Chapter 19 Quentin
QUENTIN
The bus drives away down the highway with a final toot of its horn. But I hardly hear it over the thumping of my heart. I have Charlie in my arms, and that’s all that matters.
Her warm body presses against mine, and I run my hands over her hips and up her back as I kiss the heck out of her.
She’s soft and pliant, and my body responds to her with a desire so strong I can’t help but grind into her, needing to feel her against me.
A car whizzes past and beeps its horn. I break away from Charlie, and she giggles. Her makeup is smudged with what I hope are happy tears, and I wipe one away with my thumb.
“Come on. Let’s go back to the hotel.”
I take her hand, but she resists my pull. When I turn back to her, a cheeky smile dances over her lips.
“Why wait?”
She steps toward me, and her hand slides over my chest. Her fingertips send heat coursing through me even through the t-shirt I’m wearing.
The backs of my thighs hit the front of the truck and she presses herself against me, crushing her body against mine.
My hands grab her hips, and even through the layers of clothes she feels amazing. Her fingers explore my chest until they hook under the bottom of my t-shirt. She starts to lift it up, and I put my hand up.
“Whoa, hold up. We can’t do this here.”
She fixes me with her cheeky smile, and her eyebrows rise in a challenge.
“Why not?”
I glance around us at the dark fields and the lights of the highway that stretch in both directions with cars speeding past.
“Because we’re on the side of the road.”
Even as I say it she grinds into me, and my dick pays attention. My pulse quickens at what she seems to be suggesting. Taking her right here, on the side of the road where anyone driving past could see us.
Charlie leans in until her warm breath grazes my ear. At the same time her fingers slide under my t-shirt, and her touch on my bare skin is like a blast of heat inside of me.
“Come on, sergeant,” she whispers into my ear. “Live a little.”
She nibbles at my earlobe and her fingers travel up my torso and squeeze one nipple, sending new explosions of sensation through my body.
“Charlie…”
I can’t resist her. I’ve held out for too long, and my defenses are weakened. But I’m not letting her seduce me. This time, I’m taking control.
I launch myself off the front of the truck, and she stumbles at the sudden move. I catch her in my arms and practically drag her around the side of the truck.
We’re shielded here. No cars flying past will see what we’re up to behind the truck, and there’s nothing but dark fields in front of us.
I push her up against the side of the vehicle and run my hands down her leather-clad body.
“You want me to take you here on the side of the road?”
I nip at her throat as I say it, and she tilts her head back as a soft moan escapes her lips.
“Yes, Quentin.”
My hand slides up the side of her breast, and I squeeze it through the leather. She responds with another moan that makes my dick twitch. But I hesitate.
“But it’s your first time, Charlie. You should be on a bed with rose petals around you.”
She chuckles her throaty laugh. “Stop over-thinking it, Quentin. It’s what we both want.”
As she says it, her hand snakes down my torso and squeezes my hard dick. There’s no denying what I want. What we both want.
I should take her back to the hotel and make it sweet for her. But she’s leaning against the truck, her eyes dark with desire, breathless and needy.
Her hand slides over the bulge in my pants.
“Give in to your desires for once. Live in the moment.”
She makes it sound so easy. And maybe it is.
I take a deep breath and let all the concern about doing the right thing go. Charlie’s in front of me, and I want her. And I’m going to take her.
My dick stirs beneath her touch, and I kiss her hard. My hand snakes up the bare skin of her neck and I grasp her around the throat, kissing her roughly. She whimpers into my mouth, and when I pull away, we’re both panting hard.
Slowly I unzip her leather jacket, exposing her pale chest and cleavage. I expect to find the cotton of a t-shirt, but when I unzip the jacket all the way, her breasts fall out, two bare orbs, the dusky nipples standing to attention.
She giggles at the astonished look on my face.
“You’re not wearing anything under your jacket.”
I can’t take my eyes off her breasts. The nipples are perfect peaks that harden under my gaze.
“Have you been like this all day?”
“My t-shirt got wet,” she says wryly.
A memory of the shower this morning flashes through my head and makes me twitch with desire.
“And the bra? Why aren’t you wearing a bra?”
Charlie shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I didn’t bring a spare.”
The thought of Charlie wearing nothing on top all day but her leather jacket makes my dick ache.
I can’t resist anymore. I grasp one swollen nipple in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the hard peak.
She moans and I move my attention to the other nipple, loving the taste of her. Her hands tangle in my hair as I explore her glorious breasts with my mouth.
A car passes us by, and I barely notice. There’s nothing in my awareness but the woman before me and the whimpers she makes as I caress her breasts, sucking each nipple into my mouth as my hands run over her skin.
I kiss down to her belly, and my fingers trace the outline of her leather pants.
“Please tell me you’re wearing panties.”
She chuckles. “You’ll have to find out.”
My hands tear at her zipper in my haste to see all of her. I want to touch every part of Charlie, to leave my mark and claim her as my own.
I undo the zipper and roll down the top of her leather pants. A flash of bright pink lace greets me. My heart races at the sight.
“Glad to see you brought spare panties.”
She arches an eyebrow. “I’m not an animal.”
I peel her trousers down and my hand slides around her butt, expecting to find the fabric of her panties, but instead I grab a handful of bare skin.
My breath hitches. My fingers trace the line of her panties, and I pull back to look at her.
“You’re wearing a g-string.”
A cheeky smile lights up her eyes. This woman’s full of surprises, and I’m the lucky guy who gets to uncover them.
“Jesus Charlie…”
She’s so perfect, and she doesn’t even know it. My cock twitches with every new discovery, impatient to claim her. But I’m also enjoying unwrapping her.
“What other surprises have you got for me?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
I kneel in front of her and peel her pants down her legs until they snag on her oversized boots.
“These need to come off.”
I take my time undoing the laces. From down here I’m eye level with her pink lace-covered mound. The wind changes and her scent fills my nostrils, making my heartbeat faster.
I pull the first boot off, and she’s got those damn fluffy pink socks on under her boots.
“You like the color pink.”
She puts a finger to her lips. “Don’t tell anyone. It might ruin my reputation as a badass.”
I chuckle. She’s making me laugh at the same time as driving me wild with desire. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found her.
I pull the second boot off and slide her leather pants down and off her feet.
I stand up and fold them neatly, and I’m about to open the door and place them in the passenger seat when Charlie grabs them off me and chucks them to the ground.
“They’re only pants, Quentin,” she says impatiently. “It doesn’t matter if they get dirty.”
She hitches her fingers under her panties and starts to pull them down, but I stop her hands.
“Oh no. Those stay on.”
She’s too sexy wearing nothing but her lacy underwear and the leather jacket hanging open. Even the fluffy socks look perfect on her.
I step back and catch my breath, admiring the woman before me.
“God you’re beautiful, Charlie. Really fucking beautiful.”
She smiles coyly. “Did you just swear?”
“I fucking did. That’s what you do to me.”
A breeze makes her shiver and I go to her, sliding my hands under her jacket and around her back.
“Hey,” she says. “I’m not the only one getting naked here.”
She gently pushes me back, and I almost stumble in the dark. She strides forward and hooks my t-shirt, pulling it over my head.
Her hands run over my torso, and I love the heat in her eyes. My muscles tense at her touch, making the ink of my tattoos dance in the shadows.
“You got any tattoos?” I ask. I haven’t seen any on her.
“You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
Her hands reach for my belt buckle, and slowly she undoes me. My cock’s sticking straight out, leaving a wet patch on my boxers.
I groan as she takes me between her palms, stroking me from base to tip. If she keeps on like this I’m going to lose it, and I’m not ready for that yet.
I take her hands and pull her away from my throbbing cock. I push her roughly back against the side of the truck.
“Turn around.”
My voice is tense, and her eyes widen. But I’m done playing games. I need to show this woman what she means to me and that I’m in charge here.
She does as she’s told, spinning to face the side of the truck.
Her jacket covers her butt cheeks, and her thick thighs are tantalizing in the dim light.
“Put your hands against the van and spread your legs.”
I expect resistance, but Charlie does as she’s told.
The jackets rides up, and her perfect butt cheeks wink at me in the moonlight. A thin piece of pink lace nestles between them, framing them in the delicate fabric.
My heart hammers against my chest. She’s perfection. Waiting for my command.
I chuckle. “I found your tattoo.” On her left butt cheek there’s a yin and yang symbol, perfectly round. It suits her to perfection. The hardness and the softness.
I trace it with my finger, and she gasps.
“You found one of them.”
She throws me a look over her shoulder that’s all sass. I’m going to wipe that cheeky look off her face.