Chapter Five
Charlotte
I’ve never thought of myself as the fast and easy type, but right now I can’t help myself.
Jake is perfect.
I mean, I know deep down that can’t be true.
He must have faults. For a second, I wonder what they are but that thought is squashed by my lips pressing against his, and his massive hand scrubbing against the side of my face, by the growl deep in his throat as he pulls me closer and tangles his tongue with mine.
I’m not even sure what’s happening, I only know I like it, and I don’t want it to stop.
His hand grips my thigh as we roll toward the stop light in the center of town. “Damn, you’re gonna have to stop or I’m going to make bad decisions.”
“Make them,” I pant, one hand in his beard, the other on his chest, twisting at the buttons on his shirt. “Make bad decisions with me.”
Glancing down, I notice the hard length of his cock stretching along the inside leg of his jeans. For some reason, knowing he’s struggling with his need for me makes me want him even more.
“You’re young, sweet girl. You don’t know what you’re getting into, and I have very bad intentions.”
The light turns green, and he presses his foot down on the gas harder than necessary, jolting us forward as he shifts into gear with his free hand.
“Maybe I have worse intentions.”
He laughs under his breath. “Don’t toy with me.”
“I’m not toying with you,” I say, dragging my hand down his inked forearms and onto his lap. “I feel so safe with you.”
A moment later, he’s pulling the truck into the woods outside of town, tucking behind a grove of pine and a snowbank the plow has pushed forward with a season’s worth of snow. The heat from the truck floods warmth through the vents as I climb up onto his lap.
I have no idea what I’m doing, and I’ve never felt an urge like this in my life, but I keep moving like I’ve been here a thousand times before.
Maybe it’s because everything feels natural with Jake.
Like his hands know exactly where to go.
Like his lips are following a path. Like his fingertips already know the exact amount of pressure I like.
He reaches down and pushes the seat back, giving us more room to move. “Damn, baby.” He wraps his hand against the back of my neck and pulls me in, kissing me like I’m a prize, like he’s been waiting for me, like I’m the one. It’s a dangerous thought to have but I let myself believe it anyway.
I wonder if he’s letting himself believe it too.
I grind against his lap without thought, desperate to find friction from any solid object I can get against my throbbing clit. He picks up on this quickly and moves his knee in place between my legs, offering me a place to rock back and forth as he kisses my neck and squeezes my breasts.
“You’re so fucking soft,” he growls as he scrapes his teeth against the lobe of my ear, spreading a wet, hot shiver down my spine.
This is wrong. I know it’s wrong. Technically, he’s my boss. My much, much older boss, but none of that matters right now. Right now, we’re two people in a moment that no one else can stop. Right now, whatever this is, it’s for us.
I rock back and forth against his knee, biting back the sounds that slip from my lips as the windows fog.
“Can you come for me, little lamb?”
Little lamb? I’m not sure where that’s coming from, but I love it. I want to be his little everything.
“Can you scream out for me? I’m desperate for your pretty sounds.” He clenches his jaw as he speaks and thrusts upward slightly as though he’s as impatient as I am.
Reaching between us, I unbuckle his jeans and run my hand down over his hard length. He’s so big, so thick, so long.
God, I want him!
“You did that to me, little lamb. You’re making me so hard.”
My clit throbs as the words leave his lips. I want to pull his cock out. I want to slide him inside of me. I want to lick him, touch him, and know what he feels like, but he’s huge, the angle is awkward, and I don’t think I could get him free without more room.
He leans in and growls, scraping his teeth against my shoulder. “I can see what you’re thinking. You want me inside of you, don’t you?”
I whimper and nod slightly. “You’d be my first.”
His eyes darken as though he’s possessed. “Your first?”
I nod again. “I’ve never done this before.”
He growls, deeper this time as he pulls me in closer. “You’ve been saving yourself?”
I’m not sure I’d call it saving myself. More so, I haven’t met anyone physical intimacy felt right with, but I nod anyway. “I don’t want to wait anymore, though. Everything feels so right with you.”
His big, rough hand lands on the side of my cheek. “How about this? How about you come for me right here, let me watch you, then we go slow, we take our time, and we do this the right way.”
I rock faster, his eyes locked on mine in a haze of something feral and wild. “I want you now.”
He grins and resituates in his seat, gripping my hips with one hand as he cups my breast with the other. “Oh, little lamb, you have no fucking clue how badly I want you, but I want to do it right. Naked on my bed, sprawled out for me to experiment with.”
My mouth drops open as my soaking pussy rocks harder against his leg. I’m going to come. There’s no way to stop it now.
He must sense I’m close because he pulls the top of my dress down and leans in, sucking my nipples with a pressure that shoots straight through me and into my core.
I rock faster and harder, moaning as I weave my hand into his beard and tug. Cars zoom past, kicking up slush on the county road behind us. I wonder if they can see, questioning why we’re parked so awkwardly in the trees. For some reason, this thought heightens my arousal even further.
“That’s it, little lamb. Get it!” His jaw is tight and his teeth are clenched as he says, “Come hard for me!”
As though his words are a command, every bit of pressure building up inside of me bubbles up at once, sending convulsions up through my spine, forcing my frame against his solid chest.
I rest my head against his broad shoulder as he bounces his knee, teasing the last bits of come from my twitching, soaking pussy.
I’m dizzy, delirious, trapped in a fogged haze of excitement and exhaustion, stuck between wanting more and a desperation to collapse right here against his chest for eternity.
“Fuck, that looked good,” he groans as he brushes my hair back away from my shoulder. “I’m never washing these jeans again.”
His breath is warm against my cheek as he talks, and I’m pretty sure this fake relationship has turned very real when a knock at the truck window pulls me back into reality.