Page 128 of Forever Defiant
“Fuck, Dustin,” she moaned above me, hips rocking. “Dustin, I’m going to...”
Her back arched, and I felt her climax around my fingers, her moan loud and deep. My mouth tasted her as she shuddered beneath me, licking her through her orgasm, until she wasmumbling, “Enough.” I pulled back, unzipped myself, and freed my cock.
“Your choice, mouth or pussy, but I need one of them.” I looked at her in the dark, shadows lifting briefly as cars passed on the highway behind us.
Hadley didn’t hesitate. “Fuck me.”
I pulled my jeans down, crossed the distance to her, and pushed her up the seat a little more. There wasn’t much room. I gently rubbed her pussy again, my other hand grabbing my wallet and a condom. Once it was on, I lowered myself over her, my mouth just inches from hers.
“You sure?” I asked.
“I’m sure.” She reached up for me, her lips touching mine. Her mouth opened, and I groaned as our tongues touched, my hips lowering, grinding into her. Hadley reached for me, a hiss of protest that I was already wrapped, but she guided me to her. “You want this?” she asked me hesitantly.
I pushed inside her, both of us groaning. She tapped my shoulder. “Slower, you’re...”
“Yeah, I know.” I eased into her, my mouth on hers, kissing her deeper. “Tell me when you want more,” I ordered. Hoping it was soon, because my dick was only halfway in and I was ready to blow already.
I rocked my hips slightly against her because staying still was killing me; I didn’t want to rush her, but her pussy kept clenching around me.
Hadley’s mouth was on my neck. “More, give me more,” she breathed as her teeth nipped at me.
I did, and I had to clench my jaw. Fucking hell, she felt perfect. “You good?” I asked, my voice strained. I tasted her mouth as I rocked into her. I didn’t wait for an answer; her legs wrapped around my waist, and she was moving against me. Her hips rolling against mine, thrust for thrust. I wasn’t going to lastlong. I’d been on edge since my cock had been at her lips the other night.
My fingers dug into her ass as I lifted her hips to meet mine. “Next time, I promise we’ll make it to a bed,” I told her, kissing along her jawline. “With more room, and I’ll take my time, but right now—”
“Next time,” she agreed breathlessly, her hand sliding down in between us, rubbing her clit. “Next time we’ll be good,” she agreed breathlessly. “But right now, I just need you to fuck the shit out of me, Slater.”
“Fuck, baby,” I murmured against her lips. “All you had to do was ask.”
The car was full of our moans, groans, and the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. I don’t know how we got lucky and no other car passed us, or no cop car stopped to ask why I was fucking her on the side of the road.
When we were done, my body sagged over hers for a moment, and then came the logistics, the awkward dismount. The rearranging of clothes, the shaky breathing, and the avoidance of eye contact.
I got out of the car, the warm air cooler than the heat inside. I disposed of the condom. Hadley reached into her purse and took out a small bottle of hand sanitizer, rubbing her hands. She offered it to me, and I took it. I handed it back to her, then put my seatbelt on again.
“You okay?” I asked as I started the car.
“I am,” she said. She sounded smug, and I glanced at her; she was fixing her hair and grinning at me.
It eased the tension inside me; I was expecting some snarky comment, but for once, she looked chilled.
I grinned at her. “Should have done that weeks ago,” I muttered, signaling and turning the car around. “That’s the most relaxed I’ve seen you,” I joked.
“Shut up and drive,” she said with a playful swipe at my arm. “I might take a nap.”
I choked on my laughter. “You mean, I get sexanda comfortable silence on the way home?” I teased. “I didn’t know it was my birthday.”
Hadley laughed. “Slater, if it was your birthday, I’d have blown you first.”
I looked at her, a streetlight illuminating the inside of the car, revealing her flushed skin and the sparkle in her eyes. “I’ll hold you to that, Peterson.”
Her smile faded, and the sparkle in her eyes turned heated. “Drive, or we’re not going to make it home tonight.”
I was tempted to put the car in park, but my phone ringing interrupted that thought.
“Dante,” I explained to her, and I accepted the call. “Yeah?”
“We stopped and you haven’t passed. You okay?”
