Page 12 of Love Is Ale You Need

I whimper and arch into him. “Last one. I don’t have a condom unless you do, but I’m on birth control.”

He freezes, and a blank expression takes over his face for a brief second. I’m slightly terrified he’s going to tell me he doesn’t and back out. Which would probably be for the best since all my moral judgement has taken a vacation.

“Oh! Wait!” He grips my waist and moves me to the other seat. He bends over, lifts the center console, and rifles around inside. I count the seconds by the thumping of my heart. The longer he takes makes me question my decision to go through with this, but my vagina is leading the charge, keeping me rooted to the seat. He slams the lid down and holds up a square plastic wrapper.

I snag it from his hands. From the dim street lamp shining in through the tinted windows, a shimmer of text catches my eye. Glancing down, I read the words, mostly to myself, “Sugar Daddy’s.” My gaze shoots up. “The strip club?”

“Uh. Yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I got it from a bachelor party.”

I stare down at the white plastic square with gold imprint as I contemplate having sex in the back of an SUV in the parking lot of my work with a strip club condom as if I was in my twenties. Granted, I wasn’t actually doing this when I was twenties, but I’m pretty sure Kyle was. Fuck it. Fuck all of it. I’m thinking with my vagina tonight.

With the wrapped condom in hand, I climb on Trey’s lap and crash my lips to his. His fingers wrap around the nape of my neck, and he deepens the kiss, causing me to see stars. And not just one star, but a meteor shower of stars raining down on us.

Without breaking our kiss, my hands fumble to unbutton his pants while he does the same to mine. Once both our pants are haphazardly pushed down our hips, I rise to my feet. With my back hunched, I shimmy my jeans down one leg, then shift my weight to do the same to the other side. He lifts his hips and pulls his pants the rest of the way down until they hit the floorboard. Despite the lack of light, the outline of his impressively hard, thick cock casts a distinct shadow on the floor. A rush of heat lands directly between my legs and I freeze. That’s going to be inside me. I have the urge to wrap my hand around the girth and lick the head, but that’s not why we’re here.

I finish yanking off my jeans, and they drop to the floorboard with the plop. I rise to my knees. With my finger hooked on the fabric of my panties between my legs, I begin to pull them to the side, but Trey stops me with his hand on my waist.

“These can go too.” He lowers his head. The stubble on his chin scrapes over my sensitive skin as his heated breath skates across my pelvic bone sending a rush of goosebumps over my entire body, peaking at my nipples. The tip of his tongue carves a path following the line of the elastic waistband from my hip to right below my belly button. His teeth dig under the fabric, and he does his best to pull them down with his teeth until he loses his grip and they snap back into place.

I inhale a sharp breath from the slight sting.

“This works better when I have more room.” He hooks both thumbs under the fabric and shimmies them down as far has he can until I have to stand up. After they drop to the floor, I rest a knee on the seat to get back to penis insertion position. Before I can slide down on his monster cock, he stops me, his fingers dimpling my waist.

“I’m not done yet.” With his other hand, he slides two fingers down my slit until he reaches my entrance and then back up to rub a circle around my clit. “Fucking drenched.” The deep timbre of his voice sends a shiver up my spine. He continues to slide his fingers up and down, smearing my wetness all over my pussy and his fingers. He leans forward and places a kiss in the center of my chest. My heart flutters until I tamp down those feelings. That’s the last thing I need right now, especially with him. This is a no feelings operation.

With one hand gripping the dark leather of the backseat, I splay my other hand against the roof. I rock my hips against his fingers, needing more of him. “That feels so good.”

“But my dick will feel way better.” He pulls his hand away. Long, slender fingers wrap around his girth. One. Two. Three pumps.

With my teeth, I tear open the condom. Remembering where he got it, I cringe and spit out the top half and then pass it to him. He pulls it out and rolls the latex down his length. With a steady hand around his cock, he holds it still. I take that as my cue, lowering myself onto the crown. A jolt of electricity courses through me as the tip grazes my entrance. Inch by inch I slide down. My mouth gapes open, unable to form words, as he stretches me wider and wider.

“Ah. Fucking hell. Your pussy feels amazing gripping my dick.” His fingers curl around my waist.

I continue to slide down, surprised I haven’t bottomed out yet. In one swoop, Trey thrusts upward until he’s fully inside me. My yelp morphs into a moan as I adjust to his size.

“Oh. God.” My head falls back as I collect my breath.

“Fuuuck.” His hands grip me tighter.

Slowly, I rise and savor the stretch as I slide up and down on his cock. My pace grows faster with each pass.

My moans and whimpers mix with his grunts and groans, each thrust increasing in intensity from the previous one. I roll my hips, the new angle driving his cock even deeper. His lips wrap around my nipple, sending a lightning bolt directly to my clit.

“Harder. Don’t stop,” I pant. His teeth clamp down, shooting my pleasure to the stars. “Oh! Yes!”

He reaches up and wraps his fingers around the grab handle and uses it for leverage to push deeper into me. Each and every time, he hits my g-spot, and I can’t help but moan out his name. I rest one hand on his shoulder, my nails digging into his skin as my orgasm draws nearer.

“Trey. I’m close. So close.” I continue rolling my hips, keeping a steady pace.

“I’m right there with you.” He sucks a nipple into his mouth and softly bites down. He pounds into me from below. “Oh, shit!”

“What?” I freeze. “Are you coming already?”

“No! Ah! Ah! Charlie horse!” His arm goes slack.

“Shake it off!”

He drops his hand from the handle and stretches his leg as far as he can in the small space.

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