Thirty-Five | Colson
“Well, you weren’t subtle at all,” Harlow says. The back seat lands flat with a thud when I push it from the back of the car, and she giggles. “This is what you have in mind?”
I crouch in front of her, sliding one arm under the backs of her knees and the other around her lower back. Swooping her into my arms, I soak in the gasp that leaves her throat.
She pins me with those eyes, darkened under the moonlight and the barely lit parking lot. “You do realize we have two perfectly comfortable hotel rooms waiting for us, right?”
I set her on the rear edge of my rental SUV, so she’s perched between my legs. “Your clothes are coming off either way, and I’m not waiting.”
She rolls her eyes, and I find myself taking her in as she takes off her hat and tosses it in the middle row of seats. “Do you know how hard it is to change in the car, Colson? We’re both in jeans.”
Not for long.
I place my hands on either side of her, leaning over her to brush my nose against hers. “Are you tapping out, dust bunny?”
“Nope,” she whispers against my lips, tugging off her boots one at a time.
I curve a brow at that, noticing the way that comment makes my dick twitch in my boxers. And because we have this push-and-pull that thrives between us, I push a little more, wanting to see just how much she can take.
Reaching for the band of her jeans, I flick the button open and leisurely drag the zipper down, watching her eyes widen into saucers.
Nervousness is laced into her question. “What are you doing?”
My response is simple. “Undressing you.”
Her palms land on my shoulders. She pushes just enough to still my movements, but not enough that I think she is serious about not wanting me to continue.
“We are at a busy bar. In a parking lot. Where people are walking out constantly. Someone could see us!”
I tilt my head. “It’s almost midnight. And most people are tumbling out, since nearly everyone in there is wasted—including our competitors. At least that’s what I saw.” While you were too busy dancing with someone who wasn’t me.
She hums under her breath. “That’s strange, because from what I remember, the second I walked into the bar, you couldn’t keep your eyes off me.”
I chuckle, hanging my head. “That mouth.”
When I peek back up at her, the coy smile on her face takes my breath away. It nearly kills me when she palms my dick through my Wranglers and says, “You can shut it if you want.”
Oh, fuck.
Now my balls are throbbing, and my erection is painfully pressing against my zipper, ready to be freed. To sink into her mouth as she suggested. Just the thought that she is as eager as I am has me quickly glancing around the back of the parking lot to make sure we’re alone.
I tug the jeans down her legs, and she lifts each one to allow me to pull them off her, and I toss them haphazardly to the front of the car.
I kick off my boots and throw them into the back, holding her eyes as I undo my buckle and pop the button of my jeans.
I briefly glance around one more time before pushing them down my legs and stepping out of them.
She pushes herself back to allow me room to crawl in beside her.
When I manage to shut the trunk and secure us inside, her soft hands instantly find the tense muscles in my shoulders. Her hands drift up and down my back, sliding down to the hem of my shirt. I lift my arms, allowing her to take it off me.
I don’t know what the hell I was thinking because having car sex at my age is bound to leave me sore in the morning.
With round one tomorrow, it’s less than ideal, but I can’t bring myself to care about anything else when I manage to shift around and see Harlow pulling her top off, leaving her in a purple lace bra and panty set that has my mouth watering.
“Lean back against the side and take those off,” she tells me, pointing to my briefs.
I have no problem following her orders. Anticipation to feel her again thrums through my veins as I struggle to prop myself against the side of the car with my legs sprawled out in front of me.
She crawls between my legs, her hands running up the length of my thighs to my engorged cock that is resting against my abdomen. “You know, I’ve never done it in a car before.”
Yep. That confession is going to make being sore in the morning worth it.
Her long blonde hair, flowing in curled waves tonight, tickles my legs as she leans over, reaching for my dick.
When her fingers wrap around the base, I hiss through my teeth at the glorious pressure that shoots pleasure up my spine.
My fingers dig into the scratchy carpet beneath us, though they itch to tangle into her hair.
Harlow licks her lips, our attention on each other steadfast when she bends and swirls her tongue around my tip before she runs it up and down my length, twisting her fist at the same time.
The wet warmth of her tongue is enough to make me feral, but I’m not going to tear myself away from this moment willingly, no matter how badly I want to sink into other parts of her.
She takes me entirely in her mouth as much as she can fit, and I realize this might go quicker than I want it to.
I pride myself on being controlled when I want to be, but there is no way I’m going to last long like this.
Her hot mouth is sucking me deep, her tongue feeling like velvet on the underside of my shaft.
“Oh, fuck. Yeah, just like that,” I groan. “I knew that mouth had a better use.”
She takes my cock to the back of her throat at the praise, my hands shooting up to thread through her hair to hold her there. Her tight throat grips me, my head falling back at the euphoric sensation driving me mad enough that I pump my hips, trying to give her more of me.
I want her to have all of me. The good parts—and soon, the broken parts that I’ve always hidden away from most people.
I want her twisted and threaded into the very depths of my soul because the pain that has always been there has been replaced with something pure.
Bright. Something that makes me look forward to the days to come instead of dreading them like I used to.
Matt was right. I’m gone for this girl.
I’m not sure how much longer I can pretend that it’s not leaning toward a word I’ve always reserved if the right person ever came along. Just thinking about it makes my chest constrict, making me want to pull her closer and hold on to one of the best things that has happened in my life.
And that’s what I do. I gently cup the base of her skull with my fingers intertwined with the strands, releasing a guttural sound when she starts moving her mouth and hands in tandem.
She moans around me, and the vibration discharges through my dick, tightening my balls.
“Fuckkk.” I keep my eyes on her, trying to sear this picture of her into my memory. “If you don’t stop, I’m not going to last long.”
Those beautiful lips try to pull upward in a smile around my erection. She’s stunning even like this when she’s taking every inch of me down her throat and driving me mad with that bratty mouth that I knew had more talent than just testing me.
She releases with a pop, giving me a seductive smile as she swipes a thumb across her wet lips.
I waste no time using my grip on her head to pull her on top to straddle me.
I claim her mouth, letting my tongue brush against hers.
She whimpers into my mouth, and I devour it.
Just knowing my taste is on her tongue has me deepening the kiss for more of her.
Of us.
Harlow rolls her hips, her core rubbing over my cock that is trapped beneath her—more annoyingly, the layer of wet fabric that is separating us.
“You could’ve just finished down my throat,” she mutters against my lips.
Shit. “But I want to fuck you,” I rasp out hoarsely.
Her mouth twitches. “You could’ve done that, too.”
This woman and her hold on me. “I don’t know if my stamina is that good at this age.”
“You’re right.” She rolls her eyes teasingly. “You are pretty old.”
“You should say that again with my cock buried in your tight cunt.”
“So cocky.”
Pushing her panties to the side with my fingers, I grip my base and sink into her.
She’s so wet that all it takes is one thrust to impale her on my cock and have her sitting on my lap.
She moans, her fingernails creating half-moons in my shoulders.
I’m filling her completely, but I don’t move, soaking in the feeling of her walls gripping me.
Savoring how full she is, taking every inch.
Harlow sits up, somehow, grinding down further on my dick, and reaches behind her to unclasp her bra.
She wiggles her arms out of it and tosses it to the side, leaning forward to tangle her fingers in my hair.
Her perky pink nipples draw me in. I plant a gentle kiss on each before taking one in my mouth and twirling my tongue around the rosy bud before grazing it with my teeth.
Her head falls backward, her hips starting to find a maddening rhythm that has my release climbing.
She slides up and down, soaking my cock, and when I release her nipple with a pop and look up at her, the sight of her riding and grinding down on me with expert movements nearly makes me come.
My hands cling to her hips, studying the way she moves against me like we’re the most natural thing in the world.
Maybe it is.
Who knew that fucking could feel like poetry?
And the fact that she’s riding me like I’m that mechanical bull that I have watched her on so many times has more blood lengthening my dick inside her.
Removing my hat, I place it on her head, damn near ready to blow my load at the way her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she smiles.
Now I have a front-row seat as she rocks her hips down on me, threading her fingers through my hair at my nape to control her movements. Fuck. As Harlow wears my hat, her skin glowing from her impending orgasm as she takes my cock, she’s never looked more like mine.
I’ve never been so turned on by intimacy before. Pleasured moans escape her lips, and I slip my hands around her back, pulling her mouth to mine. I devour every soft sound, letting my tongue tangle with hers.
Keeping my length inside her, I sit up and crush her chest toward mine, moving us so I can lower her to the carpet.
Changing our position makes me sink that much deeper inside her pussy.
The hat falls off, her locks fanning out around her.
I quicken my pace, filling the vehicle with the sounds of us.
I peer down at where we’re connected and pull out, watching as my dick, slick with her arousal, disappears back into her pussy.
“Colson, I need to—” The tip of my cock hits that spot inside her that has her mouth popping open on an O.
“Tell me what you need,” I demand gruffly.
Her breathy response is instant. “I need more.”
I rut into her harder, pounding that sensitive place that has her starting to clench around me. I can see and feel how close she is getting, and I know the second she cascades over the edge, she will pull me right with her.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?”
“Yes,” she pants out, digging her nails into the carpet.
She lifts a hand, her fingers strumming her clit as she draws even more pleasure out of herself. She’s so beautiful. So gorgeously unhinged like this.
“Shit, Colson—” Her cry, combined with her pulsing around me, has me elevating to that place that has me leaning over her body to press my mouth to hers and hungrily swallow every sound as she comes around me.
Her tight walls gripping me tautens that string, and I’ve never craved my sanity snapping more. When her teeth sink into my lower lip, I combust. I mean to pull out, but it’s too late, and the thought of owning her in this way has me shoving deeper as I release every drop.
When my heart rate starts to slow, I glide my fingers through her hair, pushing a strand away from her flushed cheeks. She watches me intently. Here in this soft and quiet moment after the storm we unleashed, neither of us seems to be in any rush to move.
It’s not until we hear a muted conversation outside the car that Harlow’s body tenses around me, still buried inside her. Her hand flies to her mouth as the voices become loud enough to be recognized.
I peek my head up to see four riders walking toward us through the parking lot, one of them being Jax Bowman.
I duck over Harlow, pressing my chest to hers.
When their voices fade out, I lift my head, doing a sweep of our surroundings before pulling out of her.
My eyes stay locked on her core, admiring the way my cum leaks out of her pretty pink pussy that I already want to wreck again.
Absentmindedly, I glide my finger through the white dripping down her seam and push it back inside her. Just the movement alone has blood rushing to my groin again.
I’m not done with her.
At this point, I don’t think I ever will be.