26

Fantasies Fulfilled . . . Kind Of

Jack had Mari’s delicately curved body draped all down the front of his, and even in the limited space, she felt amazing.

She shifted against him and made a sound. It wasn’t a moan—Mari wasn’t a moaner. Mostly, she made these tiny sounds in the back of her throat, changes in the way she breathed. They’d only messed around a few times but he was already starting to sense patterns in her noises that told him when to lighten his touch, when to go deeper. Easy as following tracks in fresh snow.

Goddamn, but this was easier now that she wasn’t wearing pants.

He liked the position, too, except that he was getting all worked up from being able to watch what his hand was doing to her. His other arm was hugged tight across her waist, keeping her securely on the narrow seat. At least until Mari took his wrist and moved his palm up, unambiguously, to her breast. Jack made a sound. It might have been a moan. Damn, he hadn’t known he was a moaner.

That made her make a louder sound. Shit, by the end of this, they were both gonna be moaners.

She was so fucking wet. He had no idea women could get this wet, and it did something crazy down deep in the base of his skull. His hips kept rolling against her back, twitching forward when he wasn’t paying enough attention to keep still.

Mari arched her back and reached behind herself to pop his pants open.

“Hey,” he rumbled. “I’m fine. Just lay back and let me take care of you.”

“I’m just giving you a little more room. It’s got to hurt.”

It did hurt. The confines of his now-too-tight jeans, not to mention the door handle digging a bruise into his spine. But Jack was used to pain, and it wasn’t much penance at all to pay for having an armful of mostly naked Mari.

“Ain’t nothing,” he said, but she opened his zipper for him anyway.

“Let me know if I’m crushing you.”

His cock was free. Swollen as all hell and rubbing against her back with only a thin layer of cotton boxers between them. “Uh-huh,” he tried to say, his throat all tight and scratchy. Sweet God, that felt like heaven. He loved fooling around in trucks. He loved her.

He blinked and stopped moving at the thought, the way it’d just snuck up on him like that. But then Mari curled her hips, rubbing restlessly against his palm in a mute protest at his sudden lack of movement. He went back to exploring which parts of her were soft, and which were slick, and which made her shiver when he brushed a fingertip across them. He was just working out a rhythm of pressing and slowly circling when a spasm jerked through her and her legs clamped closed around his hand.

She wasn’t a screamer any more than a moaner. When she finished off, she just got real, real quiet and stiff, and he was learning if he got quiet along with her, he could almost feel the pleasure bolting through her nerves.

He hugged her into him, his hand drifting to her silky inner thigh when she relaxed again. Kissed her head two or three times, because he really, really liked it that she let him do that for her. Especially when she wasn’t wearing pants.

She shifted, hitching herself a little higher up in his lap, which just rubbed on his too-sensitive cock, and he bit back a groan.

“I want to hold you,” she whispered. “Inside me. Would that be okay?”

He blinked, trying to sort out the words she just said. “Uh . . . what?”

She reached around behind herself and gave his shaft a squeeze, like this was something they’d done a hundred times. “We don’t have to do anything. Move or anything. I know you’re worried about that. I just . . . want to feel you.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you.”

She laughed gently and turned onto her side, nipping a little playfully at his pectoral muscle. “I’m so wet right now I’m pretty sure nothing could hurt me.”

He couldn’t breathe. Wasn’t sure he wanted to. “Don’t have a rubber.”

“I do. No glove, no love, remember?”

He chuckled, remembering their conversation about gloves and tortoises.

Mari pulled his head down and kissed him, then caught his eyes from so close that it felt private, safe to talk about anything. “We can stop if you’re worried. I only want to know what it would be like. Just for a minute.”

He could feel one of her nipples brushing his chest, and she was so pretty, her eyes so earnest. “Uh . . . uh-huh. Yeah, all right.”

She answered his stuttering, grunted answer with a brilliant grin, and crawled out of his lap and across the seat to dig in her purse. He was so distracted by the view he almost forgot to toe off his shoes and shimmy out of his jeans. After a second, he shoved off his boxers, too. It was nearly dark out, but getting naked still set his heart to pounding. That, or maybe it was the shadowed desert spreading out around them, the steering wheel that kept barking at his elbow.

In his fantasies, they were usually in traffic, with people all around who could see what the woman in his car was doing to him. But this was better. The impulsive, adolescent nature of making out in a truck in the middle of nowhere. The way the narrow truck seat seemed reckless and experimental: like trying out what felt good was all that mattered and not as if he needed to perform some three-part symphony of a seduction.

He half smiled. “Wait, you brought condoms?”

“Bought some last week.” She threw a laughing glance at him before she went back to digging in her purse. “Then had to go back and exchange them, because I wasn’t entirely sure you were going to fit in the size of the first batch.” She procured a foil package and scooted back into his lap. “First time I’ve ever gotten turned on by running errands.”

He laughed, taking the condom. “You serious?”

“Dead.” She passed him a small plastic bottle of lube and gave a happy little shimmy in his lap. “Buying a different size was kind of fun.”

A laugh rumbled deep in his throat at her gleeful reaction.

This was usually the point where his excitement started to wane in response to the nerves about getting to the sex itself. But with her so near and the vanilla scent of her smoothing the air, his cock was so hard it hurt to even roll the condom over his swollen tip. He wiped his palm on his leg, the lube leaving a slick spot. Then he scooped her back into his lap.

The additional weight made his neck kink and the truck door dig even harder into his back, but his dick was between her legs now, prodding at a place that made his heart pound in his ears. He didn’t want to fuck this up, didn’t want to spoil how perfect this night had been.

“Just put it in so you can feel me, right? Because I’m not much good at everything that comes after that.”

“Nothing else unless you want to,” she said. “But if you get any dirty ideas you want to try, just let me know.” She turned her head and kissed his neck, and he could feel her smiling. He chuckled again. She was a strange woman, but if she wanted him just to put it in, he’d try. Couldn’t drive him any more out of his mind than he already was. He positioned himself and nudged inside, having to put a little force behind the thrust to make it work. Her breath hissed out and she wiggled, tipping her hips up and then back.

“Can I flip over?”

“Uh-huh, but, Mari, if it hurts—”

She pulled away and laid a finger over his lips when she turned in his lap. She was smiling, though, her eyes twinkling. “Don’t even take away my birthday right now. I’m just fine.” Her voice was light and teasing, and when she took hold of his erection, his hips twitched and yearned upward. She shifted and urged him flat on his back on the seat. His back eased in a happy rush at the change.

She braced one knee in the crease of the seat beside him. To fit, she had to drop her other foot to the floor of the truck. It was an odd position, but she didn’t seem to mind, and as soon as the tip of his dick felt the slick warmth of her, he didn’t mind, either.

She started to sink down on him, wiggling a little until she got the right angle. Her forehead creased and her eyes squeezed shut. She braced one hand on his shoulder and he caught her hips. “Mari, don’t if—”

“It doesn’t hurt,” she gasped, taking a little more of him. “It feels . . . I really don’t know if I could explain it to a man. It’s a lot. But a really . . . good lot.”

He held very still, uncertain and slightly unnerved by how great it felt. One inch at a time, he sank into the heat of her, the tight clasp slick and . . . safe? That was crazy. His sex brain was getting unhinged. But it really did feel like that, like they were hiding together someplace nice and he didn’t ever want to be found.

The creases in her forehead had given way to soft sighs and a strange look that he liked very much. He flexed his legs, just enough to bump up into her, and she gasped and then grinned. “Almost there,” she whispered, and gave a quiet squeeze that he felt all along his length.

Jesus.

His thumbs rubbed at the creases of her hips, holding her so she didn’t have to keep her whole weight on her legs as she adjusted. When she slid the last part of the way, it felt so good his eyes fell closed. Don’t move, he reminded himself. She just wanted to feel it. That’s it.

He could feel it, all right. Feel every beat of his heart pulsing blood up through his erection. Feel how tight she was all around him. Feel that, even now, without his fingers strumming at her, she was wet as fucking hell. She gave a quick squeeze, clenching deliciously around him. Sweat broke out across his forehead.

Maybe he’d just never had it so slow before, so he could concentrate on every little thing, but he couldn’t remember sex ever feeling this . . . fancy? That wasn’t the right word, but he couldn’t think of a better one at the moment.

“You okay?” His voice came out sounding hoarse.

Somehow, their eyes came open at the same time and hers looked dreamy, almost startled. She smiled at him. Just a little, but it was enough.

She shrugged off her open shirt, untangled the straps of her bra. The fabric tickled his knee as it slipped onto the floor of his truck. She leaned forward, and he stole a kiss before she gasped against his mouth and flexed around his cock all at the same time.

“Ooh, that angle is . . .” She moved and his arousal pressed deeper, into a place that made her breath flutter and his speed up.

“Is this all right?” Mari whispered. “Should I stay still?”

“God, no,” he growled, then remembered himself. This was her experiment, not his. “Can move however you want, if you like that.”

He clamped his teeth shut, fighting against the instinct to thrust. Wasn’t no point in rutting away. Nothing good ever came of it anyhow. This was just about her. And she was shifting around, tiny sounds falling from her lips whenever she found a particularly good angle. He could watch her like this all day. He could tell he wasn’t hurting her; maybe because she was in control, or just because she was so worked up from all their playing. Hell, she seemed to be kinda . . . enjoying herself.

Slowly, her little movements evolved into a jerky kind of rhythm as she found a place that felt good to her and kept coming back to it. Even those small up and downs were shivering pleasure all up and down his shaft, and a groan wound tight and silent in his chest. Fuck, at this rate he wasn’t going to be able to drive back to town without staggering out in the desert and having a private moment first.

Her hand laid against his jaw and her hazy eyes came open again. “This okay?”

He nodded. “Like watching you. Like you—” He didn’t know how to say it without sounding crude.

Jack liked her using his dick to make herself feel good. Fucking loved it, actually, but it didn’t seem like the kind of thing you should say to a woman.

Her nails curled against his chest, steadying herself as she bucked backward. She kept thrusting herself onto him, going for this one little spot that made her twitch and clench when she found it. The next time she tried, he clenched his ass, presenting his cock even more fully. She squeaked and quivered, and triumph burst deep inside his chest. One of his legs slipped off the seat and he used it for leverage, pushing the heel of his foot against the floor so he could arch upward. Not far—just an inch or two. But it seemed like it was enough because Mari’s rhythm had sped up.

She was moving faster and jerkier, his movements combined with hers seeming to work just right for whatever she was trying to do. He loved the unconscious clench and flex of her muscles as she chased that elusive feeling, her lower lip disappearing between her teeth as her eyes closed and brow furrowed and she worked her hips over him. His cock was getting wet, sliding in and out of her when she rocked now, and he caught himself watching that, too.

That seemed too personal to stare at, so he closed his eyes and just got lost in the feeling of her. The swell of her hips under his hands and her soft, nice skin, and how crazy lucky he was that she’d picked him to do this with. But now she was starting to rock so quickly he had to stop moving and just brace, his abs flexed and dick thrust up while she lifted and then shoved herself back toward the root of him in a quick, frustrated little—ah. There.

He felt it when she started to peak. The rush of heat and the waves of clench and release, massaging him now that he was inside, locking the swollen head of his cock deep inside her with this crazy tension that felt like . . . damn. She wasn’t quite finished yet but he was starting to quake and he needed to, needed—

“Mari, can I move, will I hurt you—”

She made a sound and thrust herself down even more tightly on him.

“Yes,” she gasped, the word so tattered he barely recognized it, but her nails were biting his chest and the sweet sting of pain just—his hips burst upward in a frenzy of movement. He surged all the way to sitting, his arms locking around her waist and face hidden in her neck, one foot on the floor slammed down so he could rail up with all the power in his body. Hammering into her as the friction went from slow and slick and tiny movements to long, mind-bending thrusts and then nothing but heat.

He yelled. Incoherent and loud, into her neck as he held on to her and came and came and came, his cock shooting so hard his body trembled all the way down to his toes.

“Fuck—bas—damn—” He started to curse, then swallowed the ugly words down so they wouldn’t get all over her. His mind kept convulsing in bright, fisting knots of pleasure even after he stopped babbling out any sounds in response to them. When it slowed, he found himself hugging Mari and shaking, while her lips left small kisses at his temple.

Her neck was damp and he didn’t know if it was sweat or if his eyes had maybe been watering from the force of all of it. He wiped a hand quickly over her skin before she noticed, shoving his knuckles across his eyes when he pulled away.

“I’m okay,” she said before he could speak. “When you started to move, it felt crazy good, and I think I came twice instead of once.” She grinned, then laughed. “I’ve never said that word out loud before.” She snorted, then laughed some more. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why that’s so funny right now.”

He chuckled, too, just because he felt all light and spinny, and damn it, he felt like laughing. He felt like lying down and dying happy and also drinking about a gallon of water. “Dang. You thirsty?”

“Are you kidding? God yes. I think I brought something.” She turned, and they both hissed at how that jarred him where he was still inside her.

There was a little fumbling then, for him to pull out and her to get to her purse, and him to tie off the condom and ditch it out the door. He glanced at her, feeling guilty for littering but having no God’s honest idea what to put the used thing in to get it back to town. Sure as fuck wasn’t going in his jeans pocket.

Mari passed him a water bottle. “I won’t tell Captain Planet if you won’t.”

He meant to talk to her, tell her he hadn’t meant to go for full-on sex, ask if that was as amazing for her as it was for him. Figure out a way to find out if she’d ever felt that before, because what the holy shit?

But instead, he snickered at her Captain Planet joke, and then a snort escaped, and then he started to really laugh. And just kept on going because it was a good day, and laughing felt fan-fucking-tastic.