Chapter Twenty-Two
Vanessa
I knew I shouldn’t let storms like this freak me out, especially since I’d grown up with them. Like Trethan said about driving through them, this wasn’t the first time I’d been out in a storm like this. But all the same, I jumped every time a clap of thunder shook the sky, and I couldn’t quit gnawing on my lower lip.
A bright bolt streaked from the clouds to the ground off to our left. “Do you think that lightning was too close to us?”
Trethan was silent for a moment, considering. But then, he shook his head. “Nah, the thunder didn’t sound until about two seconds after,” he said. “That means it’s almost a mile away. Not quite, but almost.”
“What if it hits us, though?” I asked worriedly. “We’re in a giant metal coffin, basically!”
“We’ll be fine,” he said soothingly. “I don’t remember all the science of it, but I know lightning hits cars all the time and nothing serious happens. Worst that might happen is that the wheels will blow, and then we’ll have to call someone to come help us once the storm has passed.”
“How are you so calm?” I asked him, suddenly irrationally suspicious that he was high or something.
But Trethan just shrugged. “These big storms have never really scared me,” he said. “Actually, they used to fascinate me when I was a kid. I used to go out into the garage and open the door and just sit there watching them. Scariest thing I ever saw was, do you remember that time our shed burnt to the ground?”
Then, he grimaced, clearly regretting having said that. “Not that I think anything is going to happen with this storm,” he said quickly. “Just, I recognize what lightning can do, but we don’t need to be worried about it now.”
“That’s really reassuring,” I said sarcastically, even though I knew I shouldn’t be taking my fear out on him.
He didn’t get offended, though. Instead, he glanced toward the backseat. “Why don’t we get comfortable?” he suggested. “We don’t know how long this storm’s going to last, and I’ve got some blankets back there.”
“What, for the girls that you pick up at the Roasted Bison, so you can fuck at one of the overlooks?” I asked acidly, not even considering my words.
Trethan raised an eyebrow at me, but his tone remained mild. “Actually, they’re there because I took my spare bedding over to the laundromat last week in case I had you over to my place again at some point in the near future, and I hadn’t gotten around to putting it back in the house yet.”
I could feel myself blushing. Even though I knew he couldn’t see how sheepish I must look, given how dark it was, I knew he could hear it in my voice as I apologized.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Actually, it’s kind of cute, seeing you jealous like that.”
I ducked my head and then glanced toward the backseat. Then, I looked out toward the rain, undecided.
“Come on,” Trethan said. “Maybe a distraction is just what you need.”
“We’re stuck out in a storm, and you’re thinking of sex?” I asked incredulously.
He shrugged and grinned over at me. “Like I said, it might be a good distraction.” He traced his hand up the inside of my leg. “Get you all nice and squirming in the dark of the backseat. Wear you out with a good orgasm or two. Maybe three, if you’re really lucky. By the time I’m through with you, the storm should be far away from us.”
I giggled a little and shook my head. “You really think you can do that to me?”
“I wouldn’t suggest it if I had any doubt,” Trethan said, a devilish glint in his eye. “Come on.”
I shook my head, still giggling softly. “All right, all right,” I said, moving into the backseat. “I’ve actually never done this. Sex in a car.”
“Good,” he growled as he climbed back and joined me. “At least I get some of your firsts.”
I blushed, but there was something that felt right about being able to give him one of my firsts. Even if that first was here, in the backseat of his truck, with lightning flashing all around us.
The lightning was the perfect counterpoint to the jolts of heat sparking through my body as Trethan pulled me close beneath the warm, blankets, pushing his calloused fingers up beneath my dress, pushing it off over my head even before we’d really begun.
I fumbled just as eagerly at the buttons on his shirt. He kissed me heatedly, his tongue pressing into my mouth, making me mewl and cling to him.
A large clap of thunder boomed directly overhead. I screamed and jumped, burying my face against Trethan’s neck.
“Easy,” he murmured, his hand stroking soothing lines up my back. “You’re all right. I’ve got you.”
“Sorry,” I stammered, knowing he must think I was an idiot.
“We’ve all got irrational fears,” he said.
“What’s yours?” I asked curiously.
He paused for a moment and then smirked. He bent me back over the seat, climbing on top of me and shedding his clothing. “Having a hot girl in the back of my truck,” he murmured against my skin as he trailed kisses along my jawline, “and not getting her off.”
I moaned wantonly at that. My head fell back to allow him better access to the soft skin at the base of my neck. He nipped lightly at it and then, in one fluid movement, thrust his fingers inside of me.
I’d been playing with myself more and more since he and I had started whatever this was. It seemed that I could hardly go a day without touching myself, without getting myself off. Otherwise, if I didn’t allow myself that release, I couldn’t seem to focus on anything, and when I laid down at night, I was too keyed up to sleep.
But this felt nothing like when I teased myself with my own fingers.
It wasn’t just the girth of his digits in comparison to mine, and it wasn’t just the ruthless way he pushed them inside of me.
He wasn’t patient the way I normally was. He didn’t give me time to adjust. Instead, he kept things just on this side of too much. And, it felt wonderful.
I shivered and rocked against him, fighting a hand down between us so I could grasp his prick, giving it a few uncoordinated strokes. I giggled a little. “I’m not good at multitasking,” I confessed.
Trethan growled and pulled away, lining his tip against my opening and then pushing inside. It was that quick action, that lack of preparedness that left me breathless, already almost at the brink of coming. I fell bonelessly against the seat of the truck, mouth open in a silent gasp, fingers digging into his biceps. Then, I began to rock into his thrusts, angling my hips so that he consistently hit the bundle of nerves inside of me.
I cried out in unison with the next clap of thunder, unable to keep silent. “Oh, Trethan,” I sobbed. “Please. Please, please, please.”
“What do you want?” he asked, his voice deep.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
He grinned crookedly down at me. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, lightly cupping my cheek, the tenderness a juxtaposition to the way he pounded into me.
Then, his rhythm changed. It slowed down and gentled. I made a noise of protest, but when I looped my heels behind his back and tried to urge him on, he wasn’t having any of it. Instead, he moved even more slowly, pulling out until only the very tip of his cock was still inside me before sliding back inside, going until he was fully seated.
His fingers ghosted down my sides, leaving trails of fire to match the trails of wetness on the windows. I arched against him, one hand coming up against the window for leverage as I pressed down into his thrust, leaving a smear in the condensation that had formed there. But I was far from caring what this might look like if anyone were to happen upon the truck.
My orgasm swept over me right as the storm hit its crescendo. My eyes squeezed shut, and my mouth opened in a soundless cry of Trethan’s name. I shivered, both startled by the intensity of my orgasm and frightened by the boom of thunder overhead. But that fear, that spark of adrenaline, made my climax just that much more intense so that I hardly noticed Trethan coming as well, spilling hot, sticky lines of cum deep inside me.
Outside, the rain still fell heavily, streaking down the windows. Although, the lightning tapered off, only flashing in periodic bursts now, illuminating our naked forms only every so often. Trethan held me close in his arms, the blanket still tightly encasing us, keeping us warm there in the cool, dark, wet evening.
He pressed a kiss to my hair. “Did that help?” he asked, his voice sounding wrecked, as though he’d been the one screaming out his ecstasy.
I blushed and ducked my head, but I nodded all the same. “Yeah,” I told him. “That was just what I needed.”
Trethan smiled and trailed his fingers lightly over my skin. Then, he kissed my hair again, before beginning to root around for his clothes. “Well, it looks like the storm’s letting up,” he said, glancing up toward the sky where stars became visible. “How about we get you home?”