Page 98 of Bottle Shock
She looks at me, confused, her brows drawing in. “How can you help?—”
Before she can finish her sentence, I take the next exit—notat all part of the plan. A detour. I can’t take it anymore.
“What are you doing?” she asks, laughing.
The timing worked out perfectly because it’s mostly farmland. I pull alongside the river, concealed by overgrown trees, no cars in sight.
“I’m breaking the rules.” I press the release button on her seatbelt, wrap my arm around her waist, and pull her toward me, over the middle console.
She giggles and squeals, but the minute our bodies make contact, she falls right into place, thighs on either side of my legs, arms crossed around my neck, chest flush with mine. Not wasting another second, my lips crash into hers.
It’s like I was dying—like I was seconds away from losing my goddamn mind unless I touched her, tasted her, kissed her, felt her body against mine.
My hands scramble, roaming all over her—the dip in herwaist, the curve of her perky little ass, the line of her spine. All of me lights up at once.
Our tongues tangle, hers meeting mine with just as much enthusiasm. I expected her to pull away, to slow us down, to push back, but she’s right here with me, like she needs me as badly as I need her. And fuck, I hope so. We kiss, time pausing, just our breaths passing between us, lost in one another.
I don’t care that we’re in public, that anyone could catch us—that rational part of my brain died the moment I took this exit.
My hands circle around her neck, untying the flimsy little string barely holding her top together. And like I’m unwrapping a present, the top unravels, her breasts falling out. My mouth immediately salivates.
“Be a good wife and feed me those tits,” I rasp, my control hanging on by a thread.
She pushes her chest to me, rising to shove her breasts in my face.
This must be heaven. Surrounded by her soft, pillowy wonders. I could live in here, die in here, spend the rest of my fucking life within the confines of her perfect breasts.
My hands grab a handful of each, massaging, pinching, flicking at her pebbled nipples. I give each one a suck, a bite, a tug with my teeth, my tongue circling the darkened rosy skin. Her back arches into me, lips spilling a tangle of moans and sighs. And I wonder if I can make her cum like this.
The warmth of her pussy surrounds my cock, grinding over the hardness of my erection, and despite our clothes, I can feel the moisture building at her center.
“Someone’s eager,” she teases.
I swirl my tongue over the pulse in her neck, sucking on it. “You have no idea.”
She giggles, her head falling back, giving me more access to the creamy expanse of her throat, as her fingersfiddle with my belt, undoing it, unbuttoning my jeans, and slipping her hand inside my boxer briefs.
“You’re so hard,” she muses, her hand wrapping around my length.
“I’m always hard for you.” It’s the pathetic truth and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
Her warm breath dusts over my ear, her sexy voice a soft whisper. “Let me help you with that. What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t take care of my husband’s needs?”
Before I can comprehend what’s happening, she’s scooted off me, knees resting on the passenger seat, ass perched in the air, body sprawled over the center console, and her head bent over my lap.
“Scottie, you don’t have to.”
She looks up at me through her lashes, her tongue running over her top lip. “But I want to. I want to please you.”
I brush my thumb over her temple, smoothing her hair back. “Being next to you pleases me.”
She shakes her head, a wicked little smile settling on her lips. “Just sit back and relax while I suck your cock. I want your cum in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
Jesus Christ. How can I say no to that? It should be a sin how good it sounds hearing her delicate, smooth voice say the filthiest things.
She pulls at my briefs, reaching for my cock. It springs free, a bead of pre-cum sitting at the tip. When her mouth settles over the head, sucking up that bit of moisture, I nearly blow my load. The tight, wet heat of her mouth, the way her cheeks are hollowed, lips puffy—it’s a fucking sight, and one I’ll have at the forefront of my mind the next time I jerk my cock to thoughts of Scottie. She’s always beautiful, but she’s a fucking sight to behold with my cock in her mouth.
Her mouth eases up, a dribble of saliva gathering in thecorner of her lips as her gaze meets mine. So goddamn gorgeous.
