Page 59 of That Moment
He does. Both hands, firm and hungry, thumbs flicking across my nipples as I ride him. The sound of skin meeting skin mixes with the ragged rhythm of our breathing.
“Look at you,” he groans, voice strained. “If anyone drives by, they’ll know exactly what you’re doing to me.”
“I don’t care.” My words come out as a gasp as I grind down harder, chasing the friction. “Let them.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, gripping my hips, guiding me faster, deeper. His mouth finds mine again, all teeth and tongue and desperation. The world narrows to the heat between us, the creak of the porch, the low rumble of his voice in my ear.
“You’re gonna make me lose my damn mind,” he growls.
The night could explode around us, but all I feel is him. His hands, his mouth, his rough breaths breaking against my skin. And when he tilts his hips just right and hits that spot again, I realize I might already be gone.
He’s breathing hard now, forehead pressed to mine, each thrust rougher, needier. The chair groans beneath us. His hands grip my hips, guiding, controlling, making me ride him harder. My moans come out uneven, unfiltered, lost in the sound of us.
“Scotty…” My voice cracks. “I’m—God, I’m close.”
“I know, baby.” His voice is gravelly. “I can feel it. You’re squeezing me so tight I can barely think.”
He catches my jaw, kisses me like it hurts to stop, then trails his lips down my neck. His teeth graze the edge of my shoulder, and I cry out, head falling back.
When I start to shudder, he groans against my skin. “Not yet.”
“I—Scotty?—”
“Not. Yet.” The words rumble against my throat. His hands slide lower, and before I can blink, he’s lifting me off his lap. I gasp at the sudden emptiness, at the way he stands with me still in his arms. The chair scrapes back with a thud, forgotten.
“What are you?—”
He turns, setting me on the porch table, the cool wood a shock against my overheated skin. His eyes meet mine, dark and wild. “Couldn’t let that end with me sittin’ down,” he says, voice low and rough. “I need to fuck you the way I’ve been wanting to for years.”
Before I can answer, he flips me, pressing my chest to the table, his body crowding mine from behind. I barely have time to brace before he slides into me again—deep, hard, a single thrust that punches the breath from my lungs.
“Scotty! Fuck, it hurts!”
He groans, hand gripping my hip tight enough to bruise. He grabs a handful of my hair and tugs my head back, his breath hot against my neck. “You like the pain, remember?” His teeth clamp down against my skin, and I cry out, my body pulsing against him.
“So deep.” I groan, trying to accept him.
“Or was that a lie, Adrienne?” Before I realize it, he’s reared his hand back and brought it down hard against my bare ass, the smacking sound startling me. My body responds, a moan tumbling from my lips as I arch my back against him, the sting of the slap and the rough way he’s handling my body making me ache with need.
“Yeah, that’s it. Take me deeper, baby.” He notices the way my body responds, sliding in deeper as he grabs my ass and whispers in my ear how I’m going to take it.
The table creaks under us, his rhythm steady, rough, perfect. Each thrust drives me higher, pushes me further, the friction making sparks explode behind my eyes.
“Fuck,” he growls, voice breaking. “You feel so goddamn good.”
Every word vibrates through me. I can hear the slap of skin, the quiet scrape of the table with each thrust. I grip the edge of the table, knuckles white, every muscle strung tight.
He leans forward until his chest is flush to my back, one arm wrapping around me, hand splaying between my breasts. His other hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back just enough that his mouth finds my ear.
“You know what’s crazy?” His voice is rough and breathless. “I thought getting you out of my system would fix it. But now I just want more.”
I can’t form a thought, can’t say a thing. The only thing I can do is lie here and take every inch of Scotty’s cock as he drives into me over and over again.
“I want to fuck you every damn way you’ll let me. Every room. Every surface.” His thrusts deepen, the sound of his hips hitting mine echoing off the porch. “Will you let me do that to you, baby?”
The thought makes my stomach tighten, my body clench. “Yes,” I pant.
His laugh is a growl. “That’s what I thought you’d say. Already addicted to my cock.”
