“What was I doing in these dreams?” He growls, as I pinch his nipple, and bite down on the lobe of his ear at the same time.
“Fucking me,” I answer, knowing my words are getting to him and intending on making sure I drive him crazy. Somewhere in the back of my mind I marvel that I can be this free with Zander, even after he was such an ass. I’ll think about that tomorrow, tonight I want to be laid a lot. Is it my imagination or did the speed of Zander’s steps pick up? Not my imagination, I think because a second later we’re standing at his truck. He drops me gently to the ground so I’m standing. I lean against the side of the truck bed, and then his lips are on mine and he’s claiming my mouth. I don’t know how long we stand there kissing. I do know when we break away I have to heave oxygen into my system. His hands go to my waist and he’s undoing my belt. I should tell him no. We’re outside and though we’re mostly hidden by his truck and the car beside us, it’s still out in the open. I don’t. Instead, I unlatch his belt and go for the button and zipper next. I want…no, I need him inside of me.
“How was I fucking you, sweetheart? Tell me.” He orders, his voice deep and laced with need. I’m so wet and aroused that I don’t even argue when he pulls my tank top off and I’m standing outside with nothing covering my breasts but a white lace bra. He drapes my tank over the side of his truck and then pushes my pants down off my hips.
For a minute, my nerves get me. Then, I take in the look in his eyes and the need dripping off of him. That’s for me. Me. So I push it away and concentrate only on the here and now and Zander.
“You were eating my pussy, making me come over and over.”
“Does my woman like it when I eat out her sweet, little cunt?”
“God, yes.”
“That’s good to know, but I’m not going to eat you out right now. Do you know why, Hellcat?” He says, and his coarse words stall me. I can’t do anything but shake my head no.
He reaches down and finishes what I started with his pants. Pushing them off his hips, I notice he’s not wearing underwear. Zander always goes commando and I don’t think I truly appreciated that fact until just now. He takes his large, swollen cock into his hand and starts stroking it. My eyes are glued to his movements. I watch him slowly and firmly stroke his cock, moving slowly back and forth. The head of his cock is slick, wet, and glistens under the yellow beam of the outside light that illuminates the parking lot.
“I asked you a question. Answer me, do you know why?”
I couldn’t tear my eyes off his cock if I wanted to. My mouth is dry and I’m dying to touch him. So I reach out my hand to do just that. “No…”
Zander doesn’t let me touch him though. He grabs my hand and uses it to spin me around so I’m pressed against the side of the truck. My hands grip the top of the bed and I hiss at the cold metal feel against my stomach and breasts. His hands roughly pull my underwear down. He pushes against me, his cock slipping in my ass and pushing against the entrance, but not actually going in. His hand comes around and fingers push inside my pussy. I gasp at the intrusion and tighten my inner muscles against them, trying to ride.
“I didn’t eat out this sweet fucking cunt because it’s been too damn long since I’ve been inside of you and I’m going to fuck you and fuck you hard to make up for that. Right here, where anyone can see us. Right here, because I’m so fucking hard I can’t wait and you’re going to love every minute of it aren’t you, Hellcat?” His gravelly voice whispers against my ear, so smoky and thick it’s like I can feel the words pour over me. I’m lost in this man.
“Yes,” I tell him, because there can be no other answer.
“Yes, what?” He growls as his fingers slip from me. Before I can mourn their loss, he pulls at my hips and positions me and then slides into me. It’s fucking brilliant. My hands tighten on the truck, wadding the black tank underneath them, and I hiss at his hard intrusion.
“Fuck me!” I growl out, frustrated when he refuses to move.
That must have been the magic words because he begins sliding in and out of me, I thrust back against him, trying to meet him and drive him in deeper. He’s slamming me hard, so deep inside of me that I can taste him. My orgasm is building, I can feel it start and I want it, I need it and that’s when I see him. There’s a guy two cars away watching us. I can’t make a lot out. He’s hidden in the shadows, but I can see him reach down to his pants and take his dick out. My heart picks up a beat. I swallow. Oh shit.
“Zander…” I squeak. Stopping the way I grind back against him, so I don’t meet his thrusts.
Zander slaps my ass and pulls me back into him and it feels like he’s gone deeper than he ever has before. I can’t stop myself from clenching his cock hard and angling so he rakes the sides of my walls as he withdraws.