20. Mia
MIA
That might be the hottest thing he could’ve said in this moment.
At least combined with the gruff tone in his voice and the way he’s looking at me.
I turn on the four-wheeler to face him. “I’m very?—”
Then he’s cupping my face and says, his voice even huskier, “You up for doing a little extra work?”
My pussy clenches, and if he is not referring to us having sex on this four-wheeler, we are not as on the same page as I’ve been assuming.
“Definitely.”
He kisses me, hot and deep, his mouth opening immediately, so his tongue can stroke along my lips and then against my tongue as soon as I grant him access.
He gives a little growl as I moan into his mouth.
Sliding to the ground accomplishes two things. One, it gets my body up against his more fully. Two, it allows him to take a seat on the four-wheeler. That’s the only thing that pulls our mouths apart, and not for long.
He climbs on the four-wheeler and then reaches out, lifting me onto the machine with him. I’m facing him, straddling his thighs, my skirt hiking up high on my legs.
His big hand rests on the back of my neck, and he kisses me deeply with his other hand against my lower back, grinding me against his hard cock.
Shudders of heat and lust go through me, and I happily help with the grinding.
“Can’t get totally naked on a four-wheeler,” he says against my mouth. “Someone could drive up. And lots of potential bug bites.”
“This will have to do,” I say, reaching for the tie behind my neck that’s holding my dress up. I pull on the end of the bow and the bodice of my dress gapes and falls away from my breasts.
My bra-less breasts.
David growls his approval. “This will more than do.”
One hand drops to cup my left breast, his rough thumb rubbing over the tip, causing my pussy to clench and heat to build in my gut.
I’m about to say something about him getting his clothes out of the way, but then he says something that makes me freeze.
“Lift up. Use the handlebars.”
My gaze flies to his. Those are the exact words I wrote in the latest chapter of my fanfiction.
I’ve only published half of the scene, and it just published about an hour ago.
That has to be a coincidence. My mind spins.
There are probably only a few ways, maybe one, to give that instruction. That has to be it.
“Mia? Put your hands on the handlebars and lift yourself up.”
I know. Right. I need to do that.
I reach back and grip the handlebars, lifting myself slightly. Okay, that totally works the way I imagined, though it’s going to take more muscle stamina to hold myself here than I really thought through. It also leaves me unable to use my hands for anything else.
That doesn’t seem to be a problem for David. Both of his hands slide to my outer thighs, then slip up under my skirt to rest on my hips, his thumbs in the creases of my hips.
His gaze is hot as he studies me, my breasts fully on display, my back arched slightly by the position of my hands. His gaze goes from my breasts to my eyes, then back to my breasts.
“Holy shit, you are a fantasy come true,” he says. He leans in and puts his mouth on my nipple, sucking hard as his hands strip my panties down my legs. Without any encouragement needed, I lift so that he can slide them all the way off my legs and toss them somewhere. I don’t care where at all.
I settle back down onto the seat. I’m shifted back enough that he’s able to undo his buckle, then the snap and zipper of his fly. His eyes are still glued on me. He lifts his hips and pulls denim and cotton out of my way.
“One disadvantage to this is I can’t see you as well as I want to,” I tell him.
He gives a little chuckle and reaches for one of my hands, bringing it forward to his cock. I happily wrap my hand around him. He’s thick and hot and steely hard.
“I guess you’re gonna have to go by touch,” he tells me, his voice tight.
“Guess so,” I say, my voice breathless.
I stroke up and down his length twice before he says, “The other disadvantage is I don’t think it’s going to work to sit you up on those handlebars and bury my face between your legs.”
Now I suck in a breath, my eyes wide. Not because of the thing he said…okay, yes, because of the thing he said. But not because David said it to me. Because my hero said it to my heroine in my latest scene.
Since it’s not something I could just type into a search bar, I’d actually looked up the measurements to a four-wheeler, then got a tape measure out, trying to figure out if there was a way for the hero to comfortably eat the heroine while she was balanced on the handlebars.
I decided that while it might be possible and perhaps people would suspend their disbelief for a hot scene like that, it made more sense for them to just get right to the sex and leave him going down on her for another time.
“You okay?” he asks me.
There’s something in his voice. Almost like he’s teasing me.
“Why did you say that?” I ask.
“Because after last night, I’m addicted to your pussy. I’m probably always going to be thinking about if I can get into position to get my tongue on you.”
I flush with heat and my clit aches a little, wanting his tongue.
“Think about that,” he says. “If we’re going to keep seeing each other, know that wherever we are—The Come Again, Dottie’s, a bonfire, my mom’s kitchen table, your parents’ backyard—I’m always going to be thinking, at least a little, about when I can next see, touch, and taste this gorgeous body.”
The heat and ache intensify. “I’m…” I swallow. “I’m okay with that.”
He gives me a grin. “Good. ’Cuz I’d probably be thinking it even if we weren’t together, but if we’re dating, at least that means it’s foreplay instead of pure torture.”
God, I want to kiss him so badly. I want that mouth and those hands all over me.
But I shake my head and make myself ask, “Did it just occur to you to maybe sit me up on the handlebars?”
I can see a smirk tugging at his mouth. “I read something like that. But the guy didn’t think it would work.” He runs his hands up my thighs and squeezes my hips. “I think he’s right, but for the wrong reason.”
I’m staring at him. He read it somewhere? “Why do you think it won’t work?” I ask, that question overriding my curiosity about how he knows about it.
“It’s not so much the height—I would happily bend myself into a pretzel to get another taste of you. It’s that you don’t have anything to lean against or really hang onto. I don’t want to risk you falling off when you’re coming nice and hard.”
He’s got a point . That’s actually my first thought.
My pussy can’t get over the idea of having his mouth on her again.
But the immediate second thought is where did he read about this?
It’s possible that I’m not the first and only author to think about sex on a four-wheeler, or oral sex with the woman on the handlebars, but this all just seems a little too convenient.
“You read about it? Where? Sounds like my kind of literature.”
“Oh, it sure is. I was delighted to find out you’re the author.”
My heart thumps hard as surprise hits me directly in the chest.
He knows about my fanfiction. Oh my God.
“How?” I ask simply.
“Charlie,” he answers, just as simply.
Of course.
“When?”
“The day I came into the library with the print molds for you.”
My eyes widen. “You’ve known all this time?”
He grins. “I’m your biggest fan. I’ve even helped with a couple questions you’ve asked.”
I shake my head. “What? You and I have chatted online ?”
He nods. “Hi, TUFFGUY1.”
My mouth drops open. TUFFGUY1 is a newer user but he has, in fact, been commenting on all of my stuff lately. He’s been so encouraging, so enthusiastic, and has given me a couple of really great prompts. Like how taking the couple out of the sex club would mean their relationship was progressing.
I can’t believe that’s David.
“You’ve…I’ve…I just…”
He squeezes me. “Are you mad? I love your stuff. I love your sweet and your naughty side, Mia. I want to make every fantasy come true for you.”
“I…” But I realize I’m not mad. I publish fanfiction. I put my stuff up on a public page. It’s a page I never would have expected David to find, of course, but I can’t be upset that people actually read the stuff I publicly publish.
“I’ve read the books too. I did that first. And I think it’s hilarious and fun you made Grant the owner of a sex club.
It’s a great series and your stuff is definitely hot, but it’s also got substance.
And you clearly love the source material.
” He rubs small circles on my hips. “It’s made me feel closer to you. ”
I wet my lips. “It’s been fun talking to you online. I’ve appreciated your encouragement to make the relationship more than just a sexual one inside the club.”
He nods. “It felt really natural the way you’ve written them.”
I swallow. “Thanks. I’ve liked the challenge of expanding beyond the dirty stuff.”
He grins. “Good. But your dirty stuff is really good.”
I feel a surge of what I can only describe as empowerment. I’ve affected him with my writing. I love that. “I haven’t finished the scene.”
“I noticed.” He leans in, bringing his mouth closer to mine again. “Are you using me tonight just to get ideas?”
“Research is very important,” I tell him.
He laughs. “Indeed. And if you hadn’t been absolutely obsessed with me, I’d wonder if I’m nothing but an experiment for you.”
I laugh. “But you will help finish the scene?”
His smile goes from purely happy to a little roguish. “Oh, yes, my sweet, naughty, surprising librarian writer. I will happily help you finish. At least twice.”
My entire body gets hot and I wiggle against him. “Thank you, David.”
He chuckles. “So our boy is going to tell her to ride his cock like the sweet dirty girl she is…but only for him.”
Oh, I like that. “Okay,” I say breathlessly.
“She can go crazy,” he says. “Say and do anything with him.” He squeezes my ass. “Isn’t that right, Mia?”
I nod. I, of course, understand that, right now, I’m the sweet, dirty girl in this scene.