I slapped his bare arm. “I knocked over a vase. Does that count? Oh! I also accidentally set fire to a table cloth.”
Jack shook his head again, but he was grinning. “Did you ever hit the target?”
“Once or twice.”
“How many scones did you throw?”
I shrugged. “Maybe a dozen or so?”
The grin widened. “Hopeless. And it doesn’t count as a fight.”
Sighing, I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. It dangled off my arms a moment while I looked around. We were on a rural highway that wasn’t well lit, and I hadn’t seen a lot of other cars, but still. I could just hear my mother saying Thurber women do not disrobe in moving vehicles.
“Well, come on, city girl. Show me what you’ve got.”
I slipped off the bra. Struck a sex kitten pose. “Happy?”
A quick glance my way, and he frowned. “Oh, fuck. I didn’t think this through. I don’t know if I can drive with you naked.”
“Ha! Should have thought of that before you started this little game.”
Next thing I knew, Jack slowed the truck and made a sharp right turn down a narrow dirt road between two fields. He switched off the car, and everything went dark and silent. “Come here.”
But before I could move, he slid toward me on the seat and flipped me onto his lap, my legs on either side of his thighs. Our mouths crashed together as his hands snaked down my back. He grabbed my ass and pulled me against the bulge in his jeans. I rocked my hips over him, feeling my panties go damp.
My hands moved over his chest and arms and abs, my head filled with the scent of him. I felt drunk with the idea of him, of us, of doing this crazy, spontaneous, probably illegal, definitely ill-advised thing on someone else’s property. We could be seen. We could be caught. We could get in trouble.
I’d never really been in trouble.
“My cock is so fucking hard.” He flexed his hips, lifting them off the seat.
“I love it.” Words I’d never uttered before tumbled out easily, breathlessly. “I want you to fuck me with it. Right here.” I reached for his belt.
Inside a minute I’d wiggled out of my panties and he’d shoved his jeans down just enough for his cock to spring free. I lowered myself onto it, watching his eyes close, feeling his fingers gripping my hips.
I felt powerful and solid and physical. I’d never been so aware of my body or felt so driven by its need. Never experienced hunger or thirst or exhaustion to the point where my body craved food, water, or sleep the way it craved to be filled by this man. Connected to him. Anchored by him.
When he was buried deep inside me, I stayed still for a moment, wanting to commit the feeling to memory.
He opened his eyes. “Sex in a car?”
I smiled as I began to move. “Never.”
“Good. I’m a fucking pioneer.” He moved his hands and mouth to my breasts as I rocked my hips above him, making me arch and gasp with his fingers and tongue and teeth.
I wasn’t very experienced being on top, but somehow my body knew exactly what to do, how to circle and grind and writhe above him, rubbing my clit along the base of his cock, angling so he’d hit that perfect spot inside me. And when I came, it was unlike anything I’d ever felt—deep, hard, surging contractions as my entire core tightened around him, the world turning to gold behind my eyes.
“I can feel you.” Words whispered against my chest. “I can feel you come, and it drives me fucking crazy.”
“Let me feel you.” I could hardly talk.
He took over, grabbing my hips and sliding me up and down his cock as he stabbed into me. Then he switched it up, holding me tight to his body and working me back and forth, making my clit start to hum once more. “Come again for me. Now.”
Fuck, I loved it when he gave me orders like that, his voice as hard as his cock. “Yes,” I breathed, letting him move my body like he owned it, surrendering completely. “Make me.”
It was like magic, the way he knew how to move with me, the way my body asked and his answered. The way his body commanded and mine obeyed. We shared everything—the spiraling ascent, the dizzying peak, the spinning free fall…and as we clung and cursed and kissed and caught our breath, something in me began to unravel.
The slight sense of unease stayed with me as I dressed myself and we got back on the highway. But what was it? The sex had been incredible—each time was better than the last. Each time, I felt more comfortable letting instinct take over. Each time, I felt more pleasure in giving myself to him and taking what I wanted. What I needed. Was I worried he didn’t feel the same way?
No, that couldn’t be it. He was enjoying himself every bit as much as I was—I could hear it in the way he talked, see it in the way he looked at me, feel it in the way he moved. We felt free with each other. It was as if the temporary nature of our arrangement gave us permission to be as wild as we wanted to. We had nothing to worry about, no relationship drama, no complications.