Page 34 of Missing Pieces (Men of Manhattan 3)

"That's why I'm coming in with you." He ducked down and suddenly the rain wasn't falling on us anymore. He laid me gently in the backseat and closed the door behind us.

I could still hear the rain falling against the roof but everything seemed muted now that we weren't standing in it.

It looked like he wanted to say something, but I was way past talking. I needed him to touch me. I needed his fingers, his mouth, his cock, whatever he was willing to give me. I spread my thighs apart, not embarrassed at all. Because I could tell his desires matched my own.

He put his hand on the inside of my thigh and slowly slid it up, stopping right below the hem of my jeans shorts. "You're beautiful, Hailey. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?"

"I don't need flattery." I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him toward me. "I need you to fuck me."

His lips crashed back down on mine. The hand that was on my thigh moved to the button of my shorts. In a matter of seconds he was pulling them down my legs. Without any hesitancy he thrust a finger deep inside of me.

Oh God.

He slid another one inside of me, stretching me wide. His fingers were amazing, but I wanted more. I needed him. I wanted all of him.

I reached for the button on his shorts, but he stopped my hand.

"I don't have a condom."

Shit. "I still want to please you." I could see the fabric straining around his erection. The evidence that he wanted me was all over his face too. I tried to reach for him again, but he stopped me.

He lifted my hand above my head, leaned over me, and lightly bit my earlobe.

Fuck yes.

"It's okay, Hails," he whispered in my ear. "I just want to see you come." He moved his thumb to my clit and started massaging it while his fingers started to thrust even faster.

And I wanted to let go. But not like this. I hadn't been dreaming of his fingers. I was so horny that I couldn't even be embarrassed by anything that spilled out of my mouth. "I'm on birth control. I'm clean. Please, Tyler, I need you."

"Are you sure?"

"If I don't feel you inside of me I'm going to internally combust."

He let go of my hand. This time when I started to unbutton his shorts he didn't stop me. I let my fingers run down his happy trail and dip beneath the waistline of his boxers. I wrapped my hand around his erection. God, he was huge. He was going to feel so amazing inside of me. I started to pump up and down his length with my hand.

"Fuck. This isn't going to work," he groaned.

"W

hat?" For a second I thought I had done something wrong as he pulled away from me.

"The angle. Get on top of me, " he said as he shoved his boxers to the ground. His cock stood at attention, just waiting for me.

I had never had sex anywhere but a bed. I had never had sex with someone I had known less than a week. And I had never had sex without at condom. But no one had ever looked at me the way he was looking at me either. And I had never been this wet in my life. And I had never wanted something so badly before.

I sat up and lifted one of my thighs across his legs, straddling him in the backseat of a car on the side of a highway.

He pushed my wet tank top and bra up past my breasts and took one of my nipples in his mouth. It was like it had a direct line to my groin. I closed my eyes as I felt his hands grip my waist. He slowly lowered me onto him, sliding into me inch by inch.

"You're so fucking tight," he said against my breasts as his fingers tightened on my waist.

I had never felt this full. I let the sensation overcome me as I gripped his shoulders. God, I couldn't move. I couldn't even think. I let him guide my hips up and down, setting the pace. The wonderful, wonderful pace. Nothing had ever felt this amazing before. I dipped my fingers beneath the back of his wet shirt and down his muscular back. His skin was so smooth. We were a tangle of wet clothes and limbs. I had never experienced anything so sexy in my life.

His mouth moved to my other nipple. His tongue swirled around, teasing me, turning my nipples into hard peaks. I could feel myself tightening around him. Oh God, not yet. This couldn't end yet. "Stop, you're going to make me come." I felt him smile against my breast.

"I want you to come, Hailey. I want to make you come a thousand times."

Jesus Christ, where had his dirty mouth come from?

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