Page 116 of Dove
I rocked forward tentatively, self-conscious of the fact I was all but humping him.
Josh didn’t seem to mind as he nosed at my neck, inhaling deep. “Fuck, you always smell so good.” I gasped as he bit down on the curve where my neck met my shoulder, his lips grazing the hurt as he muttered, “Good enough to eat.” He hummed against my skin as if the thought pleased him. “I just might do that,” he considered, “but first I want to hear you gasping as you ride my fingers, begging me for my mouth. I want to know you want it as much as I do.”
My hips faltered from the rhythm they’d gained. “Josh?—”
“Too late, little dove.Youcrawled intomylap. Now let me get you off.”
I gasped as he unzipped my shorts and tugged them down so fast, I didn’t even have time to protest. The position I was in made it impossible for him to take them all the way off, so they ended up rucked around my thighs, bunched up just under my ass. I shivered, feeling exposed sitting halfway to naked in Josh’s lap even though no one would be able to see that my shorts were pulled down.
They sure would see I was in his lap, though.
His fingers had me forgetting my worries of being seen as they teased along my panty line, had my thoughts blanking altogether as his rough, short nails scraped the sensitive skinof my abdomen, coaxing a flutter from deep within. When he nudged my hips back further against the steering wheel I obeyed easily, allowing those wandering fingers to slip under the fabric and slide through dense curls until he was circling swollen, needy flesh.
I shook with relief, burying my face into his shoulder as my fingers curled into the seat behind him as pleasure flit through me with each delicate yet firm press of his fingers. My hips gave an aborted thrust into his hand as he slid through my folds, teasing,torturing.
“Keep those hips moving,” he ordered, voice thick as smoke in my ear. “I told you I want you riding my fingers.”
I tilted my head up to peek through the window in the back of his truck, relieved to see no one coming, and rolled my hips forward. A tiny moan escaped as his fingers delved lower, rubbing at the slickness gathering with each rock of my hips. When he finally slipped one inside me, I shuddered, immediately needing it deeper.
“God, Dove, the sounds you make,” he groaned into my neck, breath ghosting across the sensitive skin under my ear. “You look so gorgeous like this, riding my hand, fucking yourself on my fingers.”
My eyes squeezed tight as heat engulfed me at his words. No one had ever talked to me like Josh did when we did this; sweet, kind Josh who had never so much as raised his voice at me. The way he talked was a seductive fire, burning me in the best way.
His words gave me courage to shift my hips down along the wide palm of his hand to seek the release I desperately needed, but the angle made it difficult for him to go any deeper. He teased at my entrance, adding another finger, and a whine escaped me at the stretch; Josh had large hands and thick fingers, but they still weren’t enough to hit the spot I ached for them to find from this position.
A tiny huff escaped me as pleasure and frustration mixed.
“Something wrong, baby?” Josh’s other hand threaded through my hair, pulling me back from where I’d been burrowed in his neck so I could meet his hooded, lust-filled eyes.
I shook my head, not wanting to voice what the problem was, or what I really wanted. Josh was the one with the explicit, graphic words. Not me.
“Don’t lie to me.” Josh twined my hair up in his fist, and tugged, creating tension, forcing me to look up towards the roof and bare my throat to him. He leaned forward to lick a line up my neck before biting down. Shocked, a whimper fell from my lips as the flare of pain combined with the ecstasy his fingers were still wringing from me.
“Tell me what you need, Dove,” he breathed the words into my neck, summoning goosebumps to erupt over my stinging skin. “Tell me what you need fromme.”
“Deeper,” I panted, throat bobbing as I swallowed past the tautness. “I need deeper.”
“What do you say?” His fingers inside me stilled. When I didn’t immediately answer him, he started to pull them out.
“Please,”I all but sobbed as Ipushed myself back down on his fingers, tightening my legs around him, hating the empty feeling they left behind. My body was charged and electrified, so close to the edge, butnot quite there. “Please, Josh, I needmore.”
“That's a good girl, telling me what she needs,” he whispered approvingly before he pulled me in for a filthy kiss that had me forgetting where we were as his tongue swept past my lips to lick in deep. My hands moved from the seat to his shoulders so I could wrap around him and hold on tight.
A muffled gasp of surprise left me as the world tilted abruptly, and my back hit the seat with enough force to draw a creak from the worn vinyl. His free hand caressed down my barehip, leaving a rousing tingle in its path, to push my shorts and underwear fully down my legs so they wouldn’t be in his way.
I forced myself to break our kiss, turning my head to the side. “Josh. Anyone could pass by.”
He ignored me in favor of peppering sucking kisses down my throat, beard tickling my skin as he worked his way towards the vee of my shirt. Just as his mouth closed over my nipple though fabric, he pressed his fingers in deep and curled them, causing stars to shoot across my vision as my eyes rolled back in my head.
Suddenly I didn’t carewhosaw us so long as he kept hitting that spot that had me writhing beneath him. I adjusted my legs to sprawl around his larger frame, causing one of my feet to fall into the footwell, which gave me better leverage. I planted my foot and lifted my hips, allowing his fingers to keep brushing over that spot that had me quaking every time he grazed it.
My chest heaved with gasps as Josh worked my nipples into hard buds beneath my bra, until I was contemplating pulling itandmy shirt off altogether. His mouth through fabric was a tease, and I longed to feel it on my skin. Before I lost my head enough to say screw it and reach down to yank it off, he moved on, rucking up my shirt to press traveling kisses from my navel to my hips, getting dangerously low.
My fingers threaded through his hair and tugged gently to get his attention. When our eyes met, I rasped, “Zeke and Rev are coming?—”
“The only one I care about coming right now is you.”
“But—"
