Page 50 of Hearts on the Table
There was a split-second pause when our breaths sucked in and hung in the air between us. She blinked up at me, panting and wide-eyed from the bucket seat.
“Shit. Are you okay?” I practically dove in, only registering her bubble of hysterical laughter once I was on my knees.
“Ohh-h-h! My God!” She pealed, clutching at her chest. I pried her hands off, sweeping palms across her back to make sure she was all in one piece.
“You good?” I repeated. She snorted.Snorted. And then, I was laughing, too, shaking with it. I’d dumped her ass into her car. My chest hurt I was laughing so hard, and a cramp clenched in my belly. Tears rolled down her face. I pressed my grin into her thigh.
“I’m s-so sorry,” I wheezed. “Oh, shit. One minute you were there and the next-t…” I stuttered, losing myself to an all-consuming guffaw that set off a chain reaction of her snort-laughs.
“I-I’m o-kay!” She petted at my face, still trying to hold herself together. I hadn’t laughed like that in a long time, and usually never with anyone aside from my brothers and Tiago. Maybe Blake.
“Really, I’m fine, I’m fine,” she repeated, calming down. Our eyes met in the dim glow of the car’s interior light. Gravel dug into my knees. And then, we both seemed to realize how close my face was to her pussy.
I couldn’t help how my fingers grazed softly over the skin of her thighs, just below where her shorts ended. The spandex did absolutely nothing to deter me. I would rip it to shreds in seconds. Above me, Lainey’s eyes darkened as if she knew it, too.
“My place is closer,” she whispered. As she leaned forward to capture my lips, I realized she’d already said that, right before her topple. I was tempted, so damn tempted. I could still feel how she moved against me when I’d pressed her up against that wall. It was like a phantom limb. I’d never forget it.
“I…Sweetheart…” She peppered kisses across my cheeks. Goddammit. “Wait.” I held her wrists. “You have surgery tomorrow. We can’t do this now.”
“Why don’t you let me worry about the surgery tomorrow?” Her hands were in my hair, mouth on mine. My walls were nearly ready to crumble when she started reeling me into the car after her. “Or maybe I don’t even want to wait till we get to my place.”
But no.No.Not like this. I broke away, despite her hands in the collar of my shirt. “When I fuck you for the first time, I’m going to have a bed, and hours to spend on you.”
“Sam—”
I shook my head, willing myself not to get caught up in the way she sighed my name like she’d die without me. “Our first time will not be in your car, Lainey. Not after everything else that’s happened today.”
“I—” She stopped herself, biting her lip even as her hand skimmed down my torso. She gripped the hem of my shirt, stretching the cotton.
“What, Sweetheart? Tell me.” I didn’t want this to be over, even though I knew it was. At least for tonight.
“I feel like…I need…” A little sound left her mouth. Frustration and something else. Her hand caught my wrist, sliding my fingers to the apex of her thighs. She gasped as soon as I made contact, head lifting like she was thanking the Gods.
She wasn’t alone. “Fuck, Lainey.”
She was soaked. So hot and wet, I could feel it through the flimsy fabric of her shorts. My thumb circled her and her hips swiveled on their own, like she couldn’t stop herself. I rested my forehead on her leg once more, trying to get my head straight without letting up on the pressure and rhythm that had set her moaning.
“You need it, Honey?” I whispered, dragging my cheek against the delicate skin of her thigh. The muscle jerked and I couldn’t help myself. My teeth sank into her, right where the stretchy fabric met miles and miles of tanned skin. She gasped and strained against me. No.Towards me. Like she wanted more. I licked around the indentations I’d made, wanting to preserve them forever. A flag planted in new territory. This one ismine.
“Sam, please, Sam,” she chanted, gripping the short strands of my hair. She was getting even wetter, if that was possible, and my plans for a silent, strained drive back to my apartment, alone, were disappearing out the window.
No, I wouldn’t fuck her here. The first time I was inside her, I wanted a mattress, not a stitch of clothing between us, and plenty of time to enjoy it. But there were a lot of shades of gray in between fucking her for hours and biting her leg in a parking lot.
Jesus, I was a dog. An absolute piece of trash. But, fuck me, she loved it, fingernails sinking into my wrist like she was planting a flag of her own, locking my fingers right between her legs.
“Come on.” I urged her up and back between the front seats. She whined when my fingers left her, but I refused to do this hanging halfway out of the car. “Stretch out for me, Sweetheart.” She finally got the message, scrambling to the back. I slammed the door, adjusting myself before opening the back door and climbing in after her. The air compressed when the door thudded shut.
“I’ve never had sex in a car before.” She grinned, grabbing for me. She wouldn’t today, either. At least not in the traditional sense, but my mouth was too occupied to tell her that. It was tight, but we managed to wedge ourselves in, propping her up in the corner with one of my legs hanging off the seat to brace on the floorboard. She gasped when I pressed against her, chest to chest.
Her hips arched into me, hardening my cock even more, which shouldn’t have been possible. But I was crammed into the back seat of a car like a horny teenager, so my body might as well act like it. Enclosed with her here, without the threat of security cameras or interruptions, all the teasing and savoring I’d indulged in earlier evaporated. It smelled like her here: Lainey and sweat and sex. My mouth watered.
“Sam, God…” She sighed, hands dragging through my hair as I shifted my body against hers. Down, down, down. Her shorts peeled off quickly. No underwear. She was bare and smooth. Glistening.
“Look at you. Goddamn.” I eased a finger between her folds. Her hips bucked. I wanted to make her make that noise again. That groaning plea that completely undid me. I circled her, fingers growing wet.
“Sam!” she screamed when I lapped at her, moaning at the taste. Sweet, wet, salt. Her legs threatened to close around my head as her hips churned. Her shrieks and moans filled the car, the only sounds I wanted to hear until the day I died. I speared my tongue into her over and over.
The way she moved made me want to shove my reservations out into the parking lot and bury myself in her. She was already begging for it, her sweet cries asking me again and again to get inside her,now, please God, Sam.I shifted, sucking on her little bud, shoving a finger inside. She was slick, ready. I added another, pumping in and out, holding on as she bucked.
