Page 62 of Off Limits

He lies back and lets me work, only stopping me to reach in his front pocket and pull out a condom. I peel his jeans and boxer briefs down enough to free him, and he hisses in a breath when I palm his hot, heavy cock, giving it a few leisurely strokes.

But I don’t want to waste any time. I don’t know if he brought more than one condom with him, but if he did, we might be able to go for a twofer depending on how long we can stand the cold. Maybe the second time can be in the cab if we get tired of lying on the thin padding of a sleeping bag covering the hard bed of his truck.

I reach for the condom and rip open the package, and Simon laughs as I hold the condom up to get as much light on it as possible, turning it over and trying to figure out which way is the right way.

He plucks it out of my fingers with a smile, his teeth a dim flash of white against the dark scruff of his beard, and rolls it on. “Never put on a condom before?”

Shrugging, I hold up his sheathed cock and raise myself over him. He reaches between us and helpfully pulls my thong even more to the side, making sure it’s out of the way as I line him up and sink down. “Don’t have a dick,” I say, almost breathless from the sensation of him filling me. It’s not new, but I don’t think I’ll ever get over how good he feels.

He grunts, thrusting up to meet me. “I noticed,” he says, his voice dark and gravelly. “I’m glad.”

My laugh is cut off by a soft moan as he thrusts again, his hands on my hips to hold me steady.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “I’ve fucking missed you.”

I roll my hips, and he sighs with pleasure, so I do it again, rocking over him slowly. The bumps of the bed liner dig into my knees, but I don’t care, because the only thing that matters is Simon under me, inside me, around me, with only the stars as witness.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Simon

With her hands braced on my chest, Ellie moves over me, her head thrown back in pleasure, the breeze flirting with strands of her hair and swirling them around her shoulders. Too bad this isn’t a warm summer night, because then she could be topless, and that would be amazing. Not that this isn’t amazing, because it fuckingis.

Every time with her is amazing.

I slide my hands up under her shirt, cupping her breasts with my hands. She arches into my palms, and I tug the flimsy cups of her bra out of the way. She clearly thought a lot about what to wear tonight, because everything is loose, flowy, stretchy, easy to move aside. Perfect for clandestine fucking in the back of a truck.

Even the neck of this top is loose and drapey, easy to pull down and expose a nipple for me to lick and suck. Curling up, I do just that, which makes her move just a little faster, her hands gripping my head, her hair tickling my cheeks as she bends her head over mine, soft cries of, “Yes, yes, fuck, don’t stop,” falling from her lips.

So I don’t stop. As if I even could.

Sitting up fully, I claim her mouth, my tongue seeking hers as she continues moving over me. I need more. We both need more. With my hands on her hips, I help her, pulling and pushing and lifting and going faster, harder, both of us working together to chase the bliss that’s waiting, tantalizing me on the edges of my awareness, barreling closer the faster she moves.

When I come, it’s like getting struck by lightning and hit by a truck at the same time. Heat zips down my spine, my muscles contracting and shuddering involuntarily, the force of my orgasm slamming into me, through me, and it takes all my strength to stay upright.

Ellie sags against me, her head lolling on my shoulder, and I release the punishing grip I have on her ass, slowly straightening my fingers.

She lets out a quiet chuckle, the answering contractions in her pussy making me hiss as she ripples around my oversensitive dick. Lifting her head, she places a soft kiss on my lips before rising on her knees.

I quickly grip the base of the condom, moving out from under her and up on my knees so I can deal with it.

Cleanup accomplished, I refasten my jeans and turn to find Ellie straightening her top and wrapping her jacket tightly around herself. She looks up at me and grins, her features little more than a mix of shadow and lightness in the starlight, wiggling like she’s cold.

“C’mere,” I tell her, lying back down, pulling the blanket over us when she snuggles into me.

She lets out a contented sigh, and we both stare up into the cold, clear night in silence.

“Cal invited me to come to your parents’ place after the game this weekend,” I say softly after a few minutes.

Ellie shifts against me. “Did he?”

“Yeah.” I turn my head to look at her, but the dim light of the stars and sliver of moon aren’t enough to illuminate the finer points of her expression, so I can’t tell what she’s thinking.

“Did he tell you that Autumn and I will be there too?”

I clear my throat. “He mentioned you’d be driving his car down for him, and that we’d all ride back together, but he didn’t say your roommate was coming.”

She makes an exasperated sound. “Figures,” she mutters, shaking her head. “He didn’t mention you’d be tagging along.”

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