Page 11 of Her True Blue
“I’m glad I get to be with you for your first.”
Me, too.
I didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this. My heart clamors loudly in my chest, ready to jump through my throat from the spectacular lights and music display I just witnessed. My jaw hurts from staying wide open from all the ‘Ooohs’ and ‘Ahhhs’ I’ve mumbled over the last thirty minutes.
“Ready to go?” Cord finishes folding up the blanket as I say goodbye to Lara, who I’ve made plans with to get together for coffee sometime in the coming week.
Nodding my head in agreement, I take the blanket from his arms, placing my hand in his. It seems so strange that this is only our first date. It seems I’ve known him for years and the way I feel about him this soon is crazy.
Something about Cord speaks to my heart. The physical and emotional connection I have with him is so strong, so powerful, it lights up my soul brighter than any fireworks show in the world.
We get to his car and he follows me to the passenger side, opening the door but crowding me in against the frame before I can get in.
“Jordana,” he murmurs in my ear, his chest pressed against my back, as he spins me around to face him, arms locked above me, caging me in. “Tell me if I’m coming on too strong or crossing the line here, darlin’. Tell me to back off if it’s not what you want.”
Clutching at the hem of his shirt, I pull him closer, tilting my head at an angle so my lips meet his. I instigate the kiss, but he takes charge and deepens it. Slipping my fingers underneath the material, I slide them up over his taut stomach, enjoying the sensation as they clench and ripple under my touch. I fan them out over his rib cage, my index finger toying with the round of his nipple.
Cord sucks in a gasp, then nips at my bottom lip, his body seeking friction as his pelvis thrusts into me.
“This is exactly what I want, Cord. I want this with you.”
He grunts and throws his head back to the night sky. “Thank you, Jesus.”
I laugh as he speedily shuts the door and sprints around the hood of the car, starting it up and expediently guiding the car out of the parking lot and onto the main road.
As we near the house, he gives me a side-glance, as if to make sure I’m still with him. That I haven’t changed my mind. I bite down on my lip and lean over the console, planting my hand on the thick of his thigh, before dragging it up to the bulge in his pants.
We’d been discussing guns earlier in the evening with his brother, so I decide to use that and turn it into a dirty analogy.
“You know, I’d love to demonstrate my gun owner safety tips with you,” I purr with a sly smile, roughly stroking his erection. “Make sure you know how to use it properly so that it doesn’t go offunexpectedlyat the wrong time.”
His groan echoes through the car as I unbutton and unzip his pants, sliding my hand inside to find the head of his cock poking through the waistband of his briefs. I lick my lips, setting his cock free by adjusting the material down and fist the smooth crown that glistens with sticky drops of his pre-cum.
My analogy is clear and needs no explanation. He knows exactly what I mean and what I mean to do. I run a finger over his slit and bring it to my lips, sucking it off my finger seductively and getting my first taste of Cord Clawson.
“See? This is what I mean. It’s imperative to keep your service weapon cocked, loaded and clean at all times.”
Cord seems stunned as he puts the car in park and turns off the engine, the house lights above my garage casting a dim glow through the windshield. The rest of my neighborhood is dark, not a person around. Taking advantage of the situation, I unbuckle my seat belt and lean over the center, going in for the kill.
I wrap my lips around his shaft, sucking and licking the smooth flesh into my mouth, paying extra attention to the sweet dip of the crown and then licking the underside of his cock.
He grips the steering wheel in one fist and the other he places on the back of my head with a groan.
“Oh Christ. That feels too good. Too fucking good.”
I reach a hand over to the side of his seat, fumbling with the buttons until I find the one to recline his seat, giving myself more room to do my dirty work as he unbuckles his seat belt. The head of his cock is large, his girth even thicker, all of it a challenge to fit in my mouth, but I do my best.
Opening wide, I suck him in deep, each time he hits the back of my throat, I gag just a little as he lets out a sound that makes it all worthwhile.
“Darlin’,” he drawls with a pant, as he slides out of my mouth leaving me empty and pouting. “I may know a lot about guns, but I’m about to embarrass myself by aiming and shooting in that pretty mouth of yours too soon. I’d rather shoot at another target, if you know what I mean.”
I sit up, adjusting my dress and wiping at the corners of my mouth. I can still taste his salty musk on my tongue.
“Hmm. I like the sound of that. Let’s go inside and do some target practice, shall we?”
“Oh fuck. Yes, we shall.”
Cord
