tightness that fast, either. Went too quick last time. Came too fast, too. Feels so goddamn good, Carl.”
I roll my hips forward, not moving exactly, but getting more comfortable, and he sinks his teeth into my throat.
Pushing at him persuades him to lie back down, and as soon as he’s lying flat, I put my hands on his shoulders and start to move, widening my thighs as I rock.
His head tips back with a groan, a pulse jumping in his neck, and sweat starts to break out over his face and his chest. I feel so goddamn strong and powerful as I shift more and faster.
His fingers on my hips urge me on, sliding in to find my clit, and electricity buzzes through my body and down my legs.
“Rig.” My voice is a hot gasp of need.
“Yeah, baby. Oh yeah.”
I can’t tell him how close I am, all I can do is shake my head, but he gets it because he spans my thighs with his thumbs brushing up and down my folds where he’s disappearing inside me.
And oh my God, that makes me so fucking shivery when he’s stretching me like this, all my nerve endings coalescing on his moving fingers, hot and sensitive.
When he shifts a finger to my clit, my orgasm moves from the toot of a train in the distance to a thousand-ton engine barreling down the tracks.
“Oh, God, Rig. I gotta …”
“I’m right there with you,” he groans.
“I’m gonna go. Oh, Jesus! Right now, right now …”
And I tip over the edge as I shake with the force of it, shudders wracking through me as he knifes up and fixes his teeth on my neck, not hard, just holding me. His big body convulses against mine, his cock pulsing inside me, the hairs on his chest rough on my sensitive nipples.
“Oh my, oh my.” I try and suck in air, patting his back like an idiot. So I still my hand and lean into him, trying to breathe, trying to reel in the golden wires my thoughts have become, flung out like a spider’s web in a hundred different directions.
When he collapses back down, he takes me with him and I close my eyes. And one wire has spooled in faster than the rest: This may not be anything permanent, but at least we now both know where we stand.