Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Skye, you feel so damn good,” he murmurs and then we’re back to kissing as we grind on each other.
“So do you,” I mumble around his tongue.
We keep up with the dry humping, and the pressure between my thighs continues to build. His hand moves back to my breast and he rolls my nipple between his fingers in time with the shift of his hips.
I’m one of those gloriously fortunate women who can come without a lot of hard work. I don’t need all the internal, external direct contact and multiple points of stimulation to get off. I just need the right combination of attraction and friction and I’m good to go. It’s a goddamn blessing.
“Don’t stop what you’re doing.” I push down on his ass for a little extra friction. My toes curl as sensation funnels and spirals out, lighting all my nerve endings up like fireworks on the fourth of July. I make random, nonsensical sounds, followed by, “Oh my God, yes.” I slap his ass. “Fuck, that’s it. My pussy is so damn wet.”
My eyes pop open to find Sidney’s face hovering above mine, his gaze hot with desire and his lip curled up in a devilish smirk. “Are you coming?”
“What would give you that idea?” I moan-ask.
And suddenly the pressure below my waist is gone. I make a plaintive, annoyed sound and roll my hips against nothing. Sidney shifts so he’s kneeling on the floor of the truck and pops the button on my jeans. “Is this okay?” He pauses with his fingers on the zipper.
“I would love it if you would stick your hand down my pants.”
He tugs the zipper down and his fingers dip under the waistband of my panties before easing in further. I jolt and moan when he grazes my clit. And then he eases a single finger inside and I experience a full body kegel as the orgasm fires back up all over again.
Sidney curls his finger. “I need to get you naked in a bed.”
I attempt to express my agreement, but it dissolves into another moan. Eventually, the orgasm tapers off and I lie there, breathing like I’ve run a marathon, sated and mostly boneless.
I run my hand down his chest when he comes in for another fervent kiss and cup him through the front of his pants. His eyes flutter closed and his mouth drops open.
“You should sit back so I can take care of you.”
I don’t have to ask twice. Sidney folds back on his knees and hits his head on the roof of the truck. He adjusts his position and settles on the seat. I unfasten his belt, struggling a little in my zeal to get into his pants. Excitement and nerves fuse as I pull the zipper down. He feels ample through the barrier of his jeans, so I’m crossing my nipples and my vagina lips that his pants package is as delightful as the rest of him.
He’s wearing boxer briefs with a hockey pattern on them. I slip my finger under the waistband and hold my breath as I graze the tip with my finger. I glance up for a moment, appreciating the intense, heated expression on Sidney’s face, his gaze trained on my hand as I slide it into his boxer briefs and travel the generous length of his erection with my fingertips. His eyes flutter closed and his head falls back against the seat.
“Fuck yes,” he groans.
I take a moment to truly appreciate this deliciously hot man, whose ample erection I’m holding in my hand. While he basks in the rapture of having someone else take care of his pleasure needs, I free his cock from his boxers and check out the goods.
“Hell to the yes,” I mutter as I take him in.
He has what I would affectionately refer to as a boyfriend dick. Pleasing in both length and girth, with a thick head and a slight curve that will most definitely hit the internal orgasm button when he’s thrusting away.
I stroke the length of him, my thumb sweeping over the head before I reverse the circuit.
“Your hands are so fucking soft,” he murmurs.
Which is the moment someone knocks on the driver’s side window and shines a flashlight into the truck.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SHIT, TIMES TEN
Sidney
One second Skye’s soft, warm hand is wrapped around my cock and the next she’s all the way on the other side of the bench seat. “Oh shit. Is that a cop?” She tosses me my shirt. “Oh God. What if we get an indecent exposure charge? What the hell were we thinking? We’re acting like teenagers.” She rearranges her shirt and buttons up her jeans.
“Roll down your window.” The police officer orders while tapping on the glass.
I fish my keys out of my pocket and lean over the center console so I can slide them into the ignition.