Page 23 of Hot Chicken

“Don’t try to make this anything but what it is. I’m falling hard for you, sweet girl. The fact you look like this is just an added bonus.” He crashes his mouth over mine, squeezing one of my breasts and bucking into me.

“God, I want you,” I groan.

“I want you, too. But I don’t know how to make this work.” He tucks a wayward lock of hair behind my ear. “My life is in Sycamore Mountain. And you need to be here with Pops. Going back home knowing the one girl I want is states away will be torment enough. If we sleep together, it’ll be sheer agony.”

He’s right. I drop my forehead to his shoulder and try to ignore the throbbing between my legs.

“At least there’s a silver lining to all of this. I still have my manhood intact.”

Pulling back, I try to understand what he’s eluding to.

“When I dream about you, it’s a struggle not to blow my load too quickly.” He shakes his head self-consciously. “Hell, I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” His head falls back, and he stares up at the stars. “Whenever I picture you with your lips around my dick, as soon as those magical green eyes look up at me… I’m done.”

All I can do is sit here blinking at him. Is he for real? “You picture me sucking you off?” I whisper. The smile this brings to my lips is ridiculous.

“What have I got to do to get through to you, woman?” He shakes me for added effect. “I’ve been jacking off to you since I was seventeen.” He reaches out to grasp each of my breasts in his hands. “These tits, those eyes, and pouty red lips. Your fair skin and sexy hair.” Matt lets go of my chest and slides his arms around me, squeezing my butt cheeks. “But this ass. Oh, fuck, what I want to do to this ass.”

My hand flies to my mouth. I’m utterly shocked by his admission. That long ago, he’d been touching himself while thinking of me, while I was likely doing the same. But I had to acknowledge, whether he was returning home or not, I wasn’t going to be able to stop fantasizing about him.

“Matt?”

“Yeah?” he asks, nipping at the skin behind my ear.

“Whether you’re back in Sycamore Mountain or not, you’ll still be starring in all of my dirty dreams.”

He stills.

“I think it’s noble of you not to want to take me to bed and then leave. But, couldn’t we at least have something visual to replay once you’re gone?”

“Ellie?”

“Yes?”

“Will you still respect me tomorrow if I eat you out in my truck?”

If the laugh that escapes me doesn’t turn him off, nothing will. “Only if you do a good job. No one’s ever done that before, and I’m hoping you’ll live up to the hype.”

I’m nearly catapulted to the ground as Matt pushes me off of him, jumps from the tailgate of the truck, and opens the door to the back seat. Rushing back for me, he scoops me up and carries me, my legs wrapping around him as he cradles my ass in his firm grip.

I slide back along the bench seat of his truck. Wow, it’s surprising how much room there is back here.

“Lie down, beautiful,” Matt encourages.

I nervously comply, lifting my head to watch him as he flips up my green sundress to find the one pair of lacy underwear I own. His eyes sparkle as he lowers them down my legs. Once he has them off, he looks down at me with a hunger I’ve never seen from anyone before. Most of my sexual experiences have occurred when either one or both parties were a little intoxicated. I keep having to bite my lip to ensure this is actually happening.

“Uh, don’t try pulling any fifty shades kink and tucking those in your back pocket for later. I’m gonna need those back.” I giggle.

“Damn,” he replies before rubbing his hand over the stiff column beneath the zipper of his shorts.

Gah, I wish we were just throwing caution to the wind tonight. I’d give anything to know what it feels like to have him inside me. This thought is cut short as Matthew grabs each of my thighs and yanks me closer to him.

“One rule.”

“There are rules?” I tease.

“Yes. You cannot look at me.”

“Are you for real right now?”

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