It's breathtaking.
"Sit here and don't move," he says, not waiting for a response before he gets out of the truck and goes to the back where I hear him take the cover off the truck bed and start moving things around.
I lean my head back against the back of the seat and close my eyes, mentally replaying the conversation in my apartment. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I hurt his feelings before when I said this was just fun.
But that's completely ludicrous. And I'm not na?ve enough to think this is anything except just that.
When he pulls the passenger side door open, the noise startles me. "Way to creep me out," I say, laughing nervously.
He takes my hand and leads me to the back of the truck.
The truck bed is filled with blankets and pillows. A couple of candles on the sides are our only illumination out here other than the moonlight, now that darkness has settled in.
"I know I can't take you out anywhere, Cassie," Colton says from behind me, his voice thick.
"I'm not sure what to say." It's simple and romantic and… exactly the last thing I expected from a football player, especially one with a reputation like his. I turn around to face him. "I – didn't expect this."
"Yeah, well, maybe you should change your expectations," Colton says, sliding his hands under my thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist and he deposits me onto the air mattress in the bed of the truck.
Colton leaves me there, going around to the front of the truck and turning on the radio. Pat Green strums his guitar and sings low over the speakers.
Then he crawls up onto the truck bed beside me.
"What I said earlier about having fun, I –" I start.
"Stop talking." His hand moves under my jawline, his thumb on my lips, silencing me.
I open my mouth because I'm going to say I'm sorry, but he stops me by putting his hand on the nape of my neck and covering my mouth with his before I can. His tongue slips between my lips, his kiss at once tender and insistent.
He pulls me onto his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist, and kisses me for a long time. I cling to him, my hands yanking the fabric of his t-shirt, desperately wanting his skin on mine. When he stops kissing me, it's only to undress me, muttering something about my stupid clothes under his breath as he yanks my jeans over my hips.
He tosses his clothes somewhere in the truck bed, or on the ground, I'm not sure because all I can think about is the incessant throbbing between my legs. He pauses, naked in the moonlight, to look at me. "You're the hottest thing I've ever seen," he whispers.
"Shut up," I tease, and he growls, crawling across the makeshift bed until he reaches me, his mouth on my breasts at once, his tongue flicking over my nipples until I'm practically writhing with anticipation.
He kisses his way down my stomach, dragging his tongue on my skin down to my navel, and lower, but I pull his head away. "Not now," I whisper. "I don't want that. I want your cock inside me. Now."
"Are you sure?" he asks.
"Put your hand between my legs," I say, and he does, making a guttural sound low in his throat when he feels how wet I am. "Does that answer your question?"
"Shit, Cassie," he growls.
"I want to feel it," I whisper, wrapping my hand around his cock and guiding it between my legs. I groan as he rubs the head of his dick against my clit, and then further, coating his cock in my wetness.
"You're so wet," he says. "I can't stop thinking about your warm wet pussy on my cock."
He teases me until I can't take it anymore, until I'm a whimpering bundle of need and desire. "I want you inside me."
He pauses. "I've never done this before, Cassie."
"You're a virgin, too?" I tease.
"I've never taken a girl's –"
I stop him, arching up my back to press my lips against his. "I want you to take mine."
"Let me grab a condom."
I grip his ass cheek, pinning him against me. "I'm on the pill. And I'm clean."
"Cassie…" he groans my name. "I don't –"
"Oh." I stop short.
He cuts me off before I can say anything else. "I'm not hooking up with anyone else," he says. "Not since you. And I'm clean. I've just – I've never done it without one."
"We can use one if you –"
"If you're asking if I'd rather be bare inside you, the answer is yes," he interrupts, his fingers slipping between my legs. Heat rushes through my body in response to his touch, setting my core on fire with desire for him. He strokes me with his fingers, taking his time and bringing me to the edge.
"I want you now," I whisper. "Not your fingers. Not your mouth. I want your cock inside me."
"Shit, Cassie, say that again," he growls. He hovers over me, his hardness pushing at my entrance.
"I want your cock," I whisper.
He presses the tip of his cock against my entrance, and I moan at the sensation as his head enters me, just barely. This is how I came before, bent over the desk in the student center, the tip of his cock pressed against the entrance of my pussy. The thought makes me throb.