Chapter 10 #2
He groans and his hips buck up against me, and I can feel how hard he is through his jeans. The thrill from earlier hasn't faded, it's transformed into a craving of desire, the need to touch and own.
"Off," he growls, tugging at my shorts.
I lift up enough for him to yank them down along with my underwear, and then I'm naked on his lap in the driver's seat of my van. The air is cool against my overheated skin, raising goosebumps along my arms and thighs.
Dom's hands are everywhere, rough and possessive, mapping every inch of me like he's memorizing the territory. He cups my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they're hard and aching, and I arch into his touch with a gasp.
"You're mine," he says, his voice low and rough. "Say it."
"I'm yours."
"And I'm…"
"Mine." I grab his face and force him to look at me. "You're mine, Dom. We're in this together. All of it. Just us."
A look that’s almost vulnerable flashes across his face, and then he's kissing me again, one hand tangling in my hair while the other slides between my thighs. His fingers find me wet and ready, and he makes a sound low in his throat that's pure satisfaction.
"Fuck, Roxy. You're soaked."
"I always am near you."
He circles my clit with his thumb, slow and deliberate, as I rock against his hand, chasing the friction.
The van creaks slightly with our movement, and somewhere in the back of my mind I register that we're completely exposed out here as anyone could drive by and see us, but I don't care.
I don't care about anything except this. Him. Us.
"Need you inside me," I whine.
"Yeah? You want my cock?"
"Now."
He doesn't make me wait as his free hand fumbles with his belt, and then he's freeing himself, and I feel the hot length of him pressing against my pussy.
I sink down onto him in one smooth motion, and we both groan at the sensation.
I love how he feels inside of me, filling me completely, stretching me in a way that's almost too much but exactly what I need.
I start to move, riding him hard and fast, as his hands grip my ass, guiding my movements.
The angle is perfect, hitting something deep inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
"That's it," he growls. "Take what you need."
I do. I ride him like I'm trying to prove something, that I'm not afraid, that I want this darkness as much as he does, that we're equals in every way that matters. His hands slide up to cup my breasts again, and he leans forward to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
The sensation shoots straight to my core, and I cry out, my movements becoming more desperate. The van is fully rocking now, the suspension creaking as the sound mixes with our harsh breathing and the music still playing from the speakers.
"Dom…oh god."
"I've got you." One of his hands slides between us, finding my clit again, and he rubs tight circles that make my thighs shake. "Cum for me, baby. Let me feel it."
As soon as he says ‘baby’ the orgasm hits me like a freight train, sudden and overwhelming. I clench around him, my whole body going taut as I bury my face in his neck to muffle the sound I make. He doesn't stop moving, doesn't stop touching me, drawing it out until he finds his own release.
"Fuck," he groans, his rhythm faltering. "I'm so close."
"Yes. Cum inside me."
Those words are all he needs to let go, his hips jerking up as he spills hot and deep, and I feel every pulse of it. His hands tighten on my ass, holding me down against him as he buries his face in my hair, breathing hard.
We stay tangled together in the driver's seat, our hearts beating in sync. The song has changed to Pictures of You now, by The Cure, all melancholy guitar and yearning, and it’s the perfect sound. I always like to note everything like a journal, but this moment? This is just for us.
Eventually, Dom lifts his head and looks at me. His eyes are black and intense, he’s open to me, his heart and soul are accepting this.
"No going back," he says quietly.
"No going back," I agree.
He cups my face in his hands, those same hands that will kill for me, that have already killed for me, and kisses me soft and slow. It's different from before, like it’s a promise. When he pulls back, I rest my forehead against his, our breathing still uneven.
“I love you,” I say, whispering like someone else might hear.
“I love you too, baby, maybe too much.”
“I love you calling me that,” I say as I press gentle kisses against his neck.
“Baby,” he says as he nibbles on my ear. Fuck, we have to leave before I need him to fuck me again.
"We should go," I say eventually. "We have a trucker to find."
"Let’s do it."
With regret, I climb off his lap and start gathering my clothes. My legs are shaky, and I can feel him dripping down my thighs, but I don't clean it up. I like the reminder. The evidence of what we are to each other.
Dom tucks himself back into his jeans and starts the engine. The van rumbles to life, and he maneuvers us onto the highway, heading east toward the truck stop. Toward the witness and whatever comes next.
I reach over and take his hand again, and he threads his fingers through mine without looking away from the road.
We're not just lovers anymore.
We're accomplices. Partners. Two halves of the same dark whole.
And together, we're unstoppable.