A Burst Of Feeling
Out in the middle of a back road, the breeze whispering over her skin, the birds singing and rustling in the trees that lined the roadway, out under the caress of the sun that burned bright in the cloudless blue sky, it was hard to feel that a kiss, especially one such as Jason’s, was wrong.
He pulled away and Amanda took an unsteady step backwards. His gaze burned into her, crystalline blue and liquid, dark, feral.
Oh god, this should be wrong, but it feels so right. That kiss, a kiss like she’d never experienced in her life, rocked her to her very foundation. It was so much more than just lips meeting lips, flesh tasting flesh, tongues tangling and breaths exchanged. It was so much… deeper and more intimate than it should have been. It was shocking for the fact that it was the first time in Amanda’s life she could say she was good and truly aroused.
Of course she thought she’d felt that way with her high school boyfriend and then with Phil, but it wasn’t anything compared to this. No, this, this was going to be different.
“Do you want me to stop?” Jason’s voice, low and husky, cut straight through to the center of her.
Amanda hesitated, just for a second. “No,” she whispered. “No, I don’t want you to.”
He closed the distance between them, put a hand on her shoulder and hauled her roughly against him. Her hand hit the wall of his chest, so very firm and unyielding beneath her fingertips. The heat of his chest burned right through his shirt, into her hand, up her arm and flooded her chest, her stomach, her limbs with awareness.
Her heart beat so hard she thought it might explode. He lowered his mouth to hers again, claiming her lips in a bruising, forceful kiss that shook her entire universe. Her hand moved, searching for something, anything to hold onto in case her legs, which had started to shake, suddenly gave way. Her hand landed on the spot right over his heart. It beat wildly, as hard as her own.
Jason broke away, his breath as hard and raspy as her own, drawn from lungs that were far too small and inadequate for the moment.
“I have to taste you,” he said huskily.
It wasn’t what she expected. They were out there on the middle of the road, deserted as it might seem. Anyone could come along and find them.
“Here?” She forced out the word.
“Yes. Here.” His hands gripped her around the waist and lifted her easily. He carried her the couple steps back to the truck and mounted her on the tailgate. One strong, rough hand spread open her legs. She didn’t fight him. She wanted him too badly to resist or protest.
One palm, rough, callouses, traveled up the bare skin of her thigh. Amanda shuddered violently. His index finger traced a pattern, made a trail over her flesh that detonated a bomb of hard, hot passion.
“I want to find out if you taste as good as I’ve imagined.”
“You… you thought about this?”
His eyes met hers, all dark and searing and wild with need. “Haven’t you?”
Her face flushed hot. She didn’t answer because right then his hand traced a hot pattern up her thigh, right to her pussy.
“So wet.” His husky words did something to her, or perhaps it was his hand, which was starting to explore her through the thin cotton fabric of her underwear.
She couldn’t help it. She fell back against the cold, hard, dirty, rusty metal of the truck bed. She gave herself up to Jason’s incredible hands. He moved her panties aside and brushed over her slick, wet folds. She knew he was right. She was soaking with the force of her own desire. God, she’d been like that for a week. There hadn’t been a single moment of the day when his face hadn’t been with her, haunting her.
He shifted and then his breath was warm on her thigh. His hand pulled her panties away, down her legs and then off. She didn’t care where they went or what he’d done with them. The rasp of his beard touched her sensitive, overheated skin first. The rasp was delicious, a hard friction both numbing and firing the ache deep inside of her. An ache that only he could sate.
One hand guided her legs up and she bent her knee. He placed her foot on the tailgate and she followed suit with her other leg.
“That’s it,” Jason coached her, every word tickling her erotically. “Lay back. Lay back and just let me…”
I can do that. Oh god, I can do that for him.
The rasp of his beard was more forceful this time, followed by the tender warmth of his tongue. His mouth slid over her, loving her from top to bottom. He explored her folds for a few long moments before he parted her, opening her with his finger. His tongue flicked over her entrance before circling back, lapping up her juices and flicking her clit with one hard, erotic movement.
Amanda’s world closed in around her. She’d never felt such deep, wild pleasure in her entire life. Her stomach clenched hard, and other muscles, leg muscles, the muscles in her arms, hell, her whole body tensed, waiting, waiting for more.
She lay back and floated away on the currents of pleasure. Jason’s hot mouth pleasured her. He knew just where to apply pressure, knew when to take his mouth or his hand away, leaving her bereft, bringing her back from the edge of the climax that hovered, waiting to claim her.
She wanted more, so much more, but she was too proud to beg and too shy to tell him what she wanted. She figured he knew. He knew from the way her hips bucked up, her pelvis rocked forward, into his mouth. The little moans pulled from the recess of her throat.
A hard breath slammed into her lungs as Jason slipped a finger inside of her. She mewled in response, her body clutching hard around him. His tongue skimmed over her again, found her clit and gave it one sharp, little flick after another. He repeated the pattern, licking and nipping, lapping and tasting, circling in a maddening series of motions that she was sure were meant to torture her.
“Jason, please,” she panted. Her back and shoulders thrust off the tailgate.
“Please, what, Amanda?”
“Please let me come.” She opened her eyes and lifted her head, enough to stare into his passion filled gaze. Those blue eyes of his had darkened a hundred shades, the pupils so wide they nearly took up the entire iris. It was strange and erotic as hell to note the animalistic gleam in his eyes. To want him to take her, here and now, in the outdoors, on the back of his truck.
“How do you want me to let you come, Amanda?”
She swallowed hard. She’d never been one for dirty talk. She didn’t even know how to begin. She didn’t even know what she fully wanted besides everything all at once.
“I want your cock,” she whispered huskily.
He actually grinned. Like he enjoyed the way those words rolled off her tongue. Her eyes traveled to his jeans. A distinct bulge stood out and her throat closed up. The horrible, aching, pounding sensation between her legs got a thousand times worse.
“Where do you want it? Your mouth? Your ass or your cunt?”
She nearly gasped and managed to hold it back at the last second. Dear lord, she finally understood the draw of language like that. It was sexy as hell, thinking of any of those options though she’d never really enjoyed giving or even receiving oral, although, with him, she’d sure as hell liked what he’d done. She certainly hadn’t tried anything beyond the more vanilla shades of pleasure.
“In… in my pussy,” she finally stammered, when she realized he wasn’t going to do anything until she actually said the words.
He nodded once then shocked her by gripping her hips again and hauling her off the tailgate. He set her feet, now bare since her sandals had somehow fallen off, probably when he put her onto the truck the first time, in the dirt of the road.
Jason turned her swiftly and bent her over the tailgate. Her elbows hit the metal with a hard thud that caused a sweet sting of pain. He actually dared to hike up the skirt of her dress, rucked it around her hips.
She paused, hardly daring to breathe. She wanted this too badly to stop. She was too afraid of it not happening to tell him to wait for a private setting. The thought of him changing her mind and not ending this torture for her nearly made her mad with panic.
The swift little zing of the zipper of his fly opening sent stars flashing over her eyes. This was really going to happen. Right here, right now.
A second passed them she felt him, hard and thick and pulsing against her thigh.
“You have one last chance to say no, Amanda. After that I’m not going to be able to control myself. Tell me if you really want this.”
“I really want it,” Amanda said hoarsely. She waited, tense until she felt him move.
His hips surged forward and the head of his cock slid through her slick folds, right to her entrance. She knew he was big, probably far too big to even fit inside of her. She imagined herself being completely humiliated when it didn’t fit. When he changed his mind because she wasn’t what he wanted after all.
He pulsed against her for a second and then he thrust hard, taking her in one swift motion. Just like that he sheathed himself inside of her. A hard scream was torn from her throat, but it was one of raw, primitive pleasure, not of pain. He didn’t wait, didn’t give her a chance to adjust to the tight, thick length of his cock. He couldn’t. She understood. He was obviously as out of control as she was.
His deep, rapid breaths, the hard way he thrust before pulling almost all the way and pounding back home, filing her, stretching her past anything she thought she could take, seating himself deeper and deeper, overwhelmed her senses.
She swiveled her hips in a hard grind against him, opened herself up, took him even further. His thrusts increased in tempo, reaching a hot, fevered pitch. She ground against him harder yet, her own desperation finding a new intensity. His fingers dug into the tender skin of her hips. She should be embarrassed that she was exposed to him from the waist down, the skirt of her dress thrown over her hips, her ass in the air and his cock pumping into her, but she wasn’t. She wasn’t shy at all, for the first time in her life. She needed him too badly to be shy.
One hand, surprisingly, tangled in her hair. Her head was yanked back painfully. She saw stars at the edges of her vision and her eyes teared. As quick as the pain reared up, it faded, replaced with the most delicious lick of pleasure.
Amanda opened her eyes when Jason’s hand at her waist, guided her back a step. She finally realized what the hard tug had been about. He’d created a gap between her elbows on the tailgate and her chest. She was no longer jammed up against it.
She glanced down, a little shocked to see how it looked as he slid out of her body. His cock was shiny and wet with her juices. He was so thick, so impossibly large, it was a little surprising, even though she’d grown used to the feel of him inside of her.
She watched, fascinated as he slid nearly all the way out. Just the tip remained inside, teasing her, tempting her. She moaned and swiveled her hips and he complied with what she wanted, slowly sliding back inside of her.
Fuck. She’d never seen anything so sexy in her life. The feel of him, pulsing inside of her nearly sent her over the edge. She wanted this. She wanted this and so much more, but the fear of discovery and the raw ache, nearly a blinding crescendo inside of her, drove her forward. She swiveled her hips in a slow, dirty grind that drew a groan from Jason’s throat.
His hands latched back onto her hips and he thrust hard. The new, frantic rhythm was so sweet and delicious, white hot and searing that Amanda would have liked to hold out longer. She tried hard to stop the climax from taking her, but her muscles clamped down, gripping his cock hard. The telltale shivers ripped up her thighs and then the full force of the orgasm hit.
She cried out violently, shrilly. Her fingers scrabbled over the tailgate, digging in. She braced herself as wave after wave of hot passion, waves so white hot that they were actually painful as well as erotic, ripped through her body. Her eyes slammed shut and the blackness closed in.
Jason thrust harder, uncontrolled. He let his body go. His hips rammed against hers, their flesh slapping together loudly. He pistoned into her, harder, slamming her with every thrust, reaching a frenzied pitch until at last, at the last second, he pulled out. Hot jets pumped over her ass and spurted onto her thighs.
Amanda froze. The feel of those hot bursts sobered her a little. What they’d just done was real. It wasn’t just her hand and her fevered imagination bringing herself to pleasure in the middle of the night. No, this had been raw and utterly, truly amazing. Like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
“I… uh…” Amanda stammered a few minutes later. She didn’t dare move. The wetness slowly cooled and trickled down her leg.
“Here.” Jason fumbled with his jeans, tucking them back into place then he whipped off his t-shirt and handed it to her. “Use this.”
That too should have been embarrassing but the strange act, wiping his seed off of her skin, in the middle of nowhere with only the woods as their witness, he virtually a complete stranger and she, having just given herself to him in the most brazen way possible, was almost as an erotic an ending as how they’d begun.
She didn’t know what to do with the shirt after. She slowly pulled her dress down, retrieved the tin pails from where she’d let them fall and tucked the t-shirt into one of them.
“We need to talk,” Jason said. He turned on his heel and got into the truck. He fired it up but just sat, waiting for her.
Amanda swallowed hard. She couldn’t regret what they’d just done. She certainly couldn’t bring herself to feel any sort of remorse. Not when she still felt the tremors from the power of that pleasure pulsing deep inside of her.
She moved slowly, found her flip flops by the tailgate, slipped into them and walked around to the passenger side. She had no choice but to get in and let Jason drive them both home.