Page 58 of Haunted Hearts
“That wet for me, huh,” I remark, feigning surprise as I shuck my shirt off. “That’s good. That’ll come in handy when I impale you on my dick in a second. But beautiful, can you reach the glove box? I think there’s a?—”
“No.”
I quirk an eyebrow at her. “I was going to say condom.”
“I know. I don’t want the condom. You said there’s nothing between us now, so that’s what I want when you’re inside me, too. I want to feel every single inch of you.”
Her lips are set in such a determined line that it almost makes me smile. But I hold her gaze for another moment, wanting her to be certain. “You sure?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
I grin at her. “Okay then.”
With a growl, I push her back against the steering wheel and hook my finger inside the strip of panty that goes between her legs, pulling it to the side. Her sweet wetness is already dripping onto my fingers, and I slide a little of it around her opening before bringing my fingers to my mouth to suck them. Fisting my cock, I rub the tip against her entrance, feeling the warm slide of her wetness as I groan. I want her to feel how much I want her.
“Will,” Lydia pants. “I need you in me.”
I need me in her, too.
Wrapping my hands around her delicate waist, I lift her hips, lining her entrance up over the head of my cock. And then I sink into her, pulling her back down onto my lap, feeling the hug of her pussy around my length as she wraps her arms around me. She leans forward, shifting her weight onto her knees so she can ride me. I’m struck by just how close we are. No clothes. No inhibitions. No fucking latex. There’s just me, her, and the sound of our heavy breathing in the pickup cab, her heart next to mine.
“You ride me so good, Lydia.” I bite back a groan as she slides herself up and down on my shaft. “Youloveme so good. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, butfuck. If you keep that up…”
I bite my lip, resisting the urge to take her by the waist again and slam myself into her. But she hasn’t come yet, and I’m pretty sure I just told her we’re not leaving this truck until she does. I’ve gotta ease up.
Grabbing her ass cheeks, I slow the rise and fall of her hips, leaning in to kiss her deeply. Then, my mouth still on hers, I say, “You came on my fingers, beautiful. You even came in mymouth. But now I want to see you come on my dick with nothing in between us.”
I open the door of the cab and, my hands under her ass and my dick still sheathed inside her, I walk my feet so they’re hanging out of the cab and shift my lap so Lydia’s bare back is to the open door.
Lydia tenses. The night air must be cold on her skin because she’s suddenly covered in goosebumps. “Will, what the fuck?—”
“You trust me, right?”
Lydia’s eyes search mine, but she nods.
“Then go with it. I’m going to make you feel like no one ever fucking has, and I can’t do it all cramped like this. I need space to ravage you properly.”
I hear what I think is a laugh as I step down from the cab, one arm holding Lydia tight against my body, and carry her around to the back of the pickup. Then, sliding my glistening cock out of her, I throw her over one shoulder and flip the hatch down.
“Holy shit, Will,” Lydia giggles. From where she hangs over my shoulder, she reaches down to slap my bare ass. “This is insane. Your jeans are around your thighs. If you trip and drop me, I swear to god?—”
“I’m not gonna drop you,” I growl.
With one hand, I shake out the flannel blanket I keep folded in the back and smooth it out over the hatch. Gently, I set Lydia’s ass down on the back of the truck. I suck in a breath. She’s fully naked, and her legs are slightly spread, putting her pussy on full display in front of my face. Her cunt looks pink and wet and delicious, but there’ll be plenty of hours for me to spend with my head between Lydia’s legs. Right now, I need to feel our bodies entwined. And I think she needs it too, because she tugs at my arm to pull me up onto the hatch with her.
She lies back onto the blanket, and I hover over her, my knees on either side of her hips. And when her fingers clasparound my ass cheeks, pulling me into her once again, I groan with relief. Every second I have to spend outside of Lydia’s body tonight is torture. I need her close to me, need to know that she feels loved. Protected. Cherished.
Lydia runs her hands along my back, traces my shoulder blades, as I thrust in and out of her. The night is cool, but our bodies and blood are hot, pulsing, the moon our own private spotlight. I bring my mouth to Lydia’s again, kissing her hungrily and loving the way she writhes under me.
But now I mean business.
“Legs up, beautiful.” I pause my thrusting long enough to roll Lydia’s hips up, bringing her feet toward her head. “I want to be as deep in you as humanly possible while I work your clit.”
Lydia does as she’s told, throwing her legs over my shoulders so that every time I thrust I’m shoving in all the way to the hilt. And all the while, I’m stroking her clit, tracing little circles around it like I know she likes. Lydia’s bucking her hips against me, and more than once I feel her shudder. She feels so good I can feel my own orgasm building, but I’ve got to hang on. Got to make sure she gets there. So I keep on. In. Circle. Out. Circle.
Her breaths are getting faster. The muscles in her pelvis tense. “Will, I’m going to?—”
And then she shatters.
