Chapter Six
Her legs gave out before I got her back to the cot.
I caught her, pulled her with me, and sat down. The bunk creaked, but I didn’t care. I put her in my lap, facing me, her knees on either side of my hips, my hands around her waist. She was slick, shaking, and still reaching for my mouth.
“I can’t stand.”
“You don’t have to.” I kissed her. Bit her lower lip. Let her feel me hard again against the mess between her thighs. “You sit. I use you.”
She nodded, already moving against me, spreading what I’d left in her.
Two rounds and she still wanted more. I lifted her by the waist and lowered her onto me in one slow slide.
It was deeper this way, no mercy in the angle.
She pressed her forehead to mine and moaned like she’d been emptied and filled at once.
“That’s it. Take it all.”
“I can feel everything.” Wrecked. Honest. Hungry. “You. What you already put in me. God—”
“That’s mine.” I rolled my hips and watched her mouth fall open. “That’s two loads in this tight little pussy, and you’re still dripping on my cock like you want a third. You do.”
“Yes.”
I gave her a few strokes like that, using her weight, letting her bounce only as much as I allowed. Then I pulled her hair. Not a yank. A fist at the back of her skull that tipped her face up so she had to look at me while I fucked into her.
“Eyes on me when I’m in you.”
She moaned. Her pussy clenched. Message received.
I kept the hold and used my other hand on her breast, thumb rough over a nipple that was already tight, then a pinch that made her gasp and grind down harder.
“Sensitive.”
“Yes—please—”
I pinched again, sharper, and fucked up into her at the same time. She cried out and clung to my shoulders. I did it once more because I liked the way she soaked me when it hurt just enough.
“You climbed a tower untouched, and now you’re in my lap, taking cock like you were made for it.” I let go of her hair, then took hold again. “Look at you. Stuffed. Leaking. Still rolling your hips like you’re starving.”
“Don’t stop talking.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
I lifted her almost off me and brought her back down. The cot hit the wall. She shouted. I did it again. Then I slapped her ass, a sharp sound that made her moan instead of protest. I felt the heat under my hand. I did it again on the other side and used the jolt to bury myself deeper.
“That’s for stopping my hand on the condom,” I said against her mouth. “You asked to feel every bit of it. Now you do.”
She laughed, broken and filthy, and pushed back into the next slap like she wanted the sting. Good. I gave her two more, then gripped the warmed skin and fucked her in short, claiming thrusts, a hand splayed over her stomach so I could feel myself moving in her.
“You feel that? That’s me rearranging you. That’s what you’ll take down twelve flights of wet stairs in the morning. My shirt. My cum still inside you. Nobody at the truck has to know. I will. Every time you sit tomorrow, you’ll remember what I did to you.”
“Grant—”
“Say it.”
“I’ll feel you tomorrow.”
“You’ll feel me now.”
I hauled her off me. She made an unhappy sound. I put her on her knees on the grate between my thighs, fist in her hair, and looked at her.
“Mouth. Taste what you’ve already taken.”
She went eagerly. Messy. Unskilled. Filthy with both of us.
I told her to open wider. I told her to use her hand on what she could not swallow.
I kept the grip in her hair and fucked her mouth in shallow, controlled strokes because I was not going to come down her throat when I had a better place for it.
She gagged softly, recovered, and came back for more, eyes wet, lips shining.
“Good girl. That’s us on your tongue. Don’t be shy about it.”
She wasn’t. She sucked me like the lesson had finally clicked, and when I pulled her off, she chased my cock with her mouth.
“Up here. I finish in you. That hasn’t changed.”
I sat her on me again in one thrust. She cried out into my mouth. I gave her the roughness the glass had started: one hand in her hair, the other pinching and rolling a nipple until she was twitching on every stroke, my palm cracking against her ass whenever she tried to hide her face in my throat.
“Don’t hide. I want to hear it.”
“It’s too much—”
“It’s exactly enough.” I spanked her again and felt her clench. “You’re soaking me. Your body likes it rough. Say it.”
“I like it.” She kissed me, clumsy, desperate. “I like it when you’re rough. Please don’t stop.”
I didn’t.
I fucked her until she came, shaking apart in my lap, hair in my fist, a cry punched out of her that the thinning rain could not cover.
Her pussy locked down around me so hard I had to grit my teeth.
I kept thrusting through it, kept the pinch on her nipple, kept talking filthy praise into her mouth while she vibrated on my cock.
“That’s it. Milk it. Make me fill you.”
I pushed in deep and came with a groan I didn’t hold back, filling her a third time, holding her down so she took every pulse. I stayed inside, my hand on her stomach, feeling the aftershocks under my palm, my cum making a mess where we were joined.
The thunder was farther away now, the weather changing. Morning was coming, whether we wanted it or not.
I kissed her hair. I did not pull out. I left a last lazy spank on her ass to feel her flutter around me.
“Sleep if you can,” I said. “I’m not done with you before they cut the road.”