Chapter Three
Finally.
What he’d been denied—denying himself—for so long was right there in front of him. Soft, warm, vibrant. Making him laugh and remember that there was more to life than wallowing in self-pity. All he had to do was reach out and take it.
And he damn well planned to. Again, and again.
“Scoot down,” he said.
He shifted his weight back, and she shimmied down until she was lying flat on the bench seat of the Escalade’s back row.
“I need to see more of you.” Needed to gaze upon the body he’d only been privy to in his dreams and fantasies for two years. With unsteady hands, he tried to draw the straps of the dress down her shoulders, but he couldn’t maneuver it properly in the tight space of the car.
“Fuck it,” he said, making her giggle. A growl rose in his throat as he pulled the V of her dress wide, exposing her bare breasts. As in no bra. Just stiff nipples on display to his hungry gaze. Shit if he’d know that, he might have skipped the meal altogether. “Jesus, you’re so fucking sexy.” There was no finesse to the way he manhandled the fabric to keep it out of the way.
As soon as she was exposed to him, he latched on to a nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth. She cried out and fisted his short hair in her hands, holding his head against her as though there was a chance in hell he’d stop what he was doing. With his tongue, he rhythmically pressed the taut bud to the roof of his mouth.
“Oh, D-Jake. That feels so good. It’s been so long. More, more.”
It was the understatement of the year, but he agreed with how fucking good it was. The taste of her flooded his system like a drug. He moved to the other breast, this time seizing her nipple between his teeth and giving a less than gentle nip.
She went wild beneath him, bucking and pulling his hair while nonsensical words flowed from her. “Jake! Inside me, now. I can’t wait. Now, now, now.”
God, he loved her like this. Wild, begging for him, desperate to feel him. “I’ll make it up to you,” he said as he fumbled with his belt and zipper.
“What?” Her lust-filled eyes grew confused. “Make what up to me?”
“I’m so fuckin’ close to the edge, this first time might only last five seconds. But I’ll make it up to you later. As much as you want.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m right there with you and even it if it’s only five seconds, they’ll be the best five seconds I’ve had in a really long time.” While she spoke, she hiked the skirt of her dress up and over her hips, bunching it around her waist. “I’ll leave the rest up to you,” she said with a wink.
Her words fueled him as much as any physical caress and he ripped the flimsy panties from her with one violent tug. The scent of her arousal filled the small space, making Derek’s head spin. He gripped her hips and tugged her closer. Fisting his cock in his hand, he brought it to her opening and pushed in with a slow steady stroke.
A long, low groan escaped her as he worked his way inside. She was tight and so fucking hot his eyes nearly crossed. Thank fuck she was soaked, or he would have worried about hurting her.
They both sighed when he sank as deep as he possibly could, but it wasn’t enough, not by a long shot.
“Don’t hold back,” she said. “Don’t you dare hold back.”
That was all he needed to hear. He drew back then powered into her with a stroke that sent her sliding along the seat. “Yesss,” she cried as her hand flew above her head and braced against the door. “More like that. Again.”
In the next instant, he was slamming into her with two years’ worth of pent-up sexual frustration. His body completely took over, out of his control, no longer under his command. If he’d had any sense, he’d have gentled his hold on her hips, slowed the furious pace of his thrusts and made sure she was as close to exploding as he was, but his mind was blank to everything except the searing pleasure of her pussy.
Sure, the Escalade was roomy, but at six-two, he was a big man, and the back seat wasn’t exactly designed for sexual gymnastics. One of his knees dug into the floorboard while the other braced against the seat back.
As predicted, it didn’t take long for him to reach the point of no return. He buried himself in her as his surroundings faded away and the pleasure became its own kind of agony. In the distance, he registered the frantic sounds of his woman coming, her body jerking beneath him as she found her release.
He collapsed half on her, half hanging from the seat, in an awkward position, but he’d have lain on a bed of nails if it meant feeling her softness against him.
“Well,” she said around heaving breaths. “I think that was actually like twenty seconds. Four times more than you predicted, stud.”
He laughed, the jostling motion causing him to slip from her body. He wasn’t finished with her, not by a long shot. And if this night wasn’t going to end with them tucked away in bed, wrapped around each other while they slept—which he knew it wouldn’t—then he was going to get his fill of her before they left his car.
With a muttered curse, he lifted himself off her. Damn, he wasn’t a young man anymore. Who’d have thought that at thirty-eight he’d still be able to contort himself enough to fuck a woman to a screaming orgasm in the back of his car? Granted the car was certainly an upgrade from anything he had back in the day, but still. He’d be paying for this tomorrow.
With a huge fuckin’ grin on his face.
Kristin lay sprawled on the seat, eyes closed and a satiated smile on her flushed face. While she reveled in the afterglow, he slid two fingers into her soaked channel. Her eyes flew open and a loud gasp flew from her. “Holy shit,” she whispered. “What are you doing?”
“No way in hell are we finished, babe.” She was completely drenched with the combination of their cum. He curled his fingers, pressing the spot that had her arching into his hand with a whimper. “And while I may need a minute to recover before I can slide back into you, you don’t. Keep your eyes open.”
“Oh, God.” She did as he asked and kept her gorgeous eyes on him.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yes. No! I don’t know. Just don’t stop.”
He wanted to kiss her, wanted to be further connected to her as he drove her up again, but then he wouldn’t have the pleasure of watching her climb.
And it was a fuckin’ pleasure.
Chest and face glowing, she gripped the edge of the seat with one hand and the seatbelt with the other, as though she needed an anchor to reality. Her hips rocked, riding his hand and helping to create the perfect friction.
He loved that she wasn’t shy about taking what she wanted. Not like this. Not when it was just the two of them. Need for him outweighed her bashful nature. This was a woman who loved touch, loved physical intimacy, loved to come.
“I’m close,” she said on a gasp as he worked her with two fingers. Her hips jerked faster, and her eyelids fluttered closed as though she lost the battle to keep them open. He allowed it, too enraptured to care.
With his free hand, he lifted her leg off the seat and ran his tongue along the back of her knee. The unexpected sensation was enough to catapult her over the edge. Her back arched, breasts high and enticing, then she squeezed her eyes tight as she came on a wail.
There wasn’t anything in the world more beautiful than watching an orgasm rip through this woman. She gave herself to it fully, basking in every second. Even though it had only been a few minutes and he for damn sure wasn’t a man in his twenties, he was rock hard and ready to go again just from watching the show.
He scooped her up and positioned her over his lap, sliding into her with ease. Just inches from his, her eyes widened, and her mouth formed an adorable O shape.
“One more, baby,” he said.
“Shit,” she whispered, sounding sleepy and satisfied. “I’m not sure I have it in me.”
He snorted. She had at least that much in her; he’d put money on it. He slid his hand into the long locks of her hair and guided her mouth toward his. “I need you now,” he said.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Now.” She nodded a fraction of a second before her lips parted and she accepted his kiss. At first, she rode him gently, the soft kiss matching the pace of their lovemaking. But quickly, the fire burned out of control once again. The kiss grew hungrier, tongues clashing, lips pressed together as though trying to permanently fuse and she ground against him with a renewed burst of energy.
She tore her mouth away, sucking in huge gulps of air. Giving in to the madness, she allowed her head to fall back. The end of her hair tickled his thighs and her breasts thrust toward him in an open invitation he’d never decline.
“So good, so good,” she chanted, again and again, riding him like he was a wild stallion and she a brave adventurer.
There was nothing better in this world than where he was and what he was doing in that moment. Lost in her wet heat, the softness of her plump breast filling his mouth, her cries of joy reaching his ears.
As he raced toward what would no doubt be a devastating orgasm, he was again struck by the magnitude of all he’d been missing out on.