Page 28 of Hula Girl

After a moment, she nods and we say our goodbyes. Ford takes my hand and pulls me away without any explanation and I decide none is needed. Not with the temporary thing we have going on.

11

Ford

Ican barely keep my eyes on the road. I’ve got Ava sitting next to me in my truck as we head toward Lahaina with the plan that we’ll get a taste of the nightlife there. But she’s got her legs crossed and her dress has inched up along those beautiful thighs of hers. And I’ve still got her challenge to make her scream my name in my head.

Truth is, I’ve never liked my name. Not when I know I’m named after my absentee dad. My mom once confessed she’d named me for him as a sort of passive-aggressive move since he hadn’t wanted anything to do with us. She wanted him to remember that not only did he have a son, but that we share a name. From what I can tell, it was the only spiteful thing she’s ever done and I can’t blame her. She also made a point to tell me many times throughout my life that I’d do better things with my name than he ever would. She reasoned that I had the kindness and compassion that he lacked. That had been true for a time. And then I went and proved her wrong by trying to be exactly like him.

That regrettable period is over, though. Thankfully, my mom welcomed me back without hesitation and we’ve been able to rebuild our connection. I could see her watching me with Ava earlier, see the fear in her eyes. I hadn’t intended on introducing her to Ava because it would be all too obvious to her that she’s a vacation fling, making her worry that I’d somehow replicate her mistake all those years ago. I didn’t give her time to see that Ava is, unlike my father, a good person. I just cut it off with the reassurance that I was taking all necessary precautions.

Not that Ava doesn’t tempt me to play a lot more recklessly. Especially now, as she leans toward me and slides her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck, giving me a show of her breasts down the front of her dress when I glance toward her.

“You’re going to make me run off the road,” I say, only half-joking.

“Maybe you should pull over.”

I laugh but she doesn’t. Looking at her, there’s a flirt in her eyes that has my dick rising to the occasion.

“Don’t tempt me. I’ll do it.”

“Really?” she asks with an amused laugh as if she had been joking about pulling over.

“I’ve wanted to rip that dress off you since the second I saw you in it, honey.”

Her hand falls from my hair to my thigh. “No need to rip it off. It pushes up really easily.”

“Fuck,” I groan and she laughs again.

The sky is in that twilight phase of going dark but night hasn’t truly fallen. Still, there’s a turnout ahead that’s partially draped in overgrown trees and brush, making for a perfect spot to get us a little privacy. I swing the truck off the road and onto the dirt, not caring when branches slap at the windows as we pull to a stop.

As if synchronized, we both unlatch our seat belts and turn to each other, our mouths crashing together hungrily. This desire is insatiable. I want to consume every part of her. In one swift movement, I pull the lever to slide my seat back and grab her around the waist, sliding her to my side so that she’s straddling me.

Pulling down the top of her dress, I find that she’s braless. I take one of her small brown nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting as she rocks her hips against mine. She’s pressing herself against my painfully hard dick, free in her pursuit of pleasure as she throws her head back.

“That’s it,” I tell her. “Ride me just like that until you come.” I squeeze her tits and then cover them with kisses and bites that alternate between gentle and firm.

“Ford,” she moans as she gets closer.

I drop my hands to her hips, guiding her in a faster rhythm. I want to be in her. I want to push my cock deep inside her warm, throbbing pussy. But I want to watch her come first.

“Louder,” I tell her and her eyes lock onto mine. She’s so close. Her breath is jagged. Her cheeks are pink. Her hips are thrashing against mine.

“Wait,” she says and reaches down to unbutton my shorts.

I pull her hands away and press her to me once more. “Don’t worry. I’m going to fuck you so hard. But right now, I need you to let go and come for me.”

She must take me seriously because she wraps her arms around my neck, her face falls forward, and her whole body tenses. “Ford,” she breathes as she comes.

Okay, so it’s not her screaming my name, but damn if it doesn’t feel fantastic.

“Ava,” I tell her softly, “you beautiful thing.” I stroke her long, shiny hair over and over until she’s recovered.

When she wiggles her way off my lap and over to her side of the truck, my eyebrows come together in disappointment. That lasts mere seconds, though, as she’s soon leaning over the center console so she can undo my fly and rub my swollen, slick cock with both hands. She replaces her hands with her mouth, and her hot, firm tongue sends my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I can feel her working my dick deep into her throat, taking as much of me in as she can in a rhythm that is sheer perfection.

My balls tighten and she must know how close I am because she changes her technique. I’m insanely grateful that she wants to prolong this. Using a combination of her hand and her mouth, she creates a different kind of pressure and suction that has my toes curling. Her moans of pleasure are matched by my own, especially when I slip my hand down and grab her ass. Her skin, bared by a thong, is smooth and tight but shapely enough so that I can get a good handful. I squeeze her with increasing need as I watch her head bob up and down. Pulling a few strands of loose hair away from her face, I watch her take me in her eager mouth and I’m suddenly at the point of no return.

“You’re going to make me come, honey. It’s too good. I can’t—”

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