64. Hendricks
HENDRICKS
Istand slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand while holding her gaze.
She's wrecked.
Lips parted. Pupils blown. One hand still gripping the car like she doesn’t quite trust her legs.
I did that.
And I’m going to do it again.
"Get in the truck," I say.
She blinks at me. "What?"
"Back seat.” I open the door. “Now."
For once, she doesn't argue.
She kicks off her jeans and underwear completely—no hesitation, no self-consciousness—and climbs into the back seat. The space is cramped, the leather cold against bare skin. I watch her curl her legs under her, gripping a headrest, waiting to see what I’m going to do.
Like she's daring me to follow through.
I climb in and shut the door. The confined space forces us closer. Our knees touch. Her breath mingles with mine.
For a moment, we just stare at each other.
Then I reach for my belt.
Her gasp makes my blood simmer. I slow down, taking my time undoing my jeans. When I free my cock, she moans.
My control takes another hit. "Come here."
She moves instantly, straddling my lap as I take the condom I had the foresight to grab out of my pocket. Her hands brace on my shoulders as she watches me roll it down my length.
“Of course you came prepared.” She pauses. “That shouldn’t be as hot as it is.”
My hands grip her hips, positioning her over me. "You ready?"
She takes my chin. “Hendricks, I’m sitting on your lap. Keep up.”
I kiss her smart mouth as I pull her down onto me in one smooth motion.
She groans into me, her hips moving against me. Her tongue catches my lower lip.
I know the moment she tastes herself. Her eyes open, and the look she gives me is pure Mandy. Wicked. Satisfied. Unrepentant. Completely untamed.
I hold her gaze. “You wanted to fuck with my control, Amanda? You have my full attention.”
“Good.” She licks my lip again. “I was getting tired of sharing it.”
I move beneath her, slow and measured, taking my time. Her breath catches, her nails dig into my shoulders, and that smug look in her eyes slips for half a second.
Smiling, I pull her closer. “You have my attention, Amanda. Now let’s see what you can do with it.”
“A dare?” She rocks slowly in rhythm with my unhurried thrusts.
I slide my hand up to wrap around her throat, holding her—a reminder of who's in control here. “Call it motivation.”
“That’s cute, that you think I need encouragement.” Smiling, her head falls back, and I can feel her surrender in the way she drenches my cock. “Are you going to fuck me, or are you going to make small talk all day?”
"Neither." I shift down in the seat, settling in. "Touch yourself."
Her eyes snap to mine, flaring with heat. "Well, look who found his control again."
“That wasn’t a request, Amanda.” I keep the rhythm slow, controlled, watching her process the command. "Touch yourself while you ride me. Show me exactly how you like it."
For a second I think she’s going to fuck with me and resist, but instead she gives in. I feel a primitive satisfaction when she starts to play with her clit. Letting go of her neck, I lean back against the seat, giving her space.
The sound of our breathing fills the car. I watch, alternating between her fingers and her expressive face. Her shirt’s ridden up, bunched at her waist, the thin fabric doing a poor job of hiding her hard nipples.
I take one and roll it between my fingers, letting my other hand slide behind her, my fingers slipping between her ass.
"Fuck," she breathes, losing her rhythm for a second when my finger finds its destination.
I rub her there, watching carefully, cataloging every micro-expression—the way her eyebrows draw together, the flush spreading down her neck, the way her free hand grips my shoulder for balance. "You like it?"
"You have to ask?" She smirks at me, the expression losing its bite with the sex-bright look in her eyes. “You an ass man, Hendricks?”
“I’m a Mandy Reed man,” I reply, pushing the very tip of my finger in. When I feel her clench on my cock, I pull out and do it again, the shallowest of intrusions.
"Fuck." Her fingers move faster, more desperate. Her head falls forward, her forehead pressing against mine.
I can feel her getting close—the way her body tenses, the way she's clenching around me in waves. “Kiss me.”
She attacks my mouth, her moans filling the cab. The truck rocks with us, and whatever control I thought I had is gone.
Mandy’s body jerks against mine, and she grinds down on me, looking for more.
I tease her with my finger, using my hand to press her more firmly against me. I spear my fingers in her hair, keeping her right where I want her, and say against her lips, “Let go, Amanda.”
She comes apart in my arms.
Her body clenches around me, her nails digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks.
She cries out my name, muffled in our kisses.
Gritting my teeth, I ride out her orgasm, wanting to come with her but knowing she’ll give me another.
I notch my thumb under her clit, rubbing alongside her fingers.
“Adrian.” Her head falls back and she screams.
That does it. I drive into her one last time and come apart with her. Everything whites out except the sound of my name on her lips.
Adrian.
Fuck. She has no idea what that does to me.