Chapter 28 #2
He doesn’t even question it. Just grins like he’s already a step ahead and drives a little farther before easing off to the side of the road where no one can see us.
The second the truck stops, I’m unbuckling, and he’s pulling me toward him.
My mouth finds his again, desperate and hungry while straddling him.
He groans against my lips, and the sound alone makes my pulse pound.
Our bodies press closer, heat sparking everywhere we touch.
“What do you want, Vivian?” he whispers, eyes dark and searching.
“I want all of you,” I whisper, breath uneven.
And that’s all he needs.
He doesn’t hold back.
His mouth crashes into mine again, rougher now, more need than restraint.
“Say it again,” he orders.
So I do.
“I want you—all of you, Miles.”
His teeth graze my bottom lip before he tugs it between his, then releases it with a groan that ripples down my spine.
His hand slips beneath my blouse, brushing the curve of my waist, and I swear I feel the heat of his palm everywhere at once. When he lifts the fabric over my head, my brown lace bra is exposed to the warm hum of the truck’s interior light.
He pauses. His breath falters.
“Goddamn,” he mutters.
His fingers move to my back, unhooking the clasp slowly.
My chest rises and falls with shallow breaths. My eyes flutter closed-but his voice brings me back.
“Viv,” he says, softer now. “Look at me.”
I meet his gaze.
“Are you sure?” His eyes search mine, his tone patient but edged with the weight of something deeper.
I hesitate, not because I don’t want him, I do, but because I’ve held myself back for so long, convincing myself I wasn’t allowed to feel this way again.
And in this moment, I don’t feel broken or wrong. I feel alive.
“Yes,” I whisper, then lean forward to kiss him again—slower this time. More sure. “I want you.”
He exhales something between relief and reverence, his hand cupping my cheek as the bra slips from my shoulders. His eyes roam over me like he’s memorizing every inch.
“Fuck, Vivian… you’re—” he starts, but I silence him with my mouth again.
I slide my hands over his smooth, hard chest. “I’m so what?” I tease.
He smirks, his hands moving to my hair, fisting it slowly. “You’re irresistible,” he says as his mouth comes back down to mine, the kiss urgent, as if we’re both desperate for more.
I feel the heat between us, burning.
This is reckless.
So reckless.
But I do it anyway because I want to.
I want him.
My hands find his shoulders, the strength in them making my pulse race, and then trail down his strong arms, his neck, as he pulls me closer. The world outside fades away, just him and me, our bodies pressed together, everything else forgotten.
He’s quick, moving with purpose as he undoes his seat belt, and I straddle him again without hesitation, and then his arms wrap around me and my back hits the bench seat, the warmth of the truck’s interior adding to the tension between us.
He hovers over me for a moment, biting the skin he exposes as he begins removing my jeans from my body, kissing back over the sting he leaves in his wake, taking his sweet time.
“The struggle between kissing you and marking you up…is fucking impossible,” he mutters against my skin, his breath hot.
His hands are everywhere now, slipping beneath my clothes, his grip firm, possessive, as he takes his time.
“But I trust you to tell me if I go too far. I need you to tell me. Understand?”
My breath comes in shallow pants as his lips graze my skin, and I push back against him, desperate for more. “I understand,” I whisper, my voice thick with want.
His hands roam feverishly, not holding back for a second as he touches, explores, his lips trailing kisses down my chest. “Vivian…” he breathes out, his voice rough.
“I’ll tell you,” I promise, my voice barely a whisper, before his lips crash back onto mine, silencing any more words.
My body responds to him, every touch, every kiss.
The kiss deepens, more urgent now, and when I feel his hands slip beneath my lace bra, I gasp at the sensation of him against my skin.
His gaze darkens as he pulls it away, tossing it to the side, his eyes scanning every inch of me like he’s memorizing it.
“Fuck, Vivian,” he mutters under his breath, his hand skimming over my waist, my chest.
I can’t look away, the tension building, his mouth moving over mine, then down my neck, to my chest, and lower. He trails one finger down the valley of my breasts before his mouth follows, his tongue flicking across my skin. My back arches, a soft moan escaping my lips.
I gasp, my hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. His lips find my nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder, and the pleasure shoots straight through me.
His tongue moves with purpose, switching between both breasts, as I grind against him, my body begging for more.
His touch is relentless, fingers grazing lower until he reaches the lace of my thong, pulling it away with a quick motion. His gaze locks onto me, eyes full of hunger. I’m not sure if I’m ready for what’s coming, but his look tells me he’s determined to make me feel everything.
I whimper when he pushes a finger in and feels how wet I am, his mouth moving down my body, kissing every inch of my skin, making me tremble.
“Look at this, Vivian. This tight little cunt, begging me for more.”
I swallow hard, trying to steady my breath, my hands moving to his belt, pulling it off slowly. The need between us is palpable, and I can’t stop the hunger building in me. I pull him closer, teasing him through his jeans, feeling the heat radiating off him.
“How badly do you want this?” I ask, voice thick with desire, my hands moving lower.
“More than you know,” he replies, his voice rough, guttural. “I need to feel you.”
I keep rubbing him, feeling him through his jeans. “Beg for it.”
His breathing increases, as I rub, feeling every inch knowing it’s going to be huge.
“Please, Vivian…” He kisses my neck then brings his mouth to my ear. “I beg you.”
I unzip his jeans pulling them low, he’s wearing black Calvin Klein boxers, and I notice how big it is. I trace my finger from his mouth down his chest, then just above his boxer lining.
“You like to torture me, don’t you?” he growls.
I smile, slowly sitting up while kissing him until his back his leaning back against the passenger door, as I position myself to take him in my mouth.
I pull his boxers and reach my hand in and grip his thick hardened cock, pulling it out.
Before I can say anything else, he grips my hair and forces me to look up at him while I hold his cock with both hands. I give him those eyes he loves so much.
“I can’t wait to fuck your mouth, Vivian,” he says, his voice filled with hunger.
I keep my eyes lock on his and open my mouth, trying to fill it up with every inch of him but it’s too big. I keep sucking, running my tongue around the rim as my eyes fill with tears.
“Good girl, you like that, don’t you?” he asks, his head tilting back on the seat.
I keep going, spitting and pulling his skin up and down.
He grunts, controlling me using his grip on my hair.
“Get on top now.” He brings my face to his mouth and guides me onto his lap, positioning me just right. He holds me tightly as I sink down onto him, inch by inch, that has me gasping.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hands gripping my waist, helping me find my rhythm. “You feel so fucking wet.”
Our movements are slow at first, letting the moment build.
My breath comes in shallow bursts, my hands running through his hair as I move against him, our bodies finally finding that perfect rhythm.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, his hands tightening on my hips, urging me to move faster. “So fucking beautiful.”
I lean forward, my lips finding his in a kiss. Our mouths find each other over and over, tongues tangling, lips bruising as we kiss.
“Faster, Miles…please,” I gasp.
And then he’s moving faster, harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the truck, the world outside disappearing as we lose ourselves in each other. His hands grip me tighter, his voice raw with need as he praises me, encourages me.
I reach for one of his hands and bring it to my neck, then he grips it as our eyes lock with each other’s.
I moan. I’m close.
So close.
“Ride it out, Vivian,” he growls. “Come for me, baby.”
“Miles!” I scream.
Trembling in his arms as the orgasm crashes over me. My body shakes, my vision goes blurry as I scream his name, holding onto him.
He follows seconds later, his groan vibrating through my body as he finishes, burying himself deep inside me as he follows me into bliss. We stay there for a moment, tangled together, hearts still pounding, the only sound between us the steady thrum of the truck’s engine and our heavy breaths.
My heart stutters. It’s everything I want—and everything I fear.
So instead of answering, I just kiss him again.
I try to speak, but words fail me.
Cheeks flushed.
“Was that okay?” he asks as he kisses my forehead.
I look into his eyes. “Better than okay.”
We lie there together, windows steamed, our naked bodies lying down together as we calm our breathing.
Once I move back onto my seat, we dress in comfortable silence, sharing glances that linger too long, soft smiles that say what words don’t.
When we’re both buckled again, I catch my reflection in the side mirror-lips swollen, cheeks glowing.
As he shifts gears and starts driving, he glances over.
“You have a hold on me,” he murmurs. “Like no one ever has.”
My chest tightens. “Miles…”
He shakes his head gently, reaching for my hand on the gear shift. “You don’t have to say anything. I just needed you to know.”
And in that silence, with our fingers interlaced and the road stretching out ahead of us, I think, what the hell has just happened…but at the same time, I feel…alive.