Page 73 of Seven Year Itch
“Yes,” she pants, aching for relief.
She inhales sharply as I press myself inside of her, inch by inch, until I’m hunched over and balls-deep into her slick heat.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I grunt, grinding in and out of her at a slow, delirious pace. My vision blurs as I fight with my consciousness to not completely lose myself in the sensation overload happening on my cock.
She moans a delectable sound in the small cab of my truck as she attempts to rock back into me, clearly wanting more than what I’m giving her.
I grip the back of the seat as my body shudders with uncontrolled need. I hold her trussed-up arms by the straps, pulling her back as I thrust deep inside of her, hitting even deeper than before. She cries out, throwing her head back as much as she can with herlimbs otherwise engaged. Her dress rides up midback, exposing the underside of her crushed breasts, and the sight of it all ignites a fire in me, and I feel my control snap.
I pound into her, my pace relentless as our bodies grow slick with sweat. I grip the front seat to keep my balance as I feel my climax growing closer and closer.
She screams my name, and I think I scream hers, but my mind is too busy whirring from the intensity of it all. Her scent, her voice, the feel of her skin as I grip her ass. My eyes close tight, and my muscles throb as I continue at a grueling pace while the blood rushing through my shaft feels unbearable. I fold over top of her, covered in sweat as the windows of my truck fog up.
“Ahhh!” Dakota screams, and I feel her center grip and pulse over my length, her orgasm catching me off guard.
I quickly slip the straps off her, and she instantly pulls her hands up, bracing herself on the bench as I continue slamming into her sweet cunt.
I use the opportunity to grab a handful of her breasts, pulling her up on her knees. Her hand streaks across the foggy glass as I thrust upward, and her cries catapult me over the edge as heat floods to my tip and I come, filling the condom with pulsating shocks of ecstasy.
Slick with sweat, I release her, my knees screaming as I drop back into my seat and glance over at her. No wonder I came so quickly. Look at her.
The dazed look in her eyes. The flush of her cheeks. Her wild hair and frantic breathing. It’s all so goddamn hot. And then I notice the soft smile, as if she’s completely sated. I like that look on her. Maybe a bit too much because I want to make her look that way again and again and again.Fuck.
She pulls her dress down and twists around, straightening herself up as I slip the condom off and wrap it into a napkin I retrieve from the door.
I catch her rubbing her wrists and frown when I see faint red marks. “Fuck, did I hurt you?”
I grab her hands to inspect for myself, and she shakes her head, trying to pull free from my hold. “I’m fine, I swear.”
“Are you sure?” My eyes find hers as nerves fire off in my belly.
“I’m positive.” She bites her lip, and a bashful look casts over her face before she erupts into a laugh.
“What’s so funny?”God, I want to kiss her.
“I really don’t know whylambchopis my safe word.” She pushes away the hair stuck to her face and wipes at her eyes. “I think I need therapy.”
My shoulders shake as I laugh with her. “I think I know what you need.”
Chapter 23
Change of Plan
Dakota
“I think we should be friends with benefits,” Calder says as he drives down the interstate that leads back to Boulder.
“But... we’re not friends,” I blurt out as I turn to look at him to make sure he hasn’t been possessed by a demon.
He shrugs. “Semantics.”
My mouth opens and closes over and over like one of those silly singing bass wall hangings. He’s got to be messing with me right now, right? He doesn’t sleep with women more than once... at least not on purpose. “So instead of being my wingman, you want to be my fuck buddy?”
“If you’re intent on a label, you can call usenemies with benefits.” He smiles like he’s casually talking about the weather. “It’s honestly genius because if you’re friends with benefits, feelings are bound to get involved because you both already like each other. You hating me makes this much easier.”
“Don’t you think we need to get along for something like this to actually work?”
“Got along just fine ten minutes ago.” Calder shoots me a dark look that I feel squarely between my legs. “Just consider me your emotionally distant genital masseuse.”
