of windows that simply rolled down?
The driver’s door opened and she jumped. A small shopping bag slid across the seat, followed by the soon-to-be wearer of said purchase. Gone was the button-down shirt, tossed into the backseat of the crew cab in one fluid motion. That left a white t-shirt that hugged some fine biceps. So round and hard, they begged to be touched. Same with his hair. After last night’s encounter in the alley, she knew it was soft and thick. And his smile, that perfect mouth and what it could do… Now she had damp panties to go with her sweaty body and tangled nerves.
“You okay?” he asked before turning the ignition over. “We can change the plans, no pressure.”
God, he did sweet almost as well as he did sexy. “No change. I just want to wash the grimy bowling alley feeling away first.”
“I can help with that.” Leather creaked as he released her seatbelt buckle and pulled her toward him, draping his right arm around her shoulder. “I’m pretty handy with the shower sprayer.”
“I bet you are.” Hair tumbled down her back. The clip bounced on the seat behind her. Mason’s fingers spread through the length, easing away the tangles and her doubts. “That feels so good.” How long had it been since anybody had touched her this way? Forever, literally.
“Keep moaning like that and we won’t get out of this parking lot with a full box of condoms.”
She’d been moaning? “Okay.”
His left hand slid up her thigh and cupped her hot zone. He leaned in, close enough that his lips brushed her ear while he spoke. “Okay you’ll stop moaning, or okay, bust open that box and fuck you right here?”
“Yes.” His words flipped a switch inside her. How many times had she fantasized about something like this? Scott had never done public displays of affection—not kissing and certainly nothing better. It wouldn’t be appropriate for a man in his position, blah, blah, blah. Mason, by comparison, seemed more than willing to fulfill her secret exhibitionist desires. Last night, oral sex in an alley. Tonight, screwing in a parking lot. To hell with clean and horizontal, she wanted to mount him right here in the front seat and ride him until the windows steamed solid.
His finger flicked the seam of her jeans back and forth against her clit. She rocked her hips for more friction. So rough and torturously good.
“Right there, harder…” She clapped her hand over his, pressing both tight to her body her as she writhed through a fast, raw orgasm. “Oh my god, sorry.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? I haven’t even gotten you naked in a bed yet, and you’re already the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
“I really want to get to the bed part, but first this.” She clawed at his zipper, dug through layers of denim and cotton until his cock stood free and ready. Zero finesse, all business. “This is even prettier, now that I can admire it properly.”
He laughed. “My cock is pretty ?”
“Very.” She stroked it base to head, licked her lips. “And mouthwatering.”
“I’d hate to see you go hungry,” he said, and nudged the back of her head.
“Wow, you’re offering yourself up for a blowjob, just for me?”
“I’m a considerate kind of guy, what can I say?”
The automatic door on the drugstore slid open for a departing customer. A dark-haired man carrying a bag of diapers walked in front of Mason’s truck en route to his vehicle. He didn’t give them a second glance. No reason to, yet. At this point they were nothing more than a couple sitting in a parked truck at a late-night pharmacy. A few minutes later and the guy would’ve seen her head bobbing up and down. Now that might’ve gotten his attention. Another car pulled in a few spots away and its driver hurried into the store.
Mason wore a smile so mischievous and sexy it should be illegal. His head cocked in question.
Could she do it—suck him off in the front row of a parking lot, where anyone coming or
The driver’s door opened and she jumped. A small shopping bag slid across the seat, followed by the soon-to-be wearer of said purchase. Gone was the button-down shirt, tossed into the backseat of the crew cab in one fluid motion. That left a white t-shirt that hugged some fine biceps. So round and hard, they begged to be touched. Same with his hair. After last night’s encounter in the alley, she knew it was soft and thick. And his smile, that perfect mouth and what it could do… Now she had damp panties to go with her sweaty body and tangled nerves.
“You okay?” he asked before turning the ignition over. “We can change the plans, no pressure.”
God, he did sweet almost as well as he did sexy. “No change. I just want to wash the grimy bowling alley feeling away first.”
“I can help with that.” Leather creaked as he released her seatbelt buckle and pulled her toward him, draping his right arm around her shoulder. “I’m pretty handy with the shower sprayer.”
“I bet you are.” Hair tumbled down her back. The clip bounced on the seat behind her. Mason’s fingers spread through the length, easing away the tangles and her doubts. “That feels so good.” How long had it been since anybody had touched her this way? Forever, literally.
“Keep moaning like that and we won’t get out of this parking lot with a full box of condoms.”
She’d been moaning? “Okay.”
His left hand slid up her thigh and cupped her hot zone. He leaned in, close enough that his lips brushed her ear while he spoke. “Okay you’ll stop moaning, or okay, bust open that box and fuck you right here?”
“Yes.” His words flipped a switch inside her. How many times had she fantasized about something like this? Scott had never done public displays of affection—not kissing and certainly nothing better. It wouldn’t be appropriate for a man in his position, blah, blah, blah. Mason, by comparison, seemed more than willing to fulfill her secret exhibitionist desires. Last night, oral sex in an alley. Tonight, screwing in a parking lot. To hell with clean and horizontal, she wanted to mount him right here in the front seat and ride him until the windows steamed solid.
His finger flicked the seam of her jeans back and forth against her clit. She rocked her hips for more friction. So rough and torturously good.
“Right there, harder…” She clapped her hand over his, pressing both tight to her body her as she writhed through a fast, raw orgasm. “Oh my god, sorry.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? I haven’t even gotten you naked in a bed yet, and you’re already the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
“I really want to get to the bed part, but first this.” She clawed at his zipper, dug through layers of denim and cotton until his cock stood free and ready. Zero finesse, all business. “This is even prettier, now that I can admire it properly.”
He laughed. “My cock is pretty ?”
“Very.” She stroked it base to head, licked her lips. “And mouthwatering.”
“I’d hate to see you go hungry,” he said, and nudged the back of her head.
“Wow, you’re offering yourself up for a blowjob, just for me?”
“I’m a considerate kind of guy, what can I say?”
The automatic door on the drugstore slid open for a departing customer. A dark-haired man carrying a bag of diapers walked in front of Mason’s truck en route to his vehicle. He didn’t give them a second glance. No reason to, yet. At this point they were nothing more than a couple sitting in a parked truck at a late-night pharmacy. A few minutes later and the guy would’ve seen her head bobbing up and down. Now that might’ve gotten his attention. Another car pulled in a few spots away and its driver hurried into the store.
Mason wore a smile so mischievous and sexy it should be illegal. His head cocked in question.
Could she do it—suck him off in the front row of a parking lot, where anyone coming or
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