Page 31 of Spurred On

Confusion fills me, though it shouldn’t, considering the way she’s reacting. “You’re not.”

Her hands grip the front of my vest as she shakes her head. “Not even a little. You had my back.”

A piece of my heart breaks that simply standing up for her would elicit this type of reaction. “I’ll always have your back, sweetheart.” My palm cups her face, my thumb brushing against the soft skin on her cheek. Her lips crash back into mine, and the urgency in the kiss rises.I reach behind me and try to find the handle, desperate to get her out of here.

Breaking the kiss, I turn around and open the door. She hops in without a word, and I hustle to the driver’s seat.

I expect her to let me get the key in the ignition, but the second my ass plants in the seat, she’s reaching over and kissing me over the console. I lose all sense of what I am supposed to be doing; the only thing I can think about is her lips on mine.

She takes me, pulling me closer in stride, and crawls over the center console. Her hips straddle my lap, making it impossible to hide the swell of my cock right now. Her center perfectly lines up over it, delivering the tiniest bit of friction.

My voice comes out in a rough grumble. “You better be careful, or I’m going to end up fucking you in this parking lot.”

She pulls her face back; mischief and fire are written all over her features. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her eyes shine like they are right now. “Would that be so bad?”

“Fuck.” My head is thrown back against my headrest as my resolve starts to melt away. How am I supposed to resist that? How am I supposed to resist her? The way she looks right now. My bones feel like they are on fire.

Her lips find mine again as she rolls her hips, creating the perfect amount of friction for it to feel good. I’ve never come in my pants in my thirty years of life, but I think Ava is on a mission to brand my cock as hers and take home the title. She rocks her hips again as she moans, and the sound causes goosebumps to erupt over my skin.

“Make that sound again,” I command. I feel her smile break out against my lips as she drags herself against me again. “Ava, let me touch you, sweetheart?”

“Please,” she pleads, and my lips move to her neck. My hands roam her body, cupping her ass.

When my hands eventually find her tits, I feel my grip instinctively close over them with a gentle squeeze. “Yes, Mav. More.”

More. Exactly what I want from her.More.

Maybe six months with her won’t be enough. I feel like the more I’m with her, the more I crave her.

Unable to keep my composure, I unbutton the top of her jeans and slide down the zipper. Pulling my head back, I grip my fingers under her chin, guiding her attention back to mine and silently asking for permission. She doesn’t answer, but she nods her head and leans back in.

The windows begin to fog as her breath grows heavier; my hand is a tight fit between the jeans and the zipper. I want to push down her pants, but the blue jeans are glued to her figure. My hand slips down and grazes against her clit. When my fingers circle, I am met with a moan.

“Is that what you wanted, baby?” It’s not nearly enough for me. I want to dive my hand between her legs and feel how wet she is for me. Maybe have a little midnight snack on her pussy. Anything she is willing to give me, I’d take it. “Let me hear you say it, Ava.”

“Yes, Mav.” She places her hands on my shoulders and rocks her hips, my fingers slipping just far enough to get a feel for how wet she is. I wonder how wet she gets after she comes. It becomes my personal mission to find out.

My index finger circles around her clit in small sharp movements. Her breathing grows heavy, making a dense fog cover the windows. If anyone had a question about what we were doing behind my tinted windows, they won’t anymore.

“I need you to come for me, in this truck, for anyone to see.” If they had any doubts about who she belongs to, they won’t after hearing my name being screamed from her lips. “Let everyone know who you belong to.” She may not actually belong to me, but while she’s my wife, she does, and I want everyone on planet Earth to know.

Her voice comes out breathy. “If you can get me off with just a touch of your finger, I will personally deliver you a gold star.” And now I’m even more motivated. Watching her unravel in my hands is one thing, but being rewarded for it? Game on.

My hand slips up her shirt and bra, my free hand circling her pebbled nipple as I pinch. My other hand focuses on her clit, speeding up and applying more pressure, circling around her clit like a fucking Oklahoma tornado. Her body begins to shake, and when her eyes peer into mine, I know she’s close. She didn’t think I could, but I’m about to rock her world with a touch of my finger.

Leaning in, I whisper in her ear, “Come. Now.” The touch of command in my tone sends her over the edge. Her body shudders, and I fight the urge to come. If I am going to come anywhere tonight, it’s going to be in her pretty little cunt.

“Now. I am going to take you back to the hotel, and this time, you’re going to remember every second I spend fucking you.”

Chapter 19

Ava

We crash through the hotel door as a culmination of tangled tongues and bated breaths. This is a terrible idea. I know that, but I can’t stop. I need to know what it feels like to be Mav’s. Really his, even if it’s just this once.

The back of my knees hit our shared bed, and we tumble down. “Let me see you.” Mav’s voice sends a wave of lust through my body. His hands find the hem of my shirt, and he tugs it over my head. His hands slide over my body, and I feel myself come alive. The worries that usually cloud my head are suddenly gone. All of them are quieted by his touch. My head feels airy anticipating what is to come next.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this. To see you like this.” His breathing is as uneven as my own. Little does he know, I know exactly how bad he has wanted this because I have been fighting the same feeling. Ever since he walked out of the shower, he’s been all I could think about. Every bit of what I learn about him only drives me to want to be closer. I’ve never wanted someone like this. It’s all-consuming. Every piece feels a bit better when he touches me. The innocent touches we shared in the past are one thing, but this… This is anything but innocent.

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