Page 29 of Burning Skies
Which I must’ve imagined, because this is about lust.
When I clamber on top of him, he looks up at me, surprised when I tug his hair back and kiss him. He tries to undo his belt, and I shove his hand away. “My turn to do the work.” I unhook his belt, flip open the buttons on his jeans, and marvel at the giant cock that springs up because he was going commando. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
He reaches into his wallet and pulls out a foil, which I peel open and slide over his swollen skin. I’ve never been great at blow jobs, but I’m tempted to give him one because, damn, he has a nice dick. Thick and long and powerful. But that seems too intimate. I’m not ready to get down on my knees for him.
Bracing myself on my left leg, I bring my right foot up onto the seat so I can open myself enough for him. Because the man is packing. I’ve only had a few boyfriends, but Beau is easily the biggest.
“Hold up, princess. Get my dick wet first, or I’ll never fit.” He grips his length and glides it back and forth between my legs. “Take your time. If it’s too much, we can stop.”
“We’re not stopping.”
Smiling, he kisses me. “So fucking feisty.”
“What can I say? I’m a goal-oriented girl,” I grunt as I try to take him. I lean one way, then another, but it’s a tight squeeze.
He pats my ass. “I have an idea. Do these seats go back?”
“Yeah.”
Beau lifts me next to him and then reclines me. With one knee on the seat, he half-crouches over me as he jerks himself off. “Spread your legs, baby. Let’s see if we can make this happen.”
Ugh, I love when he calls me baby.
He settles over me to squeeze himself in.
This still isn’t working. I pull my knees up to my sides and he finally slides in. We both suck in a breath. Because holy shit. He’s huge. “Hold on. I can feel you in my throat.” He laughs, but that makes his dick swell. I smack his shoulder. “Stop with the big dick energy and let me get used to your size.”
His lips fold to hold in his chuckle as he watches me. Then he cradles my face in his large palm. Leaning closer, he grazes his lips against mine. Once, twice, three times. Until I open for him and his tongue caresses mine.
We make out for several long minutes until my body finally relaxes enough for him to sink deeper, making us both groan again.
I don’t know what I expect. For him to pound me into the car seat, I suppose.
Instead, we kiss slow and soft and sweet. Like this isn’t a dirty hate fuck in the back of my SUV. Like he might actually care for me.
I swallow, unprepared for how that idea hits me squarely in the chest.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice a rasp.
I nod as I reach up to touch his black eye that’s now a faded brown. I want to ask him what really happened. If he thinks it was my fault. If he thinks I’d really sic my brothers on him.
But he moves, and the sensation short-circuits my mind.
He pulls out just a little, thrusts in. Back and forth. Not too hard. Almost like he’s testing the waters. As he moves, he kisses my neck and grips my ass.
I let myself touch him the way I’ve always wanted to. My fingers run over his broad shoulders. His muscular back. His rock-hard ass.
Burrowing my face against his neck, I breathe him in. His cologne. The scent of his soap. His clean sweat.
I don’t know what possesses me, but I lick his shoulder before I bite him. Not too hard. Just enough to make him let out a curse and really start to fuck me. Instead of pain, my whole body lights up.
“Can you come again?” he grunts.
“I… I don’t know.”
“Try. Rub your clit.”
Leaning back, he makes room for my hand as I comply. We both look down to where we connect. Watching his thick dick work its way in and out of my body makes my clit pulse hard beneath my fingers. “I’m almost there.”
