Page 85 of The Burbs and the Bees
“Not funny. I spilled the drink on my balls.”
“You need to get out of those pants.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
She chuckles again. “We can’t.” She glances out the windows and narrows her eyes. “Someone might see.”
“It’s dark. There’s hardly anyone here, and you can’t see into anyone’s car, just like they can’t see into ours.”
She smiles. “You want to pop my drive-in cherry, Jay?”
“Yeah,” I say, my voice husky as my body throbs. God, I haven’t made out at the drive-in since I was a horny teen who thought about nothing but sex. Damn if Alyson doesn’t bring that out in me. Jesus, I haven’t felt this alive in a long time. “What about you? Do you want your drive-in cherry popped?”
She looks at me like I’m dense. “Ah, yeah.”
I pull her until she’s seated on top of me, and I cup the back of her neck, drag her mouth to mine. “Pants off,” I say and tug at her yoga pants. She turns on my lap and shimmies out of them. I unzip quickly, grab a condom, and shove my pants to my knees. I sheathe myself and say, “Ride me.”
She climbs back on top of me, her knees on either side of my thighs. I hold my dick as she slowly lowers herself, and I nearly shoot off when she lets loose a low, slow moan so full of pleasure, I’m not sure how I’ll ever survive without her in my life. Heat curls through me, settles between my legs. I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this good.
Her head falls to the side, her eyes closed, and she takes deep, gulping breaths as I give her inch after inch. I fill her completely and cup her breasts through her blouse. Sliding my tongue out, I lick that sensitive spot on her neck and grip her hips to move her up and down, up and down, until she’s whimpering and clawing at my shoulders.
“Jay,” she says, and I love hearing my name on her tongue when she climaxes. Her muscles clench around me, and I slide a finger between our bodies to massage her clit. Her whimpers get a little louder, and she rides me a little faster, a little harder.
“That’s it, Alyson. Take what you need.” Why is it that I can’t get enough of her, can’t give her enough in return?
“I need this,” she says, and her eyes are a deeper shade of blue when they open and lock with mine. Her heat pours through me, warming my blood, and my cock thickens even more.
“I need this, too,” I tell her and bite down on my tongue before I really spill all the shit stirring me up inside. As her muscles ripple with climax, they squeeze my orgasm from me, and I hold her still as I release inside her.
“Ohmigod,” she says. “I feel all of that.”
She sags when I stop throbbing and rests her forehead on mine. She stays on my lap, my cock still buried inside her. “I had no idea drive-in sex could be so much fun.”
I brush her mess of hair from her face. “Now you know.”
“We’ll have to come every Sunday night,” she says.
My heart skips a beat. I’d like nothing more than that, which really puts a kink into my future. I thought it would be so easy to get the family’s land back, thought it was a sure thing, but Alyson is turning out to be someone different. Heck, maybe a leopard really can change its spots.
A knock sounds on my window, and we both stiffen.
“Shit,” I say as Allison pulls off me and bends to get her pants off the floor. She hurries back into them, her damp hair a hot mess, tumbling down her shoulders and now covered in popcorn. God, she’s so adorable.
She jumps into the driver’s seat and reaches for her bag of cherries, trying to look nonchalant. She starts munching on them as I dispose of the condom, fix my pants, and roll my window down. I peer into the dark and groan when I find Tyler standing there, a stupid-ass grin on his all-knowing face.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
“Thought that was you guys. Not too many Teslas in Farmington.” He bends. “Hi, Alyson.”
“Hi, Tyler.”
“Enjoying Godzilla?” he asks, and when he snickers, I get that he’s really referring to my dick.
“Goodbye, Tyler.”
“Oh, hey, Alyson. The popcorn goes in your mouth, not in your hair.”
She touches her hair, and a groan of embarrassment crawls out of her throat.
