Page 61 of Truck Hard

She moves backward until her knees hit the mattress, then crawls up to settle against the pillows. The sight of her sprawled naked on the sheets, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes, nearly brings me to my knees.

I strip quickly, never taking my eyes off her. Her gaze tracks my movements hungrily, lingering on my chest, my arms, lower. When I’m finally naked, her eyes darken with want.

“Come here.” She breathes, reaching for me.

I crawl up her body slowly, dropping kisses as I go—her ankle, her knee, the inside of her thigh. She shivers when I reach her hip, arching toward my mouth. But I have other plans first.

I capture her lips in another deep kiss as I settle over her, careful to keep most of my weight on my forearms. The first press of skin on skin makes us both groan. Her hands roam my back, tracing old scars of my own—memories of bar fights and stupid choices made in grief.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur against her throat, trailing kisses down to her breasts. They fit perfectly in my palms as I cup them, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they peak.

She gasps when I take one into my mouth, back arching off the bed. I lavish attention on each breast until she’s writhing beneath me, breathless pleas falling from her lips.

“Please,” she whimpers as I kiss my way down her stomach. “Liam, I need—”

“I know what you need, sweetheart.” I settle between her thighs, inhaling the scent of her arousal. “Let me take care of you.”

The first swipe of my tongue makes her cry out. She quickly muffles the sound with her hand, mindful of Cam down the hall. I lap at her slowly, savoring every taste, every tremor that runs through her body.

Her thighs shake when I focus on her clit, alternating between gentle flicks and firm circles. One hand grips my hair while the other stays pressed to her mouth, holding back the sounds I desperately want to hear.

I slide two fingers inside her, groaning at how wet and tight she is. Her hips rock against my face as I curl them forward, searching for that spot that makes her fall apart. When I find it, her whole body goes rigid.

“That’s it.” I encourage between licks. “Let go for me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

She comes with a muffled cry, inner walls clenching around my fingers as pleasure wracks her body. I work her through it gently until she tugs my hair, oversensitive.

Standing on shaky legs, I fish my wallet from my discarded jeans and pull out a condom. Hannah watches through heavy-lidded eyes as I roll it on, her chest still heaving.

She reaches for me, spreading her legs wider in invitation.

I crawl back over her, positioning myself at her entrance. The head of my cock slides through her wetness, making us both groan. “Ready?”

She nods, pulling me down for a deep kiss. I push inside slowly, giving her time to adjust to the stretch. It takes every ounce of control I have not to slam home. She feels incredible—hot and tight and perfect.

When I’m finally seated fully inside her, we both pause, foreheads pressed together as we adjust to the sensation. Her hands clutch my shoulders, nails digging in slightly.

“Move.” She breathes after a moment. “Please.”

I withdraw almost completely before sliding back in just as slowly. The drag is exquisite, making my toes curl. I set a languid pace, wanting to savor every moment, every gasp and shudder I pull from her body.

Her legs wrap around my waist, changing the angle slightly. The new position lets me sink even deeper, and she arches beneath me with a quiet moan.

“You feel so fucking good,” I murmur against her throat, picking up the pace slightly. “So perfect around me.”

She responds by rolling her hips to meet my thrusts, drawing me deeper. Her hands roam my back, my shoulders, my ass—touching everywhere she can reach as if reassuring herself this is real.

I can feel her getting close again, inner walls starting to flutter around me. Shifting my weight to one arm, I slide a hand between us to circle her clit. The added stimulation makes her gasp.

“That’s it.” I encourage, timing my strokes to match my thrusts. “Come for me again, sweetheart. Want to feel you.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders as pleasure builds. I capture her mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing her moans as she gets closer to the edge. When she finally breaks, it’s with a silent cry against my lips, her whole body going taut beneath me.

The feeling of her coming around me snaps the last of my control. I fuck her harder, chasing my own release as she trembles through aftershocks. My rhythm falters as pressure builds at the base of my spine.

“Hannah.” I groan, burying my face in her neck. “I’m close.”

“Yes.” She pants, tightening her legs around me. “Please, Liam.”

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