Page 119 of Heartsick & Lipsticks
NICK
Skye smiled sweetly asher cheeks flushed with a rosy afterglow. “If you had one more wish, what would it be?”
“If I tell you, it won’t come true.”
Her lips curled at the edges. “Try me.”
“Take off your panties,” I growled.
Her blush deepened as she shifted in the passenger seat. I watched as she lifted her hips up and pulled her underwear down and off her legs. While she did that, I unbuckled and unzipped my pants and freed myself from my boxer briefs.
My cock popped out like a Jack-in-the-Box and stood at full salute.
“I’ve never had sex in a car,” she panted as I pulled her on top of me.
I had, and it would probably be better if we went into the backseat, but I needed her now. Thankfully, my SUV was large enough that with the seat all the way back, she fit straddled on my lap. I tugged her dress up so that it bunched at her waist, as I slid the straps of her dress down her arms, revealing her perfect, round breasts.
I leaned back and took a moment to appreciate the sight of Skye perched on my lap, topless, with her dress bunched at her waist and not wearing panties. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. I snapped mental Polaroids for posterity as my hands slid up her thighs and around to her backside, spreading my hands over her ass cheeks. I flexed my fingers, digging them into her meaty flesh, and she began to roll her hips seductively. I watched as her feminine folds slid up and down my throbbing shaft, coating it with her arousal. The erotic sight had my cock throbbing painfully.
Leaning forward, I pulled her perfect pink nipple into my mouth. The tip of my tongue hardened as I flicked across the pebbled nub, and my teeth lightly sank into the hardened peak. Her fingers raked through my hair, holding my head in place as I laved my attention on her breasts.
I wasn’t even inside of her, but I felt so connected to her, so in tune with her body as I continued licking, sucking, biting, and kissing her nipples. It wasn’t until my balls began to tingle with release that I realized something and froze.
My head fell back against the headrest as my teeth clenched, and I said, “Fuck.”
“What?” Skye asked. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have any protection.” We’d used all the condoms I’d kept in my wallet at the hotel and in my guest room. I’d meant to replenish my supply, but I hadn’t. As badly as I wanted to be with her tonight, unless we drove to a convenience store, that wasn’t going to happen.
Unless.
I reached for my phone in the console.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to have condoms delivered.”
“Here?” she questioned.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I’ll drop him a pin with our location.”
Her hand covered mine as she said, “I’m on the pill.”
I lifted my head, and when my eyes met hers, I said, “You are?”
She nodded.
I’d never been with anyone without protection before. Not ever. Not in my teens, my twenties, or my thirties. The night Bella was conceived, I’d strapped up; it just happened that we were one of the two percent where the contraception failed.
“I had my yearly physical six months ago and haven’t been with anyone since, so I know I’m all good.” Every year I had to have physicals for insurance purposes, and they tested me for everything. I was clean as a whistle.
She grinned. “I haven’t been with anyone but you since I was eighteen.”
Hearing her say that I was the only person she’d been with in all that time evoked a primal, visceral response in me. I felt territorial. Possessive. She was mine. It wasn’t something that I was used to feeling, but I wasn’t upset about it.
