Chapter 9
Jessica
Like a couple of heathens, we got into our cars and drove toward each other until intersection was imminent and pulled off at the next exit.
He’s already parked in the tree-lined, deserted back corner of a Walmart Supercenter lot right off the highway.
I swing into the spot next to him and launch out of my car.
He exits his vehicle, jogging around the back end before I even close the door.
We don’t say hello.
Don’t ask questions.
We don’t even pause.
He just grabs me by the arm, and his mouth crashes into mine.
God, yes. Finally.
As his tongue slides territorially past my lips, I shiver in his embrace.
Nothing has ever felt as right as him touching me.
After the frantic, fevered pace of the last couple of days, we go at it.
We kiss like long-lost lovers who thought they’d never see each other again. Which is kinda the truth.
All our pent-up lust and frustration, the tension, boils to the surface and is consumed by the ferocity of our hunger.
He wraps his arms around my waist, gripping me tight.
I twine my hands around his neck, threading my fingers through his hair, melding him to me. Bringing him closer. So much closer.
I moan low in my throat.
He groans in return.
I arch into him, my breasts pressed against his hard chest.
He turns me around and slams me against his SUV.
His hands are under my skirt, pulling the fabric up my thighs.
I hook my leg over his hip, granting him access.
His cock brushes against my soaking panties. I cry out, helplessly grinding against him.
The intensity of my need startles me with its fierceness.
I want him so bad.
He thrusts against me.
I’m fighting for breath.
He rips away, bites my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin. “You’re all I can think about.”
“Me too.”
Our mouths collide.
The kiss is consuming. A desperate press of tongues and teeth.
I admit the truth. “I couldn’t have done never again.”
“Me either.”
Our mouths crash together again.
Our heads shift, angle deeper.
He fumbles around, opening the back door of his SUV and pushing me inside. I flop down onto the seat. He follows, shutting us both into his vehicle. The second the door closes, we go crazy.
I’m raking my nails over his stomach, lifting his T-shirt over his head while he rips my blouse, sending the buttons flying. He lifts my breasts, peeling down the cups, so they spill into his waiting palms.
He lowers his head, capturing my nipple with his teeth.
I cry out, arching into him as I dig my fingers into his skin.
He sucks the hardened peak deep into his mouth.
I feel the sensation in my bones as I pull him closer.
He’s voracious.
It’s maddening.
With each tug, each deep suck, my pussy tightens, the pressure building.
It’s too fast. Too rushed. But I don’t care; I need him inside me.
“I can’t wait. I want you so bad.” Oh my god, why can’t I stop saying these things? My head falls back against the glass. “I’ve been wet for you all day.”
He releases my nipple with a pop before capturing my mouth in a kiss so brutal my lips will be swollen tomorrow. He slides his palm against my thigh, squeezing along the way before running his fingers over the wet lace between my legs.
He scrapes his teeth along my jaw. “Have you kept your hands to yourself?”
“Yes, I’ve been waiting for you.” Why does my voice sound so needy? So desperate.
He cups my mound with his palm and clasps tight. “I knew we’d end up here.”
“I’m surprised we lasted this long.” I give up any propriety and shamelessly rub against his fingers. “Harder.”
“No,” he whispers in my ear.
He’s been an ache all day. I need release. “Charlie.”
“My name sounds so fucking good on your lips.” His elbow bangs against the seat.
We’re frantic, clumsy in our haste.
Maybe because we know what it’s like, we have a desperation that’s new.
His knee hits something and he growls. Rearing back, he clasps my waist and pulls me up with him.
I immediately catch what he wants as he plants one foot on the floor.
I straddle him.
He sinks down low enough I don’t hit my head on the roof of his truck.
My fingers fly as I unbutton his jeans, sliding down his zipper.
He lifts his hips, helping me along as he digs into his pocket to produce a condom. He rips the foil package with his teeth as I push down his waistband and underwear until his cock springs free.
Our movements are hurried and jerky.
Elbows and knees are getting in the way of what we want. Our too-long limbs are restrained by the confines of the back seat.
It’s perfect.
It’s all I’ve wanted since I woke up in that motel room coated with fear that I’d met my match. That he’s the kind of man I could become addicted to.
But I’ll think about that later. Now, I just need him.
I shift on his thighs so he can sheathe himself.
He pushes up my skirt and hooks his fingers into my panties, pulling them to the side.
I impale myself on his cock.
He grips my hips, slamming me down.
As ready as I am, my body resists the sudden entry.
I wince, my breath catching in my chest.
He stills, his fingers imprinting on my ass as he steadies me.
Our harsh, ragged breathing fills the air.
His hold loosens.
I glance up from where we’re joined.
Our eyes meet.
He pushes my hair off my cheek. “Why do you have to be so beautiful?”
My throat is suddenly tight. I put my hands on his chest as my body begins to ease.
With one hand locked around my neck, his gaze intent on me, he reaches between my legs and pushes his thumb against my clit, rubbing in a slow, deliberate circle.
The pleasure rockets through me.
I gasp at the sensation, surging forward. Welcoming instead of resisting.
“You good?” His words are rough.
I nod.
I expect him to start pounding into me, to get lost in the demands of his body, but he doesn’t do that at all.
“After thinking about it all day, I want to watch you ride my cock.” He curves his palm around my hip, letting me set the pace.
I roll forward, circling and swaying. I dig my nails into his chest.
“Good girl, just like that.” Still not taking control, he moves in rhythm but in the opposite direction, so his pelvis slides and grinds against my clit.
Oh god. Most guys need some sort of help, but not him. He knows just what he’s doing. He’s the best fuck on the planet.
He hums his approval. “Take all the time you need, Jessica.”
And I do. I get lost.
The rocking of my hips colliding with his takes on a dreamlike quality. I sink into how right he feels, how fucking happy I am that I haven’t lost him forever.
I’m so on edge, an orgasm is already knocking at the door.
And soft and slow isn’t how I want it. Not with him.
When it grows unbearable, I moan out his name, “Charlie.”
“Tell me.” Under my touch, all his muscles are coiled tight.
I lick my lips and make my confession. “I need you to take me.”
“Need?” Those midnight eyes bore into mine.
I increase my pace. “Need.”
He doesn’t look away, and neither do I.
His palm on my hips transforms from a steady guide to a brand, somehow ratcheting up my arousal even further. His other hand moves to tighten around my throat, and his thumb sweeps up and pushes past my lips. “Suck.”
Yes. This is just what I want.
I close my lips around him, stroking my tongue over his skin.
His midnight eyes grow impossibly darker.
We still don’t drop our gazes.
It’s strange and intimate.
I want to shield myself from it, but I can’t.
For the life of me, I cannot look away.
“That’s right. Keep those pretty eyes on me.” He jerks his hips up, slamming into me, tilting me forward with each punishing thrust.
The pleasure of his praise sends a lightning bolt of sensation through me.
I suck harder, throwing everything I have into riding him.
The air is thick and humid, the windows fogged over.
The truck rocks in time to our harsh, ragged moans.
The need to come is coiling and twisting inside me. Building in its intensity like an electrical storm. Waiting to explode.
When the orgasm sweeps over me, it shakes my whole body.
I throw my head back. His thumb slips from between my lips as I cry out.
All the tension from the last couple of days crescendos in a fiery explosion of pleasure. “Yes, oh god… Charlie!”
Instead of taking his focus off me and concentrating on himself, he slides his fingers between my legs and presses on my clit.
Another wave of sensation crashes over me.
I fling myself forward as it sets off another wave of contractions, his touch drawing out what feels like the most powerful orgasm of my life.
It’s his undoing.
He takes my hips in both hands, and now, he does pound into me. His head hits the window, and the cords of his neck flex as he spills inside me.
My inner walls flutter and contract around him.
“Fuck, Jessica.” My name from his lips makes me feel impossibly hot and impossibly soft at the same time.
We move together, riding out the sensations of the perfect way our bodies connect, our lips clinging, moaning into each other.
Finally, I collapse, falling against him in a heap.
His panting breath matches the frantic beat of my heart rushing in my ears. I hide my face in the crook of his neck as our breathing begins to slow.
Boneless satisfaction has my muscles relaxing into heaviness.
I might never move again. I suck in the scent of him, and it sends a flutter through me that he obviously feels from his soft moan.
I wrap my arms around his neck. “That was humiliating.”
He laughs. “Yet look how hard you came.”
“You have a magical cock.” My lips twitch against his damp skin as he laughs again. The sound brings me a different kind of pleasure, one of satisfaction at making him happy.
Which is ridiculous. This isn’t me at all.
I close my eyes and soften against him.
I’ll rest for a bit then pull it together.
He traces a path along my spine with his fingers, sending tingles sparking across my skin. My voice is thick with laziness. “That feels so good.”
There’s a slight stilling before he pulls me closer and resumes his slow crawl. “You feel good.”
I nuzzle his throat, soaking in his scent, like it’s a special pheromone designed just for me.
Oh my god.