Page 66 of Forked (Frenched 2)
He rubbed my back. “It’s your body, Coco. And I will support you no matter what you decide. It’s going to be OK no matter what. ”
Giving in to the feeling of being comforted, of being told it would all be OK, of feeling like I wasn’t alone, I turned my face into his throat. Inhaled the scent of his skin, which would forever say sex-and- sugar to me. Except when it said sex-and-bacon.
I chuckled in the crook of his neck. I couldn’t help it.
“What?” He sounded shocked that I was giggling.
“Nothing. I was thinking something dirty.”
“What a coincidence.”
I laughed again, lifting my head. “This would be so much easier if I didn’t like you.”
His mouth formed that crooked grin I couldn’t resist. “I knew you still liked me.”
“A little. Maybe.” What are you doing? screamed a voice in my head as I leaned forward impulsively to kiss those lips. What the actual fuck are you doing? It was the anti-dessert tray voice, the one that remembers to count the steps it takes me to walk away.
Oh, now you show up, I thought, feeling Nick’s hands move up my back. Where were you in the kitchen when I told him to fuck me without a con
dom? Where were you in the cemetery this morning? Why didn’t you sound the alarm then and remind me that I hadn’t taken a pill?
No answer.
I took that as a sign.
Our kiss grew frantic, and our hands began to wander. I freed my dress from between us and Nick’s fingers crept beneath it. His palms slid up my thighs, settling on my ass and squeezing it tight. I took his face in my hands, meeting his tongue with mine, shivering with anticipation at the growing bulge in his jeans beneath me.
Reaching behind me, I unzipped my dress and let the straps fall off my shoulders, then slipped my arms from them. Nick’s hands moved up my back, which arched instinctively, pressing my breasts closer to his mouth. He dragged his tongue around one nipple, teasing it into a stiff, tingling peak before sucking it hard into his mouth. “Oh God, that feels so good,” I breathed, taking his head in my hands and holding it to my chest. My breath caught as he took the hardened tip between his teeth, biting down before sucking it again. His other hand slid down over my ass, this time inside my panties.
I grabbed onto the back of the seat and rocked my hips over his, widening my knees. He groaned, moving both hands to grip my ass, thrusting up beneath me as he pulled me against him, his mouth never leaving my breasts. Remember this? I almost asked. Remember how we used to park your truck somewhere hidden and fuck each other through our clothes? I wanted the real thing. I want the real thing now. But I was too scared to say anything—if I stopped to talk, stopped to remember, stopped to think at all, I might reconsider where this was headed, and right now I really wanted this to head somewhere that ended with my pussy hot and tight around his big hard cock.
“Coco.” Nick’s breath was cool on my wet skin. “Are you sure?”
“Shhhh.” I kissed his cheek, his jaw, his neck, running my tongue over his favorite little spot.
Between my legs, I was aching and wet, my panties soaked. Fuck yes, I’m sure.
But wait.
I picked my head up, breathing hard. “Do you have a condom?”
“Yes.” Lifting his hips, which made my core muscles clench, he reached into his pocket and pulled one out.
“Give it to me.” I ripped it from his hands and tore it open with my teeth while he reached beneath my dress and undid his jeans. My stomach jumping, I unrolled the condom over his dick and pressed up on my knees, freeing one leg from my panties. Nick closed his lips over my nipple again as I positioned him at my entrance and sank down slowly, reveling in the exquisite way he stretched and filled me, inch by rock solid inch. Pressing my hands to the car’s soft roof, I stopped for a second to slide up and down a few times, exhilarated by the way it made him moan and suck harder. Finally I went all the way down, sighing as he reached the deepest place inside me.
“Coco,” he said gruffly as I began to move. “I have to have you.”
Arms overhead, I swiveled my hips in lovely little arcs and circles, each shape twisting me tighter, carrying me higher. “You have me.” Trading swivels for thrusts, I set a hard, steady rhythm against him, my entire body humming. God, he was so deep inside me, hitting that spot that made everything rush to the no- stopping-this point. “I’m here. I’m right here.” And then I couldn’t speak or think or even move, every muscle in my body seizing up. Nick’s fingers dug into my ass and he pulled me roughly against him, the base of his cock rubbing my clit. Tears came to my eyes, my mouth falling open as I teetered on the brink. Take me over. Now. Fuck me, yes, yes, like that… I exploded, his name on my lips.
He never stopped moving. “Fuck, I love watching you come. I love hearing you say my name. I love every fucking thing about you.”
“I love you too.” Taking his head in my hands, I rained kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, his lips. “I don’t want to but I do.” God, the world was tilting and spinning out of control. What the fuck was I saying?
Was I delirious? The words wouldn’t stop pouring out, as if a dam had burst. “And I hate you too. I hate you,” I said, sliding up and down his hard, wet cock, my mouth pressed close to his. “I fucking hate you for what you did to me. I hate that I couldn’t get over you. I hate that I can’t say no to you. I hate that I still want you this way.”
“Get on your back.” Without waiting for me to move, Nick flipped me onto my back across the front seat. One leg ended up wrapped around him, the other dangling toward the floor. He pulled his shirt off before taking a wrist in each hand and pinning them against the door above my head. “Is this the way you want me?” He drove his cock inside me again and again, slamming into me with a force that knocked my head against the door. “You hate the way you want this?” His jaw was set hard, his tone hot with anger and desire.
“Yes, I hate it,” I panted, lifting my hips to meet his, gasping at the violent way our bodies crashed together. “But I can’t get enough.”
