Chapter 30

Lawson

Her lips are on mine before I can consider that honesty is the best aphrodisiac for women.

My first thought is to push her away, but at the end of the day I’m not a saint, so I kiss her back. I let the warmth of her tongue sweep over mine, and I offer her mine in exchange. In amazing contradiction, a sheen of sweat and goosebumps trail down my spine and branch out all over my body.

My cock, pressing against the denim of my jeans, having been hard since she agreed to talk, throbs in need of attention. The sound of coins clanging echoes around the cab of the truck as she flips up the console and tugs me closer to her.

We’re in dangerous territory. I’d wanted to be alone with her. Wanted the chance to talk without interruption, but the way her lips are gliding over mine will only lead to one thing, and talking isn’t it.

She’s not quite straddling me, but her chest is pressed against mine, and the contact is beyond amazing. “Delilah.”

I pull my head back but don’t loosen my arms. They managed to find their way around her back, one hand resting dangerously low near her ass.

“Missed you, too,” she whispers.

For the first time since I saw her yesterday, I see sincerity in her eyes. It’s brief, only lasting a couple of seconds, but my heart soars at the possibility of what it could mean.

“Princess.”

Her mouth hits mine again, and rather than push her away, my fingers dig in harder and pull her closer.

The heat between her thighs burns my cock as she shifts her weight to straddle me.

“Fuck,” I groan.

Her hips rotate as she grinds down on me. Jesus, the tell-tale tingle is already present in my underused balls.

“Slow down,” I urge.

With a mischievous grin, she swivels her hips in the slowest, most delicious circle. I grip her hips, but I’m no fool. My hands may be on her body, but I haven’t made any real effort to make her stop. I’m powerless against her, against the situation I’ve envisioned while I stroked myself off in the shower, her name on my lips for the last two years.

If I concentrate hard enough, I can still feel the warmth of her pussy as it constricts around my finger. Can still feel the swipe of her tongue over the tip of my cock.

I squeeze my eyes shut, doing my best to stave off the orgasm that’s churning with hurricane strength force in my nuts.

When I open them, Delilah has her shirt pulled up and both cups of her bra tugged down. Her perfectly round, pink-tipped breasts are mere inches from my mouth. Saliva pools as if I’m a hungry dog tempted with a T-bone steak.

Tilting my head back, I look in her eyes. Having dreamed of this moment, I don’t want to give in, but I only have so much strength.

Lips parted, her breath ghosts out in uneven pants. She leans in, placing the puckered tip of her breast on my bottom lip, in similar fashion to the way I rested my cock on hers back in New Mexico. I want to shake my head to clear out thoughts of how epically I fucked that up, but doing so would break the contact with her perfect skin. That sacrifice isn’t one I’m strong enough to make.

I don’t waste time. I don’t give her breast a gentle swipe of my tongue. I wrap my lips around it and suck like I’ll never be offered it again. She whimpers, squirming once again as I draw her puckered flesh deeper. When her fingers get lost in my hair, I’m lost in her. I disappear into her scent, into the glorious taste of her warm skin. I’m entranced by the irregular breaths leaving her lungs. I’m adrift in the sound of her erratic heartbeat, or is it mine that’s reverberating around us?

The pressure surrounding my cock is relieved. So much so, that I have to look down to see if I’ve just busted a nut in my jeans. It nearly comes to fruition when I look down and see her small hands gloriously wrapped around my cock.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss as her black skirt clears her thighs and her bright pink panties are revealed.

“Feel good?” she asks, swiping the tip of my cock at the wet line on the pink fabric.

“Too good,” I hiss.

“What about this?”

My mouth, once flooded, now runs dry as I watch her pull her panties to the side and use my cock to stroke that perfect bundle of nerves. I’ve felt that sensitive flesh on the tips of my fingers, but fuck me sideways if it does any justice to what she’s doing right now.

I’m concentrating so hard on the sight of her skin against mine, that I don’t even notice that she’s produced a condom until she caps the end of my dick with it.

“Delilah,” I groan but don’t make a move to stop her.

“Lawson,” she mimics.

“I can’t tell you no.”

My mind is screaming for me to put an end to this, but my grip holds tight to her hips, even helping her as she situates me at her entrance.

“Then don’t,” she pants against my lips as she slides down my cock.

We moan in unison when she seats herself fully and begins to rise.

“Help me,” she begs.

Holding her against my chest with one hand, I use my other to push my jeans down to the floorboard. I gain the leverage I need with my thighs no longer being restricted and press into her as she sinks down.

I hold her up, easing into her and retreating in the most delicious way. I opt for slow, hoping to have the lasting power to take her over the edge with me, but she wants nothing to do with slow. I want romance, to make love to her. The look in her eyes tells me she needs to be fucked. She needs to be taken in the filthiest way possible. Being in the truck and not a bed covered in rose petals dictates that she gets what she’s searching for.

We move in sync with each other, her forcing herself down as I pound up. The brutality of it is also beautiful in its own right.

“Fuck me like a filthy slut,” she hisses when I pull her down, thrusting deeper. “I’m your dirty girl.”

God help me, I wish I could stop the train that’s barreling down my spine ninety to nothing as she throws the words that ruined us years ago in my face. I squeeze my eyes shut, a feeble attempt to gain some control, but lose the battle. Her words, even as bitter as they sound, send me straight over the edge and fuck if that first pulse of my cock isn’t the heaven I’ve always imagined it would be.

“Fuck, fuck,” I hiss. “Too soon.”

Somehow still cognizant, I lick my thumb and swipe it repeatedly over her clit as I fuck her through my orgasm.

“Yes,” she moans before she clenches around me.

The rhythmic clenching of her core around me is enough to keep me thick inside of her. When I can focus on something other than her flushed cheeks, I notice the condensation from our breaths covering the windows. If people weren’t able to determine what we’ve been up to by the rocking of the truck, the windows would be a dead giveaway.

“I’ve never,” she says, the look on her face almost worshipping. Shaking her head, she just stares down at me. “It’s never been like that before.”

I smile up at her, reaching up to brush my lips against hers. “You deserve more than this fucking truck.”

“I figured it would’ve lasted longer with your sexual prowess and all.” I’m unable to tell if she’s joking or not.

“I haven’t come with a girl present since before my mother passed away,” I confess.

An emotion I can’t distinguish marks her face as her brows draw together. The brief tremble in her lower lip makes my heart clench. It’s gone as quickly as it showed up.

She looks down as she slides off my still semi-engorged cock.

“Looks like I still managed to get your seat wet, even without bringing a cup of coffee in here.”

I don’t bother to look down. I can feel the evidence of her orgasm pooling below me on the seat. My truck is going to smell like her for a long time to come, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to climbing inside and letting the scent settle in my lungs every day.

“Let me help you,” I say and grip her hips before she can move away fully. Leaning over, I flip open the glove compartment and pull out a few napkins stashed there from random fast food places.

When she trembles against my hand at the contact, I swear I’m ready to take her again. My eyes meet hers, and I immediately know whatever moment we just shared has come to an abrupt end.

“Thanks.” Her tone is flat as she repositions her panties and once again conceals her perfect little pussy. Next, she’s back on her side of the truck and covering her breasts. I mourn the loss as I tug the condom free and wrap the napkin I used on her around it.

“Well, that was awesome.” I look around my truck for some place to stash the evidence as she uses the visor mirror to put more lip gloss on.

“It was okay,” she says absently, smacking her lips and refusing to look my way.

Anger at her unwillingness to acknowledge how great we were together when only moments ago she was quivering around me during her release pisses me off. I jam the trash in the cup holder in the driver’s door and turn to glare at her.

“Excuse me?”

I clench the steering wheel as I fight the urge to grab her chin and force her to look at me.

“I mean,” she begins, still looking down at her clothes. “Most guys don’t fuck me in a truck. I at least get a bed.”

My eyes nearly bulge out of my head at her words.

“You jumped me. You took my cock out. You rolled that rubber down my dick and sat on it like it was yours.” I put the truck in reverse and back out without even checking my surroundings. When I pull out far enough, grateful to not have run over some kid or hit a guy unloading on the boat ramp, I put it in drive and peel out heading toward the main road. “Don’t regret your actions now, Princess.”