Chapter 23 #2
I snort out a laugh almost as loudly as Stevie does. Jameson follows behind them as she loops her arm with our uncle’s, and Nash feeds her a piece of his cotton candy while still perched up high.
“I love them and hate them so much right now,” I say as I watch them walk away.
He laughs quietly from behind me, leaning in to speak against my ear. “Get in the car, Crowne.”
It’s less than ten minutes to my place from here, but I rub my thighs together, very aware of how stretched out and wet my panties are.
Once I’m seated in his passenger seat, Julian rounds the front of the truck and hops in.
There’s a podcast queued up when it turns on, and as much as I love listening to them, I’d much rather hear the noises I can get him to make.
It’s reckless, but I unbuckle and twist my body toward him. He glances at me, doing a double take as I reach for him. “Crowne.”
“You drive,” I say, unbuckling his belt. “And I’ll play.” As I open the button to his pants, he lifts his hips just enough so I can run my palm along his length.
“Fuck, the way you want me,” he says on an exhale. It’s not lost on me that I feel that same way—lust-filled and awestruck at how this man makes me feel so incredibly wanted.
I swipe my thumb along the slit and drag his arousal down the smooth underside of his hard cock. He hums his approval. It’s not enough to touch, and yes, I want to make him feel good, but selfishly, I want to taste. And I want him to moan for me again.
The moment I run my tongue along the tip of him, he lets out a gruff moan, and my pussy throbs. It spurs me on, so I wrap my lips around him and use my tongue to tease and explore. The angle is all wrong, but it’s impossible to stop when I feel his fingers glide into my hair.
“Your mouth,” he whispers. The car brakes jerk us slightly as I take him deeper and swallow. “Sorry.” He sucks in a fast breath. “Oh, fuck. That’s it,” he grits out.
I drag my tongue back up and swirl, gripping at his thigh for leverage with one hand, and with the other, I reach down and play with myself.
“Tease me just like that.” He must look at what I’m doing because he groans and says, “You’re so fucking sexy. That’s it, play with that pussy. Get her nice and ready for me, baby.”
The dashboard light is dim, but it’s enough to see how impossibly hard he’s gotten in just a few minutes.
I flatten my tongue, gliding it up and down as I move and grip him at the base.
He tastes like the both of us, and that alone makes me hum around him.
My fingers tease my clit and drag through my pussy with every sound he makes.
A small laugh escapes him, having heard me. “My mouth is watering thinking about how wet you are doing this right now. Does sucking my cock turn you on, Crowne?”
I smile the moment my lips pull away and breathily answer, “Apparently.”
He groans in response, his cock flexing in my palm like that answer was heard all over his body. I like how that pleased him and my pussy tingles in response.
Wrapping my lips around him, I circle and flick my tongue where he’s most sensitive, gripping his base and slowly pumping my wrist. So focused on him, and the way my other hand is teasing myself, I don’t pay attention to where we are, only that when we turn, one arm holds me, keeping me steady from too much.
I realize he must have turned down my street because he floors it.
Oral sex has never been on my must-have list, but with him, it’s almost as much fun to give as it is to receive.
When he shifts the truck to park, I work my way down once more before my lips pop off of him. He shoves his seat all the way back and tells me, “That might have been the hardest drive of my fucking life.”
“Definitely the hardest thing I’ve ever had in my mouth on a drive,” I say in a sarcastic tone that has him smiling.
“Did you just make a dirty joke?” he asks as he reaches behind me and grips the back of my skirt, palming my ass cheek and squeezing.
I don’t have a chance to respond to the question before his hand wraps possessively around the front of my neck, moving me up and to his waiting lips.
His tongue meets mine in a clash of lips and teeth.
My hands grip along the front of his shirt, trying to pull closer.
I want more. I want to finish what we’ve started in that parking lot, right now.
And while it would take less than twenty feet from the front seat to my door, I can’t wait.
The windows are already fogged, despite the truck still running with the AC on.
The only thing out here close enough to see what’s going on here, is my place, everything else is fields and a river, but nobody here to see
When I pull back from his mouth, it’s as if he heard me. He nips at my lips and says, “Glove compartment.”
I turn back and open it, an eager smile tugging at my lips as I pull out a condom. “You always this prepared?”
He plucks it from my fingers, and I pull off my cowgirl boots.
“This truck was waiting for me in the airplane hangar when I got here—there’s safety features in every compartment of this thing.”
Lifting his ass up, he shoves his pants and boxer briefs down enough for his cock to spring free. As he rips open the condom and rolls it on, I shimmy my skirt back up around my hips and rise to my knees on the long seat, lifting a leg over and then the other to straddle his lap.
“Let me see you,” he says, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and pulling my mouth to his again.
His other hand roams to my pussy as two fingers glide through my stretched-out panties.
A whimper crawls up my throat as he shoves them aside and runs the pads of his fingers along my cunt and up to my clit.
My breathing is already heavy, but the way his fingers drag through my mess has me rushing out every bit of oxygen I’ve got.
He hums in satisfaction before lifting the same two fingers to my bottom lip and then pulling me in to kiss them.
It’s urgent and carnal as he nips and licks off my arousal, and I grip onto his shoulders, grinding my pussy forward.
Needing him inside me, I lean back slightly, barely breaking away from his kiss to look down and watch as he drags his cock through my wetness.
Once. Twice. I tremble at the third swipe when he circles my clit.
“Show me. I want to see my cock stretch you nice and tight," he says, still gripping it. “How’s that sound?”
It’s a needy whimper that comes from my throat, one I have no control over, because I want that.
Shifting my body over him, I move my hands to his shoulders, as he drags himself between my lips, but this time the teasing is rewarded as I watch myself sink down slowly. And he was right—the way his cock fills me, it’s a tight stretch that I feel all over my body.
“So fucking tight,” he grits out, his hands gripping at my hips helping guide me. He holds my hips down when I’m fully seated on him.
“Julian,” I breathe out, tipping my head back. He flicks open the top button of my jean vest, then the one below that, and then the next.
My chest rises and falls quickly as his fingers trace the lace of my bra. His thumb lingers back and forth over my nipple, making it harder and more sensitive with every teasing swipe. It’s what has me rolling my hips, desperate for more friction, for more of him, just more.
“Not yet, baby. Stay like that for me,” he says, just before he yanks the front of my bra down so my breasts spill out.
“So beautiful.” Leaning forward, he runs his tongue across each breast, and a loud moan flees me.
He wraps his lips and tongue around my already aching nipple—I never realized how much I liked attention on my breasts.
Dragging his teeth, he flattens his tongue, teasing me before sucking again. I moan on my exhale, shoving my fingers into his hair as I watch while he plays.
It takes everything in me not to roll my hips and chase the friction I’m so badly craving. I feel so impossibly full and my pussy pulses. I know he feels it, because when I start to tip my hips back, he holds me tighter, not allowing me an inch.
“Stay.” He inhales sharply, wrapping both arms around my body now as he sits taller. “I want to feel you just like this,” he says a breath away from my lips.
He lifts his head away from my wet and swollen nipples, tilts his head back to the headrest of his seat, and says, “Go ahead, ride me. Take everything you want, Wyn.”
Without wasting a second, I’m rolling my hips, feeling how deep he hits, and I feel like I can’t breathe.
The angle of him massages a spot so perfectly that my pussy throbs.
I want to feel it again, so I roll my hips and keep the same pace over and over, making myself moan as he plays with my breasts.
Sweat slicks my skin and his as he leans forward again, licking a path up the valley of my breasts and then holding my shoulder down and fucking me deeper.
My gasp turns into a whimper when he does it again, then guides my hips in another grinding motion to give my clit some attention.
I chase this feeling, how I’m clenching around his length on every thrust, the pleasure he’s giving me spreading throughout my body.
“That’s it. So fucking good,” he coaxes, encouraging me to keep going. “Don’t hold back,” he rushes out.
The way our bodies move together feels too good, and I know I could come within moments.
The full length of him is buried as I find purchase, one hand gripping at the nape of his neck, fingers fist into his hair as the other holds myself up as I brace my palm on his chest. My fingers fist his shirt as I roll my hips again, only this time, it’s like it unleashes something he’s been holding back.
He thrusts up, fucking into me deeper, no more taking his time.
“I’m so close,” I whisper, wanting to come and also not wanting it to end. The intensity of how he’s looking at me, the fullness of him inside me, the build-up to this point, and the need we both share are nearly as good as I know the payoff will be.
“Come on, let me feel it,” he says, and something inside me releases.
My eyes lock on his as my orgasm slowly starts like it’s crawled along my skin quietly, until this very moment at his command, when he pulls his hips back and then thrusts them at the same time as I roll mine.
Body tensing, my mouth falls open, but not a single sound leaves me as I completely unravel around him.
But I don’t stop moving, wanting more as Julian fucks me from below.
One—oh god. Two—right there. Three—I feel him tense completely, holding my body tight to his until he comes just as hard, his mouth open and buried in my chest as he moans, wet lips brushing the curve of my breast. I keep moving, readying to chase another orgasm that feels like it’s built up again.
With my fingers tangled in his hair, I hold around his shoulders, forehead pressing along his as we try catching our breath, enjoying every last pulse of an orgasm that’s left me panting all over again, and him nearly shaking.
Minutes tick by before he loosens his hold around me.
He leans back, seemingly dazed and content.
Hair messy from the way my fingers toyed with it, lips smirking, hopefully replaying every little detail of what we just did.
My body is still keyed up and wanting, my pulse racing against his chest. I feel undone and vulnerable, my clothes bunched and stretched out.
The smell of sex, of us, lingers around us.
A smile takes over my face as he grins up at me, dragging his fingers up between my breasts and up my neck, gripping my nape and pulling me to him.
“Still nowhere near done,” he says before punctuating it with a deliciously slow kiss.
“Come inside,” I say, pulling back. “I need to be fed, then fucked. And if you can make me come like that again, I might ask you to stay this time.” I nip at his lower lip.
One hand frames along the side of my face, keeping my lips close to his when he responds, “I love a good challenge.”