My body springs up, and I rein in my lust enough to slowly lean over and slide my knee between her legs rather than pouncing. “Fantasizing?” I rest my forehead against hers. “Tell me.”
Her hands sift into my hair and grip. “Better, how about I show you?”
I tilt my head as she brings it down to hers, and I press into her full soft lips. My teeth rake against her bottom lip, requesting entrance. She grins and opens to me, allowing me to delve into the delicious cavern of her mouth. So slick, warm, and so fucking sweet. She moans and arches her back, pressing her chest into mine, searching for more contact. I slide my hand up under the flannel shirt and splay my hand on her belly.
I hear the sound of her bare feet hitting the tailgate, and then she shifts, pushing herself back further into the truck bed and breaking our kiss. I look to see her breasts are now at my eyes. I trace the line of stomach, moving up and up until my fingertips hit one pebbled nipple and . . . no bra.
“Fuckin’ hell.” My hips flex on instinct, pressing my hard-on into her leg, searching for the friction that will dull the ache.
Her legs snap together to lock around mine, and she shifts as if she’s putting out a flame between her thighs. “You’re teasing me.” She reaches down and pulls up her tight little shirt to expose one plump breast. “Take it, please.”
I drop my mouth to her and suck deep, rolling my tongue in slow torturous laps over the sensitive tip. I feel rather than see her hand move from her belly, lower, and lower until . . . I grasp her wrist just as her fingers dip between her legs. “No. That’s mine.”
What the fuck? That’s mine?
I don’t know where it came from, and I brace for her to unleash hell on me for claiming her * as my own, but she shocks the hell out of me and smiles. I push up and take her mouth in a deep kiss, using my tongue and teeth to pull greedily at her lips. I run my hand along her inner thigh, groaning into her mouth and drinking in her soft sigh when I hit the small piece of satin between her legs.
Her knees fall open, and I run the length of my finger up and down, up and down, over her panties, pressing in deeper with each pass. She rips her mouth from mine, sucking in quick pants of air.
Between her perfect breasts and her full suckable lips, I can’t decide which one to hit first. Rather than drown in her taste, I watch her expression as I move her panties aside and dip my fingers into her body.
She cries out, and my jaw locks down, teeth gritting against the urge to pound my fingers between her legs until she screams my name. The visual of her writhing against me, grinding down on my hand and meeting my fingers thrust for thrust becomes too much.
I nip at her bare breast. “Other one.”
She complies, popping the other breast free. I take turns lapping at her tits while finger fucking her so hard they jump in my mouth. “Mase . . . don’t stop.”
Mase. My eyes roll back in my head, and I suck her deeper into my throat.
She clenches down around my fingers, her heels to the tailgate, thrusting up hard enough that her ass lifts off the bed while she chases down her release. My mouth waters, wanting to taste her and feel the flow of her orgasm against my tongue, but I can tell I’m too late.
Her tiny body stiffens seconds before she detonates. I push back and watch her back arch, her hips lift into my hand, and her mouth open as a long moan falls from her lips. Her hands fist my shirt as she rides my fingers, milking every last bit of her orgasm.
I rock my hips into her thigh, pretending we’ve just come together and mimicking the movement of a slow float back to earth. But every rub of my boxers against my dick, every rasp of fabric against the tender flesh, propels me on.
She lies there, my fingers still knuckle deep inside her while I dry fuck her hip. I bend down, suck her tit in my mouth and ride her harder.
“Don’t stop.” She rolls her hips on my fingers again, ready for more.
I growl, wanting release so badly it hurts, but more than that, wanting to taste her. As I slide my fingers from her body, she shivers.
I move from her breast with a wet pop of suction and kiss down her belly. Straddling her hips, I hook her under the arms and push her up further into the truck bed.
“Mason?”
“Shh . . . gotta taste you.” Her skirt is around her waist, and I hook my fingers in her panties to pull them off.
“I . . . I can’t.” Her hands come to mine in what I assume to be her help. “Stop!”
I tear myself from her body at her command, my heart hammering in my chest. “What?” I blink away the fog of lust and arousal. “Did I hurt you?”
She scoots back, covering her body with the flannel and sitting up. “I’m sorry. I can’t let you do that.”
If that isn’t a cold fucking bucket of ice water to the nuts.
“That’s okay.” I take in a deep breath of mountain air and try to breathe through the disappointment. “I’m sorry. I’m moving too fast.”