“You do this for him?” Anton suddenly asked as he pulled off the highway and onto a little gravel road. He was taking the back route home. She knew he liked to avoid crowds at all costs. Even when he was in the car.
“What?”
“This,” he waved his hand at her tight blue dress, at the makeup on her face. “You do all this for Mark?”
He made the name sound like a curse word falling off his tongue but he couldn’t help himself. The boy she was dating had been a nothing. Even less than a nothing. He’d basically been clear. Nothing there. Insubstantial. Anton had pretty much been able to see straight through him. If it was possible to see through the plainest, least interesting slice of white bread on earth. And he hadn’t put up one second of a fight when Anton had dismissed him. He wasn’t going to at least try to fight for AJ? I mean, sure. Anton would have put him down like a stray dog. But this was a woman worth trying for.
And she’d done herself up. She was wearing a tight blue dress that hugged her the way a man’s hands might. And it was the same color as her goddamn eyes. Which were all smoky and sexy and her mouth looked like she’d been sucking on a raspberry popsicle. And that fucking Mark had just let her get in the car and drive away? What an absolute jackhole.
“I - not exactly,” she grumbled, her cheeks going pink.
“You do not dress up for your boyfriend?”
A surprised little noise squeaked out of her. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
He glanced at her, one hand on the steering wheel and the other out the window he’d rolled down. Her coconut scent was invading his brain and making him act irrationally. He knew that. Not her boyfriend. Interesting. “So if not for him, then who?”
“Anton,” she started.
“Who did you dress up for, Autumn?”
She threw her hands up in the air and her dress strained against her breasts. They were perfect, swollen handfuls that literally made his mouth water.
“I was just trying something new, Anton! So, sue me. And stop calling me Autumn.”
He was quiet for a second, his eyes on her face as he cruised the truck down the road. They hadn’t passed another car in minutes.
“Eyes on the road!” she yelped.
He glanced forward, trained his eyes back on her. “Why do you say this?”
“What? Eyes on the road? Because you’re gonna get us in an accident, you psycho.” She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted out her lips in frustration. She didn’t know it made Anton imagine that pout closing over his cock.
He swallowed hard. “No. Why do you say do not call you Autumn?”
She said nothing, just stared forward.
“It is your name, no?” he prodded her.
“You’re the only one who calls me that and it bothers me. Just call me AJ like everybody else does.”
They turned onto an even smaller road, lined with trees on either side. The setting sunlight peeked through the leaves and the forest almost glowed with it, a peachy gold. Anton frowned. “I do not like to call you AJ. It is boy’s name.” He glanced at her. “You are not boy.”
AJ scoffed and tightened her arms over her chest. “Might as well be,” she grumbled.
“What?” He must not have heard her right.
“I said,” AJ turned to him, enunciating each word carefully, “that to you, I might as well be a boy. When you look at me, it’s not like you see a woman. So I might as well be a boy with a boy’s name.”
She thought what?
Anton slammed on the brakes, yanking the truck over to the side of the road and kicking up a tornado of dust behind them. He scrubbed both hands over his face and muttered in angry Belarusian.
She was doing it again. The same thing she’d done when he’d pulled her up onto the washing machine. She was saying one thing and meaning another. She wasn’t doing it on purpose, he knew. But his heart couldn’t take it. Was she saying that she wanted him to see her as a woman? There was no way. He muttered again.
“Excuse me?” AJ asked, looking wildly around at the stand of trees he’d just parked them in. “You know I can’t understand when you speak in Belarusian.”
“I said that you know nothing, bahinia.” He spit the words at her as if they were cutting him on the way out of his mouth.
“Excuse me?” she repeated, sucking at her teeth as her temper obviously rose. “Nothing? Real nice, Anton.”
“I mean that you know nothing of what I see when I look at you.”
She gestured tightly with her hands. He’d never seen her so agitated before. “Well, tell me, then!” she yelled at him. “What is it you see?”
He didn’t stop himself. For the first time in the decade since he’d met her, he didn’t stop his body from doing what it wanted with her. Leaning toward her, Anton gripped her chin tightly in his hand, made her look right at him, their faces a few scant inches apart.
“You want to know? I see a little piece of fruit. Juicy little plum. That needs all the juice sucked right out.”
AJ’s eyes dilated instantly. Fear, was his first thought and he almost unhanded her. But then her tongue came out, slow and firm against her lower lip. Anton tracked it with his eyes. Her breath washed over his face. She was panting. Something leaped in his chest. This wasn’t fear. This was… arousal.
“W-what?” she asked, her eyes dropping to his mouth.
He pulled his aviators off and tossed them on the dash. He needed to see her clearly right now. This was a moment. This was a hell of a moment and his entire life balanced on the tip of it. Like a marble on a needle.
Was she attracted to him right now? Could she possibly want him the way he wanted her? No. Not possible. But even if she wanted him a tenth of that…
He could barely finish the thought. But there were words tumbling out of his mouth.
“I say I want to suck on you. On your sweetness.”
“I,” AJ started to speak but didn’t finish it. She shifted in her seat and Anton caught a scent. One he’d never smelled before. It was suddenly thick on the air between them. Sweet and salty and the way she smelled after her skin had been in the sun all day.
“You are wet,” he said bluntly, his mouth opening against the flavor of her on the air.
AJ blushed fiercely and ducked her head, pulling from his grip.
A thought occurred to Anton that made him want to drive back to campus, find Mark and decapitate him. “It is for him then. I smell you. Wet. And it is for him.”
AJ snapped her head up instantly, a look of surprise and confusion almost completely wiping away her embarrassment. “No!”
He paused, let her gather herself while she took a deep breath. She let it go in a thin, concentrated stream through her lips. When she looked up at him, the color was still high on her cheeks, and her hair fell over one eye. But her gaze was direct. Honest. “It couldn’t be for him. I can’t-” she broke off, took another breath. “I don’t get wet for anyone but…”
He was dimly aware of her putting a noose around his neck right now. And of himself raising one foot, about to step off the platform. There was nowhere to go from this moment except death.
“For who?” he growled. Because if he was about to fuck his entire life, then maybe he should get to taste that pretty mouth at least once before he did it.
“You,” she whispered, her eyes on his.
He deftly unbuckled both their seat belts, shoved the bench seat back from the steering wheel and dragged her onto his lap all within less than three seconds. She straddled him, up on her knees, her breath coming fast and hard, her eyes almost completely black. The blue was damn near eaten up by her arousal. For him.
She leaned over him, her hands so lightly on his shoulders. Anton’s hands landed on her knees. She wore tights. He could feel the heat of her skin. The light sprinkling of soft hair on her thigh. It made him groan in delight. She hadn’t shaved her legs for that dipshit. Because she hadn’t been planning on getting laid. Thank God. Thank sweet baby Jesus.
He let his hands trail up a bit further. Up her thighs, over the hem of her dress, straining to accommodate her spread legs.
AJ gasped as his hands landed firmly on her ass. And, oh Christ, apparently God hadn’t rested on the seventh day, he’d created AJ’s perfect, juicy ass. She was soft and made of curves and spilling out of his hands everywhere. Somewhere, he was dimly aware of not deserving this, but his body silenced that voice as he pressed her down against him.
Even through his jeans he could feel the wet heat of her. She gasped again and the sound ended on the sweetest little moan. It was a sound he could get used to. A sound that needed to be swallowed.
He ground her against him and let one hand trail up to her hair. It was silky and fragrant and he was lost in it instantly. Knotting a hand at her scalp he drew her face to his. Waited a beat. A breath. A hot, tense second.
And then he sucked her lower lip into his mouth.
Fuck, she tasted good. Like lip gloss and hibiscus tea and AJ. She tasted exactly the way she smelled. He let his tongue trace that lip. That smudgy, fuckable lip. And she moaned again, this time grinding herself into him. He was sure she could feel his cock. There was no hiding it at this point. Hard as a baseball bat and trying to tear its way through his jeans to get at her.
He couldn’t help but lift his hips the tiniest bit into her as he tugged her gently back by the hair. Staring into her eyes, so there would be no confusion, he leaned forward and completely covered her mouth with his.
Her mouth was hot and wet and a thousand times more than he’d ever imagined. Anton had never been that into kissing, it was more of a means to an end for him, but in that moment, he thought he could kiss her for the rest of his life and it wouldn’t be enough.
He was dimly aware of being too intense. His tongue was everywhere inside her mouth, pressing and challenging her soft little tongue. But he couldn’t stop himself. The little strokes she was giving him were driving him insane. Her tongue stroked his so softly, sweetly. He wondered if that was how she would ride him, too. Gently. Innocently. It was like a red flag to a bull.
His hand tightened in her hair and her thighs correspondingly tightened at his hips. Her hands fisted in his shirt and he felt her soft little fingers trail along the collar, tracing a line over the skin of his throat.
She pressed herself against him again as he was drowning himself in her flavor. And then she pressed again. AJ tore her lips to one side, moaned hard as she worked herself against his jean-clad cock.
God. She was gonna make herself come just by rubbing against him. Fuck that. That orgasm was his and his alone. He held her hips up off of him and she groaned in frustration. With one hand he dragged her mouth back to his and he let the other trail up her leg, underneath the hem of her dress. Her palmed her over top of her tights and she shivered.
“Yes,” she whispered into his mouth.
Well. That was just about everything he’d been born to hear. Anton slid her tights down over her ass, but her legs were too far spread for them to go much further. He pulled his hands from her for the briefest of seconds while he unzipped one of her boots and then the other, tossing them behind him.
He pulled her up off of him just long enough to strip her tights off her before he slammed her back down over him. He was sure his jeans were rough on the sensitive skin of her thighs, but he didn’t trust himself to take them off right now.
So instead, he dragged his hands up her thighs, pushing her dress up to her hips as he went.
“Fuck,” he groaned, letting his head fall back for a second.
“What?” AJ asked, lust and anticipation warring across her face.
“You wear white panties,” he groaned. “I always picture you in white panties.”
“You picture this?” she whispered.
He didn’t answer. He stared her in the eyes as he let one of his thumbs line the edge of her panties. When it dipped inside, traced her wet slit, they both groaned.
This was heaven. He was sure of it. Heaven was her soaking wet pussy. Her thighs trembling for him. Her smudgy lips, bit between her teeth.
He traced her slit for a moment before circling her clit. AJ’s head fell back and the movement thrust her breasts toward him. He took his hands from her for just long enough to grip the hem of her dress and drag the whole thing over her head.
And then AJ was on his fucking lap. In her bra and underwear. Panting for him. So wet he could see it through her panties. For him.
“Anton,” she whispered, working her hips forward.
Part of him didn’t believe this was happening, told him to get the hell out of there. This would only end badly. The other part of him beat the first part to death with a blunt object.
He was fucking doing this.
Tugging her bra down and popping her breasts out, Anton fell on her. She was perfumed and so plush and he’d been wrong. She was more than a handful. And so goddamn warm. Her soft skin surrounded him as he tugged her nipple in his mouth. He suckled. Worked it as intensely as he’d been working her tongue.
“Anton,” she murmured again, arching her back as he went for the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as he worked the first between his fingers.
“Oh, God. I’m gonna- I’m gonna-” she moaned, her hips working and working on his covered cock.
Anton debated pulling back, dragging this out. Making her wait. But she was so sweet and desperate. She smelled so good and tasted like nectar. He couldn’t deprive this woman. So he doubled down, suckling even harder at her nipple as he slipped one of his hands between her legs.
He wanted her to come, but he had to be inside her somehow when she did it. AJ arched even harder, her breath sucked in and held in her chest. Anton pressed his thick middle finger into her pussy and AJ fractured. She clamped down around him so hard he almost lost it in his fucking jeans. Her voice went hoarse as her head fell back and her body tensed and arched and vibrated with the force of it.
Anton grinned into her breasts, and he couldn’t help but scrape his five-o’clock shadow against her milky soft skin there.
“I didn’t know,” AJ murmured as she came down, relaxing. Anton looked up, and without thinking, he let that same grin loose again. She blinked, momentarily stunned, before she dropped her head to his shoulder. He sucked in his own breath when he felt her hot mouth open up on his neck.
He pressed his finger further into her and she gasped against him.
Shifting her weight, AJ took him with her when she fell to the side, her back on the bench seat, her legs twisted around his hips. He lay over her, looking down at her in a way they both had only ever dreamed of.
Immediately, her hands went to the buttons of his shirt, her eyes eating up every inch of skin that was revealed in the process.
“Autumn,” he said. “I cannot fuck you in truck on side of road.” But contrary to his words, his hand pressed forward inside her and he slipped another finger alongside the first. She was so goddamn tight.
“Okay,” she muttered, getting the last button and pulling his shirt open. “Just. More skin.” And she leaned up and dragged her tongue over his chest. Anton growled. Falling over her even further. He pulled her chin back and took her mouth again.
The kiss dragged out and out. Longer and longer, with less and less technique as it went on. They slid their mouths against one another and he swallowed every little satisfied noise she made. He didn’t thrust the hand he had inside her, but he refused to take it away either. He’d found his favorite place on earth.
The light changed and twilight fell over the trees around their truck. They froze for a moment as headlights passed over them. It was the first car to pass since they’d pulled over an hour and a half ago. But it kept on going and Anton fell on her mouth again, starving for her even as he was gorging himself.
Soon, AJ became needy again, and even though he wasn’t moving his hand, she pressed her hips into it.
He smiled against her mouth. “You need more, little bahinia.”
“Yes,” she moaned, trembling against him.
Happy to oblige, Anton lifted himself up on one arm over her. He pressed his hips into her and into his own hand. So that when he thrust forward, his two thick fingers plunged into her as if they were his cock.
AJ’s eyes flew open and she whipped her head from one side to the other. “Yes! Oh God. More. More.”
He did it again and this time she reared up, tearing his shirt off over his head and dragging him back down with her so that his weight pressed her into the seat.
“More,” she pleaded into his ear and moaned when he thrust forward again, curling his fingers up. He knew what she was asking for. What she was asking for with both her body and her words. She wanted him. She wanted his cock inside her. And, oh God, he didn’t know if he could resist. He had a condom in his wallet. But she deserved so much more than fucking in a car like teenagers.
Even so, he thrust forward again. He found himself digging the condom out of his wallet and palming it onto the seat beside her ear. Just in case, he told himself. But he wasn’t going to. He was just going to make her come again. She was so close.
And so tight and so wet.
“Anton, please,” she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist and trying to drag him toward her.
He sucked in a breath. He needed air. He was losing his mind with her.
“I cannot fuck you in truck on side of road, bahinia.” He was vaguely aware that he was repeating himself. And that it wasn’t working.
“Yes, you can. Oh, please. Anton, please. Give me everything.” The blue evening light painted her the loveliest shade of violet he’d ever seen, her hair spread out over the seat and for once, he could see both of her eyes. And they were staring right at him. Into him. She was wrecking him. Tearing down his carefully constructed walls, brick by brick.
“I can’t. I can’t,” he chanted. But his forehead had fallen to hers and one of his hands was pulling at the button of his jeans, pushing them down to his knees. “I can’t.”
“Please, Anton,” AJ pleaded again. “Give me everything. Give it to me.”
And then he was slipping the condom onto himself and her eyes fell to his cock. She opened her eyes and mouth lazily, her tongue came out to trace her lip. She quickly whipped off her panties, tossed them to the floor.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. “You’re so big.”
“That’s right. Too big,” he murmured, falling forward again and nuzzling at her neck. His cock nestled between her legs, sliding along her slick wetness. “That is part of why I cannot fuck you here. You are too tight right now.”
“I can take you,” she whispered back, thrusting her hips down and trying to catch him inside her. “I don’t care if you hurt me. I need you, Anton. I need you inside me.”
Ten years of self-control snapped like a fishing line. There was no past. There was no future. There was only now. There was only AJ. Wet and begging him to fuck her. He couldn’t turn away from this and keep his soul. He would die if he said no. He knew it.
“I can’t,” he whispered again, hoping his heart would hear his words. And whether he meant that he couldn’t do it or that he couldn’t stop, even he wasn’t sure. But he found himself wrapping one of her legs around his waist. Poising himself at her entrance.
“I need you,” she repeated, her breath at his ear, her lips on his neck. “I need you.”
“I can’t,” he said once more. And then he thrust inside of her, seating himself to the hilt and tearing through her virginity in one stroke.
Both of them froze, she in pain and he in shock.
“No,” he whispered to the air. It couldn’t be. She was 25. She had friends and went to parties and no. She couldn’t be a virgin.
“It’s okay,” she said, pressing into him. “I should have told you, but I’m not sorry. It’s okay.”
“This is not okay,” he groaned, unable to move. He couldn’t believe he slammed through her virginity in the front seat of a truck an hour after their first kiss. After she’d held onto her virginity for 25 years.
“Yes, Anton, it is.” She gripped his chin and brought up his face so he could see her in the dimming light. “It was yours, Anton. It was always yours.”
Her words fell onto him one by one, as if they were the first tentative raindrops in a coming storm. Understanding dawned within him.
“You saved this for me.” There was fire in his chest and it was spreading through his veins, hot and quick. What was she saying to him? What could this mean? There was no way. There was no way.
“I would never have given it to anyone else,” she murmured. “Somehow, I always knew you’d take it. Please.” She tossed her head to one side and then the other. “Show me. Show me the rest.”
He gulped. He cursed. He made his peace with going to hell.
Experimentally, Anton pulled out a little ways, and her tight pussy had his eyes damn near crossing. He’d never felt a more perfect person in his entire life. When he pressed back into her they both groaned, AJ tossing her head back.
Normally, he had a pretty refined technique. A series of hard won expertise designed to make a woman forget her name. But with AJ, there was no past. He wasn’t thinking about any other woman or any other moment. All he could do was tangle his hands in her hair, put his mouth at her ear and tell her everything he’d ever wanted to say. In Belarusian, of course. He let every longing feeling, every inescapable moment of lust and love, tumble out of him and into her. Into her ears and into her pussy. He pounded his love right into her. He wanted it so far inside her it would live in there from now on.
His love was made to be inside her.
Anton fucked her into the seat of the car. He fucked her right through her screaming, tensing orgasm and into another. He started twisting his hips into her this time, wanting to prolong it. Wanting to drag it out and out and out for her. He wanted her to come for an hour. All over him.
He planted the flat of his foot against the car door behind him and used it for leverage. He wanted her to feel him there. He needed to mix with her in every way possible.
Cinching his hand around her waist, Anton flipped them so that she was on top. Her eyes popped open but she wasted no time at all before she lifted up on him. Taking little, gentle strokes just like he knew she would. But he couldn’t take it.
Sitting up so that their mouths met again, Anton slammed her hips down onto him, fucking himself with her body. She screamed and clamped.
“Anton!”
His name was the final straw. The thing that broke the dam inside him. Never in his life did he think she’d scream his name this way. Grinding her down on his cock, Anton buried his face in her neck, let go, and came with a deep, guttural roar.
He came and came and came into her. And with each ecstatic spasm, he knew he was saying goodbye to life as he knew it.