Aflame
Page 60
Damn, she knew what she was doing. Her tongue darted out, so softly, licking and then kissing my neck and then trailing kisses across my cheek, and eating me up like I was a damn dessert.
I breathed in and out, punching the shifter down into sixth as the trees loomed on both sides of the dark night. We were in the middle of nowhere and wouldn’t be home for another half hour.
“Jared,” she whispered in my ear. “Please.”
And before I knew it she’d reached behind her neck and unclasped the neck tie, letting the top of her little black dress fall to her waist, exposing her breasts.
My eyes flared, fucking hating her for a split second as I darted my gaze to her breasts, and I couldn’t touch her, because my damn hand was driving the damn car.
I jerked the steering wheel right, and then seeing that I veered, I let out a frustrated growl. “Baby, please,” I begged.
She dove into my neck again, teasing, “You always liked my tits,” she taunted.
The blood in my dick raced, and I winced as it tried to stretch under my pants.
“I can feel you,” she said, nudging my hard-on with her ass. “And you feel you so good.”
Jesus, Tate. Stop. Please stop. I wanted her in a bed.
Her nose rubbed against my cheek, and she looked up at me. “I don’t think I can wait until we get home.” Her eyes looked desperate. “Please,” she begged again.
I shook my head, letting out a sigh as I looked her in the eyes. “Two years, and you’re going to make me fuck you in a car, aren’t you?” I damn near pouted.
She smiled, and I shifted down, skidding into a right-hand turn onto a country road, because there was no way I was going to win.
Hell, I didn’t even want to anymore.
I barreled down the gravel road, still going nearly eighty miles an hour and not giving a shit that the rocks were kicking up under my tires and probably chipping the paint.
Tate was devouring my neck, and my goddamn hands could barely stay steady on the road.
“Baby, damn,” I gasped, taking her lips and kissing the shit out of her as I tried to drive.
Veering to the right again, I flew onto Tanner Path, which was nothing but a small road—barely big enough for one car—that lined one of the little inlet ponds that served as runoff from the river. Sinking far enough into the darkness, where no car would venture this time of night, I slowed to a halt, the grind of the gravel music to my ears.
Setting the parking brake, I shot the seat back for legroom while she kicked off her shoes and swung a leg over my thighs, straddling me.
Her eyes spilled fire, looking like a starving animal before she grabbed my shirt between the buttons, ripping it open.
“Damn,” I growled through my teeth, reaching behind her back and ripping her dress in two as well, tearing the scraps away from her body.
Grabbing her hair at the back of her head, I pulled her neck back and took a handful of her ass in my other hand before taking her nipple in my mouth.
She gasped, her body shaking with shock, and I felt high as she slowly melted. She grinded on me, in nothing but her black lace G-string, and I couldn’t believe how painfully turned on I was. My dick was fucking begging for her warmth.
I bit and sucked, trailing my hands all over her, squeezing and yanking her hips.
“Now,” she whimpered, squirming against my cock and digging her nails into my bare chest. “Jared, now.”
I opened the driver’s side door, giving myself more room as I set my leg outside and reclined the seat back just an inch.
“You still on the pill?” I breathed hard, unfastening my belt.
She nodded frantically, leaning down to kiss and nibble my chest.
I freed my cock, grabbing her ass and pushing her up over it. She sucked in a shaky breath, and I took the delicate fabric of her G-string in my fist and leaned into her forehead. “Your pussy will feel my tongue tonight,” I growled, “but for now . . .” I yanked, tearing the material away from her body, the pathetic threads disappearing in the black interior of the car.
She wrapped her smooth fingers around my dick, which stood as stiff as a flagpole, and positioned it underneath her, working me into her tight body. My jaw dropped open with my gasp as I crowned her.
Looking into her eyes, her full, beautiful breasts begging for my attention, I punched my hips up and sheathed my cock so deep inside her that she screamed, hitting the roof with her hand as she moaned and took in breath after quick breath.
“Jared!”
I held her hips, my body tense and tight as I closed my eyes and sank in to the hilt.
My cock throbbed inside her, and slivers of pleasure shot from my stomach and thighs, all leading inward to my groin.
Fuck, she was tight.
I took her ass in my hands and rocked her into me, my lips layered with hers. “Fuck me, Tate,” I breathed out, begging against her mouth. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
She pulled her hips back, and then slammed into me again, throwing her head back with a moan.
“Yes,” I growled.
Her back was pressed against the steering wheel, and I dived down, sucking a nipple into my mouth as she fucked me.
Her hips rolled into me, grinding her wet heat into my body so I felt every tight inch of her. She moved up and down my cock, faster and faster, back and forth, her hips rolling forward and backward, forward and then backward again, and I held her sweet body, already glistening with sweat as she rode me like I was her fucking toy.
She leaned back, flashing me a grin before she ripped my shirt and jacket wide, bringing them both down my arms.
I breathed in and out, punching the shifter down into sixth as the trees loomed on both sides of the dark night. We were in the middle of nowhere and wouldn’t be home for another half hour.
“Jared,” she whispered in my ear. “Please.”
And before I knew it she’d reached behind her neck and unclasped the neck tie, letting the top of her little black dress fall to her waist, exposing her breasts.
My eyes flared, fucking hating her for a split second as I darted my gaze to her breasts, and I couldn’t touch her, because my damn hand was driving the damn car.
I jerked the steering wheel right, and then seeing that I veered, I let out a frustrated growl. “Baby, please,” I begged.
She dove into my neck again, teasing, “You always liked my tits,” she taunted.
The blood in my dick raced, and I winced as it tried to stretch under my pants.
“I can feel you,” she said, nudging my hard-on with her ass. “And you feel you so good.”
Jesus, Tate. Stop. Please stop. I wanted her in a bed.
Her nose rubbed against my cheek, and she looked up at me. “I don’t think I can wait until we get home.” Her eyes looked desperate. “Please,” she begged again.
I shook my head, letting out a sigh as I looked her in the eyes. “Two years, and you’re going to make me fuck you in a car, aren’t you?” I damn near pouted.
She smiled, and I shifted down, skidding into a right-hand turn onto a country road, because there was no way I was going to win.
Hell, I didn’t even want to anymore.
I barreled down the gravel road, still going nearly eighty miles an hour and not giving a shit that the rocks were kicking up under my tires and probably chipping the paint.
Tate was devouring my neck, and my goddamn hands could barely stay steady on the road.
“Baby, damn,” I gasped, taking her lips and kissing the shit out of her as I tried to drive.
Veering to the right again, I flew onto Tanner Path, which was nothing but a small road—barely big enough for one car—that lined one of the little inlet ponds that served as runoff from the river. Sinking far enough into the darkness, where no car would venture this time of night, I slowed to a halt, the grind of the gravel music to my ears.
Setting the parking brake, I shot the seat back for legroom while she kicked off her shoes and swung a leg over my thighs, straddling me.
Her eyes spilled fire, looking like a starving animal before she grabbed my shirt between the buttons, ripping it open.
“Damn,” I growled through my teeth, reaching behind her back and ripping her dress in two as well, tearing the scraps away from her body.
Grabbing her hair at the back of her head, I pulled her neck back and took a handful of her ass in my other hand before taking her nipple in my mouth.
She gasped, her body shaking with shock, and I felt high as she slowly melted. She grinded on me, in nothing but her black lace G-string, and I couldn’t believe how painfully turned on I was. My dick was fucking begging for her warmth.
I bit and sucked, trailing my hands all over her, squeezing and yanking her hips.
“Now,” she whimpered, squirming against my cock and digging her nails into my bare chest. “Jared, now.”
I opened the driver’s side door, giving myself more room as I set my leg outside and reclined the seat back just an inch.
“You still on the pill?” I breathed hard, unfastening my belt.
She nodded frantically, leaning down to kiss and nibble my chest.
I freed my cock, grabbing her ass and pushing her up over it. She sucked in a shaky breath, and I took the delicate fabric of her G-string in my fist and leaned into her forehead. “Your pussy will feel my tongue tonight,” I growled, “but for now . . .” I yanked, tearing the material away from her body, the pathetic threads disappearing in the black interior of the car.
She wrapped her smooth fingers around my dick, which stood as stiff as a flagpole, and positioned it underneath her, working me into her tight body. My jaw dropped open with my gasp as I crowned her.
Looking into her eyes, her full, beautiful breasts begging for my attention, I punched my hips up and sheathed my cock so deep inside her that she screamed, hitting the roof with her hand as she moaned and took in breath after quick breath.
“Jared!”
I held her hips, my body tense and tight as I closed my eyes and sank in to the hilt.
My cock throbbed inside her, and slivers of pleasure shot from my stomach and thighs, all leading inward to my groin.
Fuck, she was tight.
I took her ass in my hands and rocked her into me, my lips layered with hers. “Fuck me, Tate,” I breathed out, begging against her mouth. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
She pulled her hips back, and then slammed into me again, throwing her head back with a moan.
“Yes,” I growled.
Her back was pressed against the steering wheel, and I dived down, sucking a nipple into my mouth as she fucked me.
Her hips rolled into me, grinding her wet heat into my body so I felt every tight inch of her. She moved up and down my cock, faster and faster, back and forth, her hips rolling forward and backward, forward and then backward again, and I held her sweet body, already glistening with sweat as she rode me like I was her fucking toy.
She leaned back, flashing me a grin before she ripped my shirt and jacket wide, bringing them both down my arms.
