Chapter Eight

Evelyn

 

Holy shit, what did I just do?

I pulled back quickly from the kiss I’d planted on James’s cheek. The stubble from his skin on my lips tickled, leaving me with an anxiousness that settled deep in my chest.

“I-uh, I just thought you needed that,” I stammered, trying to downplay my excitement.

James continued to stand there, just looking at me with those blue bedroom eyes. A wicked grin rolled onto his face, and I wasn’t prepared for whatever he was going to say, or do. My body was tingling, my breasts ached, and I knew that I was helpless against his charms.

I had to get out of there, to run, pretend it never happened, maybe even send him a lawyer from my parents firm in New York, never to show my face again.

I slid from the truck, my feet on the side rail, and realized there was little room between James and myself. His warmth radiated from his body to mine; his breathing became music to my ears.

“What I need is this,” he said, his voice dripping like honey from his lips.

A look of hunger came over him as his big hands gripped the small of my waist. Before I could speak, move, or even breathe, his lips were on mine, hard, passionate, and hungry.

I thought I would pull away, that I would slap him for coming on so strong, but I didn’t. I melted into his strong arms, gripping my hands around his shoulders to press into him without fear of falling from the tall truck.

The world disappeared, the bad night at the auction, the fact that he was my client, and even the fact that we were outside under the moonlight where the sky tried to hide even that with large black clouds.

Our mouths separated, our eyes locked, and without words, we knew what the other wanted. James made his intentions clear with his mouth sucking at the soft skin of my neck, and I made mine clear with my hands sliding under his shirt to feel the ripple of the strong abs I’d dreamt about night after night.

My tongue glided across his neck, tickled by the stubble, and gaining my first taste of his salty skin. His hands gripped me tightly, hoisting me back onto the seat of the truck. I was leaning into him, unwilling to give up on the taste on my tongue.

Our bodies pressed tightly together, my legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close. The hardness of his erection ground against my jeans, teasing my pussy as his mouth teased my breasts from over my t-shirt.

My hands worked his shirt buttons open as our mouths found one another once more. His chest was hard, sculpted as if by an artist, and suddenly all I wanted was to feel what I knew would be his finest masterpiece inside of me.

My t-shirt lifted above my breasts, and I leaned back to allow it to be removed and tossed onto the seat of the truck. James effortlessly unsnapped my bra while his mouth continued to explore my exposed flesh. The loosened bar hung from my breasts, allowing the cool air of the night to brush against my hardened nipples. I moaned, unintentionally, causing James to immediately work his mouth to mine.

My back arched as the pressure of his hand guided me backward onto the seat. The leather was cool against my flesh, the interior of the cab dimly lit and an LED screen lit up with the temperature and the time. I moaned again, his mouth moving to my breasts, sucking at my nipples and gently flicking the sensitive flesh with his tongue. Another moan escaped my lips as his tongue slid down my belly, past my navel, and teased the hidden flesh just beneath the metal button on my jeans.

“I have to taste you,” he breathed.

Oh God, please, please taste me. I moaned again, this time louder, my fingers gripping his shoulders, pulling him towards me as he continued to pull downward between my legs.

My boots were removed carefully, placed on the floorboard of the truck. My jeans were unfastened, his tongue still teasing me, only flicking beneath the denim of my jeans in small circles as they were slowly removed.

My panties clung to my warm, moist skin as James slid his tongue against my flesh, carefully tracing the hem of the silk. I wanted to look up, to see his beautifully hungry blue eyes, but I stared at the temperature flashing in red on the screen instead. I knew I was blushing. I could feel the heat stirring on my cheeks.

A finger slid between me and the silk of my panties, gliding in the slick of my arousal through the plump of my pussy until it was inside me.

Everything was happening so fast but felt as if it were in slow motion, as if the world was standing still, waiting for us to get to know each other so intimately.

I arched towards him, my hips rocking onto his finger and let out moan after moan. Soon, my panties were removed; a finger replaced with a warm tongue, and my body was shaking with pleasure as I cried out into the night.

My fingers dug into muscular flesh as I pulled myself towards him. He worked quickly unfastening his belt, his buttons, and then reached into the glove compartment of the truck while the shape of his hardened cock glistened in the moonlight. My mouth watered as I watched him skillfully unwrap and apply the condom he found tucked between papers, cigars, and other useless items.

Our eyes met, for the first time since we’d gotten lost in our passion, leaving me breathless as his hands pulled me from the truck by my waist. My legs wrapped around him as he lifted me into his arms high on his chest, his cock teasing my clit as it pushed against the swollen nub that already began to throb.

Slowly, he guided me onto him, his manhood spreading its way into my body, my weight sending him deeper and deeper until I knew he could go no further.

I barely clasped my arms around his strong shoulders as he effortlessly lifted and dropped me onto him, groans of pleasure rolling from his lips with each stroke. Our eyes remained locked until my orgasm took hold of me, sending my eyes shut, my head back, and my body convulsing around his.

The motion of our passion slowed as he let out a groan and his cock pulsed hard against my quivering flesh.

I hadn’t even realized it started to rain, both of us soaked and still clinging together. Reality set in quickly as to what I’d done. I slid from James’s strong arms, quickly dressed, and rushed towards my car. Before I could leave, a grip on my arm spun me around. James pressed his lips to mine once more before letting me go, leaving me with the image of him standing in the rain with his skin glistening against the moonlight.