Page 92 of Off Limits: The Firsts

“Straight ahead,” she orders, and damn it’s hot being ordered around by her.

“Fuck me,” I mutter under my breath, but I obey under protest. Because those fingers are still in her panties. The scent of her is filling the cab of the truck.

“That depends if you’re a good boy and do what I say.” She chuckles, cranking up the seductress role and turning me on even more.

I groan.

She laughs. Fucking foreplay if I’ve ever heard it. Deep and suggestive and throaty.

Her seat belt clicks.

I move to look her way, and her hand is right there, guiding my face forward so I remain looking at the road. I start to protest, but I’m met with two of her fingers slipping between my lips.

They taste like her.

Sweet.

Damn.

Perfection.

I suck on them and fight the urge to yank the truck to the side of the road and fuck her hard and fast right here for all to see. Because it’s Scout. That’s what she does to me.

She pulls her fingers from my mouth and slides them down to my lap. She scrapes her nails up and down my thigh and over my cock pressed against the seam, pushing my thighs wider so she can tease my balls. I groan out loud and struggle not to close my eyes and drop my head against the headrest because it feels so damn good.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” she murmurs against my ear, the heat of her breath tickling my skin and hardening my dick. “I want your cock, Easton Wylder. I want it right now. I want to wrap my lips around it. I want it hitting the back of my throat. I want all of it. To suck you off. To fuck you with my mouth. I want every last drop you have to give me.”

That’s about the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

“You’re going to help me get your cock out of your pants, then you’re going to put both hands on the wheel and concentrate on not crashing. Understood?”

My hips are already lifted, my zipper undone, and my pants shoved to my knees before she even finishes her sentence.

“Good God, woman.” It’s all I can say as she wraps her lips and one hand around my shaft and then takes me all the way to the back of her throat on the first suck. My hips lift to give her as much of me as she can take. My hands squeeze the steering wheel like a vise grip. My teeth grind together as I force myself to keep my eyes open and watch the road.

It’s a mixture of sensations. The heat of her breath warming and staying on my skin. The wetness of her mouth as she slides up and down. The suction of her lips as she pulls to my tip, and the little pop I hear and feel as she releases me from her mouth. She twists her hand as she works over my cock in a varying pattern; just as I start to get used to the feel of it, think I’m at the point of no return, she changes the angle, the grip, the movement, and builds me up all over again.

Nice and slow, East.

“You taste so good,” she murmurs around my dick, the vibration tickling down to my balls and then back up.

Keep the gas pedal steady.

She goes to town, holds nothing back as she sucks and fucks and licks and tongues every inch of me until I can’t hold back any more. I’m either going to crash or come, and fuck if I want to do the former.

Remember the road.

The sensation rushes from my balls and then through my cock. Her moan as she tastes my precum is the final straw that pushes me over the edge.

I break the rules. I put my hand on her head to keep it still as I buck my hips and fuck her lips. And she doesn’t fight me. She doesn’t do anything more than pump my cock faster and suck harder as I shoot down the back of her throat.

Her name fills the cab. Scout. It’s a broken moan as she does what she promised—sucks every last drop from me.

And I can’t take it anymore. I can’t not have my hands on her. My tongue in her.

I jerk the truck to the side of the road. She shrieks in surprise and sits up just as I slam on the brakes. And then I lean over the console in a flash.

My one hand is back in her hair, the other is sliding to the wet heat of her pussy, and my tongue is between her lips.