What kind of guy could ignore that kind of information? I mean, seriously.
There’s a lesser-known entrance to one of the wilderness areas in Revere Lake, one that backs up on the lake but isn’t typically used for recreation. The parking lot there holds only a car or two, and when you’re parked there, you’re not visible from the road.
We won’t get caught. It’s a weeknight, the truck is black, and this entrance isn’t used much. Which is a good thing. We have kids at home. Neither of us wants our kids to have to attend Revere Lake High School under the shameful banner of being the child of people caught doing the deed in a pickup truck at the edge of the Revere Lake Forest Area.
That said, we could get caught, and we both know it. The knowledge is like a hand cupped around my balls. And I can tell she’s hyperaware of it, too, because when I brush her long hair back from her face, she whimpers at the touch of fingertips on blond strands, telling me how primed she is for me.
I kiss her cheek—as smooth as satin—the whorls of her ear, the edge of her jaw, the long line of her throat, her collarbone, until my fingertips find the top edge of her dress, and oh my God her tits are so fucking soft…
“I could live here,” I say reverently, my lips and nose against the curve of her breast, and she laughs, then jerks away suddenly.
“What was that?” she asks, and I can feel her heart pick up.
I’d seen it, too, the flash of lights from a car on the road.
“What, worried someone will see?” I tease. I cup her head, draw her close to me, kiss her. Just the touch of mouth to mouth, then a slow, tentative exploration, my tongue seeking and finding ways to give her pleasure. Her lips nip mine, her hands tug on my shirt and hair. She jerks my shirt out of my waistband so she can slide her hands under it while I kiss her deeper, longer, fiercer. I want to know every sound she makes. I want her to make sounds she’s never made before.
The headlights pass, illuminating the interior of the truck just enough to show me the haze of desire in her eyes, then head off down the road.
“We could get caught,” she whispers.
“Mmm-hmm. We could.”
She shivers.
“You like that.”
“Yeah.”
Jesus. “C’mere,” I say, and she climbs over the central console, straddling me. She reaches between us, unbuckles my belt, fumbles with my zipper. I push her hands out of the way. She lifts up and gives me access, and I free myself. My dick juts up between us, and she wriggles close, rubbing herself on me. I can feel how wet she is, soaking through the thin lace of her panties.
“Condom,” she demands breathily.
“Foreplay,” I remind her.
“I want you. Now. Tonight.”
I almost lose it. I have to summon all of my willpower. It has been worn thin by weeks of teasing each other, but we’ve made it this far and have only a few more days to go. I want the chance to make love to her slowly, carefully, luxuriously, on a hotel bed, for as long and as many times as I want. I want to make sure she has no regrets and no reason to distrust things between us.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“I think I have one in my pur—”
I cut off her words with a deep kiss, reaching between us to tug her lacy panties to the side so I can ease my erection along the slick seam of her sex. My dick skates across her swollen clit.
“Ohhhhhhh.”
“Like that?”
“I’d like it better if—”
I kiss her again, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, and she moans, shifting her hips against my hardness. She’s so wet we can hear that juicy slide in the quiet cab.
“I can hear how wet you are. I can hear how much you want it.”
Her head falls back and she grinds herself against me again. Her clit’s so ripe I can feel it against me, distinct, and I’m suddenly right at the edge. It’s her, the sound and scent and feel of her, her moans and her enthusiasm and how much fun I’ve had tonight with her, and for a second I’m convinced I’m going to go over before she does, but then she grabs my arms and cries out, humping me almost violently, wracking her body against mine, calling my name, squeezing my thighs between hers, and biting my shoulder hard enough to hurt.
I think it’s the teeth that do me in, in the end. I have just enough presence of mind to drop my palm over the head of my dick so I don’t coat us both in semen, even though some primitive part of me wants to—
“I want to come all over you,” I say helplessly, as I manage not to stripe her.
“Another day,” she says breathlessly, still jerking against me, all out of rhythm now, her face wide open with surprised pleasure.
“Is there anything that shocks you?” I demand, coming down off the blissful wringing high.
She shakes her head.
I lean across her to the glove box, find the wipes I keep there, clean myself up.
She watches, eyes soft. “Sawyer,” she whispers.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I feel empty inside.”
“Oh, Jesus, Elle.”
“Put your fingers in.”
What’s a guy supposed to do? I oblige, of course. She’s still coming, still pulsing. Her hand tangles with mine, her fingers on her clit.
“God, Elle, you make me crazy.”
She makes herself come again while I work my fingers inside her, curling them against her g-spot, my other hand tucking into the edge of her dress and bra to tease her nipple.
When she’s done thrashing, she sighs and leans her head against my shoulder.
A wave of tenderness sweeps through me, and I gather her as tight as I can to me. She rests her cheek against my chest and her arms come tight around me. Neither of us says anything, but I think we’re both feeling it, the intensity of the connection and something else, a giddy hopefulness.
We stay there a few minutes, and then it takes a while to get us untangled and cleaned up. Her dress hasn’t escaped entirely unscathed. Which makes me perversely happy.
“Does that count?” I ask her, once we’re all tidy and tucked in and I’ve started the engine.
“As?”
“As sex in a truck?”
She laughs. “Yeah. Hey. You never told me what your favorite fantasy was now that you fucked someone against a wall.”
I love the word fucked in her mouth. I love the unfolding boldness of her.
I back out of our parking space, then turn to her, leaning close.
“Getting a girl off twice in a row,” I murmur against her cheek, and can feel her shake with laughter.