Gabe

My heart slows, it was hammering against my ribs in rage at that stupid fucking bartender barging in on us like that. At least now I’m back on plan. I want to take my time with Eloise.

I ease the truck out of the parking lot and head to nearby Genesee Valley Park, my planned destination all along.

With my right hand, I feel for the folded comforter I crammed between the seats earlier. Satisfied it’s still there, I reach across and rest my hand on Eloise’s thigh. Sometimes I really hate bucket seats.

“Are you doing okay?” I ask.

It’s a big moment for her, I could tell by the way she screamed.

“We left my panties in the bar,” she says, and giggles.

“That’s okay, you don’t need them. But you seem to be leaving your panties in a lot of places these days.” She laughs.

I pull the truck into the park and into a secluded spot I know.

“Here?” she asks, her eyes wide.

“I had this plan of telling you to look at the stars instead of worrying about leak marks in my ceiling, but I don’t think it matters now.” Not now that I know my touch was enough to make Eloise forget everything.

She exhales hard, in a half laugh. “I can’t believe you did that.”

I don’t know if she’s talking about the orgasm or it being in a bar, or maybe even me licking her ass. I bet no one’s ever gone near there before. All I know is the way her body responded to my touch.

Desperate for more of her, I cut the engine and grab the condoms and comforter. I hop out into the quiet of the park, crickets the only sound. I’m around to her side in a flash.

“Are you sure it’s okay here?” she says, as I open her door.

Dropping the comforter at my feet, I yank her out of her seat and into my arms. The feel of her body against mine sends a shudder up my back.

Eloise shifts her eyes around, obviously unsure of the idea of doing this here in the park. I clamp my mouth on hers to convince her.

She whimpers and relaxes into my kiss. I run my hands over her curves. I love knowing she has no panties on, and I lift her skirt and rub her luscious ass.

I untie the halter part of Eloise’s dress. With my lips still on hers, I hunch my back, creating space between us to let the front of the dress slip down. Her bra is strapless and silky, and I can’t resist running my hands over the sleek fabric. If I wasn’t such a hurry to get her clothes off, I’d stand back and stare at her a while.

Undoing the clasps, I pull the bra away and drop it at our feet. I break the kiss to look at her tits.

Even in the dim light of the moon and stars, I can see they’re perfect. A handful, exactly what I like best. Her nipples are hard, and I can’t resist brushing my fingers over them.

I shift my eyes to her face. Eloise is studying me, my face, my arms, my body. My eyes catch hers, and she bites her bottom lip.

Cupping the back of her head, I press my lips against hers in a soft kiss. She grips my biceps, sending a jolt through me.

As fast as I can, I step back and pull my T-shirt over my head. Even in the darkness, I don’t miss the fact that Eloise closes her eyes and shakes her head in disbelief.

“Everything good?” I ask.

“You’re like a freaking statue carved out of marble. Can I touch you?” She reaches her hands out, hovering them over my pecs.

I chuckle. “This isn’t a physiotherapy session, you don’t have to ask to touch me.”

She smiles, and even though it’s dark, I’m sure she’s turned red. Our eyes connect, and I stroke her cheek with the backs of my fingers.

Eloise takes a deep breath and brings her fingers to my pecs. There’s a slight tremble in them. I stand perfectly still as she moves them over my pecs and down to my abs.

Her fingers trace the ridges of my muscles. My dick gets harder and harder from the feel of her delicate fingers. I need to undo my jeans and free it, but leave it in its agony because I don’t want to interrupt her touch.

She slides her hands back up to my pecs. Her fingers move near my nipples, and she stops.

“Can I touch them?” she asks, her voice quiet and breathy.

“You can touch me any way you damn well please.”

To my surprise, she lunges her face at my chest. Her tongue connects with my nipple piercing, flicking them, first one side than the other.

“Fuck,” I moan.

My back contracts in a massive shudder, and my dick grows so hard that I have to reach down and undo my jeans.

Her right hand immediately slides down my abs and finds the waistband of my underwear. She tickles the tip of my cock, causing me to throw back my head.

I’d expected to do things to her to make her come. I hadn’t anticipated her touching me like this.

Eloise licks down the line of the center of my muscles, over my belly button and down to my waistband, dropping to her knees in the process.

She grabs hold of my jeans and underwear at my hips and pulls. My cock springs free, nearly hitting her in the face. She gets my jeans to my knees before giving up and grabbing onto my dick with both hands.

Holding it steady, she moves one hand to my balls and licks up my shaft. Her mouth opens wide and clamps over the head of my cock, her mouth soft, warm and wet.

Heat races through my veins, and I fall back against the open truck door.

She swirls her tongue around my head as she sucks, and my body feels like it might combust.

I may have made her feel the best she’s ever felt in the bar, but she’s doing the same to me here, now.

Letting the truck door take all my weight, I close my eyes and enjoy what she’s doing to me.

My balls draw up to my body. I grip her head and pull her off me.

“Careful,” I say. “I need to be inside you.”

After kicking my jeans the rest of the way off, I snap open the comforter. It’s close to the truck, but whatever.

Eloise takes her dress all the way off and stands completely naked in front of me. I curse myself for my idea of outdoor sex, and wish we were somewhere with lights so I could see her clearly.

I place my hands on her waist and draw her into me. Our naked bodies press together, fire burning where they touch.

Sliding my hand up her back, I lace my fingers into her hair and tilt her head back. My mouth crushes against hers like I haven’t eaten in years. She’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.

I scoop her up, and she gasps as I lay her on the comforter.

Kneeling, I take my time kissing and stroking her body from her toes up. When I get near the top of her thighs, Eloise spreads her legs but I ignore the temptation and continue up the soft curves of her body.

When I reach her head, I position myself over her. I prop myself on my elbows, and nestle between her legs.

I can’t resist grinding my cock against her wet lips.

“Gabe,” she whispers, “This doesn’t feel right.”

Her words punch me in the gut.