She grinned at me and my fingers dug into her hips as she lifted up on her tiptoes so I could slide into her. She was already pliable and supple, so I hit bottom quick. “No, but you are used to being bent over this Hudson and all he wants to do is take care of you.”
She jolted as I pulled out and thrust back in, moving her across the hood. Her palms flattened on the metal and she turned back around so that she could drop her forehead to the pale blue paint. “He is taking care of me and it feels amazing.”
I grunted in response as I picked up my pace. She was snug around me in this position and watching her ass move as she met me thrust for thrust was making me sex stupid and drunk on lust. I couldn’t think anymore, all I could do was feel.
I felt the way her inner walls fluttered around my straining cock.
I felt the way she went slick and slippery the harder I moved on her.
I felt the way her spine stiffened under my hand as I kept her plastered to the hood of the car.
I felt the way her hair slipped and slid through my fingers as I used it like a rope to pull her head back when I wanted a kiss.
Then there was the way my balls tightened and my knees started to shake. There was the way my vision blurred and how my breath got stuck in my lungs. There was the way my dick felt like it was going to explode and the coiled ball of pleasure that pulsed insistently at the base of my spine.
All of it was too much to take and I was emptying into her without making sure that bending over the hood of the car had been worth it for her. I groaned as she milked my body dry and wiggled her hips back into mine. I dropped my forehead to the center of her back, curved my hands around her rib cage, and pleaded, “Please tell me that was as good for you as it was for me.”
She turned her head so that her cheek was resting on the now warmed metal. “It’s always good for me, Wheeler, because it’s with you.”
When I stepped back so I could let her up and pull her into my arms, I realized there were going to be more than footprints and fingerprints I was going to have to buff off before the morning. I looked good smeared all over her and I didn’t give a crap how messy it might be.
I held her naked body against mine and whispered into her ear, “Wanna see what I can do in the backseat next?”
She laughed against my throat and wound her arms around my neck. Because she was perfect and the best thing that ever happened to me so far in this life, she whispered back, “Of course I do.”
Poppy
I liked the way he tasted and felt in my mouth. I liked the way his hands held the sides of my head, holding me as I moved on him and over him but not demanding.
I liked the way his abs tightened and flexed as I pulled him in deeper and swirled my tongue around the tip over and over again.
I liked the way his entire body stiffened and went on alert when I slipped a hand between his legs and palmed his extra-sensitive skin.
I liked the way his legs shifted restlessly on either side of me, indicating that he was rapidly losing the fight to hold back and enjoy what I was doing to him for as long as possible.
I liked the earthy, salty flavor of him when he finally let go on a long groan that came from somewhere deep in his chest.
I liked it that he shivered when I tickled my fingers over the heavy sac between his now pliant legs.
When he used his hold on my head to pull me closer so that we were almost nose to nose, blue eyes blazing with the kinds of things I’d been looking for my entire life, and gruffly told me, “I really fucking love you, Poppy” … well, I loved that. It was the best part.
“I love you back, Wheeler.” I settled myself on his stretched-out legs and reached out a finger so I could run it over the adorable divot in his cheek. I loved those dimples and I was thankful every minute of every day that I was seeing more and more of them the longer we were together. “Thank you for taking time off work to go with me tomorrow.”
It was the weekend after furniture shopping and unforgettable sex in his garage. He’d had some clients already scheduled for the week that he couldn’t cancel so our trip to Texas had been postponed until he could get away. Salem was still pissed I was going at all, but the fact that Wheeler had agreed to go with me and hold my hand had endeared her to him for eternity. Rowdy again offered to come with since he was well aware of what we could be walking into, but I knew if I stood any chance of getting my mother away from my father, I had to make my approach as nonthreatening as possible. She was going to need a friend, not a confrontation, and there was no way Rowdy could be the guy that did that, not with as much animosity as he had toward both my parents for what they had done to me and Salem growing up.
His hands moved so they were resting where my legs met my hips. That seemed to be their favorite resting place and I didn’t mind it one bit.
“I would never let you walk into a possibly dangerous situation alone, with or without a spectacular blow job.” He lifted his eyebrows up and smirked at me. “Not that it wasn’t appreciated.”
I smacked him lightly on the chest and moved the heavy fall of my hair over one shoulder. His eyes narrowed a fraction as the tip of my breasts peeked through the caramel-colored veil. We’d been at each other for hours because there was no way I could sleep knowing I was going back to everything I’d nearly died trying to get away from. If I couldn’t sleep, then neither could he, which led to lots and lots of sex. He had to be tired—I knew I was—but my brain wouldn’t shut off and my body didn’t seem to mind that it was sore and tender in several places. “I know you wouldn’t let me go alone. The blow job was for the car.” Really it was just because I liked having the power over him. I adored being the one in control of making him feel good and getting him off.
He snorted out a startled laugh and gave my hips a squeeze. “If that’s what I get when I give you a car, then be prepared for a new ride every Christmas, and maybe even on your birthday.”
I fell forward and snuggled myself into his chest. His arms immediately wrapped around me and his lips found the top of my head. “I already gotta find a place to keep the Hudson. The Camry is fine parked on the street but there is no way that beauty is staying out in the cold unprotected.”
I gave a little squeak as his arms tightened around me to the point that it was difficult to breathe. His words ruffled my hair when he told me, “I have a perfectly good garage behind my house. You are welcome to park it there.”
She jolted as I pulled out and thrust back in, moving her across the hood. Her palms flattened on the metal and she turned back around so that she could drop her forehead to the pale blue paint. “He is taking care of me and it feels amazing.”
I grunted in response as I picked up my pace. She was snug around me in this position and watching her ass move as she met me thrust for thrust was making me sex stupid and drunk on lust. I couldn’t think anymore, all I could do was feel.
I felt the way her inner walls fluttered around my straining cock.
I felt the way she went slick and slippery the harder I moved on her.
I felt the way her spine stiffened under my hand as I kept her plastered to the hood of the car.
I felt the way her hair slipped and slid through my fingers as I used it like a rope to pull her head back when I wanted a kiss.
Then there was the way my balls tightened and my knees started to shake. There was the way my vision blurred and how my breath got stuck in my lungs. There was the way my dick felt like it was going to explode and the coiled ball of pleasure that pulsed insistently at the base of my spine.
All of it was too much to take and I was emptying into her without making sure that bending over the hood of the car had been worth it for her. I groaned as she milked my body dry and wiggled her hips back into mine. I dropped my forehead to the center of her back, curved my hands around her rib cage, and pleaded, “Please tell me that was as good for you as it was for me.”
She turned her head so that her cheek was resting on the now warmed metal. “It’s always good for me, Wheeler, because it’s with you.”
When I stepped back so I could let her up and pull her into my arms, I realized there were going to be more than footprints and fingerprints I was going to have to buff off before the morning. I looked good smeared all over her and I didn’t give a crap how messy it might be.
I held her naked body against mine and whispered into her ear, “Wanna see what I can do in the backseat next?”
She laughed against my throat and wound her arms around my neck. Because she was perfect and the best thing that ever happened to me so far in this life, she whispered back, “Of course I do.”
Poppy
I liked the way he tasted and felt in my mouth. I liked the way his hands held the sides of my head, holding me as I moved on him and over him but not demanding.
I liked the way his abs tightened and flexed as I pulled him in deeper and swirled my tongue around the tip over and over again.
I liked the way his entire body stiffened and went on alert when I slipped a hand between his legs and palmed his extra-sensitive skin.
I liked the way his legs shifted restlessly on either side of me, indicating that he was rapidly losing the fight to hold back and enjoy what I was doing to him for as long as possible.
I liked the earthy, salty flavor of him when he finally let go on a long groan that came from somewhere deep in his chest.
I liked it that he shivered when I tickled my fingers over the heavy sac between his now pliant legs.
When he used his hold on my head to pull me closer so that we were almost nose to nose, blue eyes blazing with the kinds of things I’d been looking for my entire life, and gruffly told me, “I really fucking love you, Poppy” … well, I loved that. It was the best part.
“I love you back, Wheeler.” I settled myself on his stretched-out legs and reached out a finger so I could run it over the adorable divot in his cheek. I loved those dimples and I was thankful every minute of every day that I was seeing more and more of them the longer we were together. “Thank you for taking time off work to go with me tomorrow.”
It was the weekend after furniture shopping and unforgettable sex in his garage. He’d had some clients already scheduled for the week that he couldn’t cancel so our trip to Texas had been postponed until he could get away. Salem was still pissed I was going at all, but the fact that Wheeler had agreed to go with me and hold my hand had endeared her to him for eternity. Rowdy again offered to come with since he was well aware of what we could be walking into, but I knew if I stood any chance of getting my mother away from my father, I had to make my approach as nonthreatening as possible. She was going to need a friend, not a confrontation, and there was no way Rowdy could be the guy that did that, not with as much animosity as he had toward both my parents for what they had done to me and Salem growing up.
His hands moved so they were resting where my legs met my hips. That seemed to be their favorite resting place and I didn’t mind it one bit.
“I would never let you walk into a possibly dangerous situation alone, with or without a spectacular blow job.” He lifted his eyebrows up and smirked at me. “Not that it wasn’t appreciated.”
I smacked him lightly on the chest and moved the heavy fall of my hair over one shoulder. His eyes narrowed a fraction as the tip of my breasts peeked through the caramel-colored veil. We’d been at each other for hours because there was no way I could sleep knowing I was going back to everything I’d nearly died trying to get away from. If I couldn’t sleep, then neither could he, which led to lots and lots of sex. He had to be tired—I knew I was—but my brain wouldn’t shut off and my body didn’t seem to mind that it was sore and tender in several places. “I know you wouldn’t let me go alone. The blow job was for the car.” Really it was just because I liked having the power over him. I adored being the one in control of making him feel good and getting him off.
He snorted out a startled laugh and gave my hips a squeeze. “If that’s what I get when I give you a car, then be prepared for a new ride every Christmas, and maybe even on your birthday.”
I fell forward and snuggled myself into his chest. His arms immediately wrapped around me and his lips found the top of my head. “I already gotta find a place to keep the Hudson. The Camry is fine parked on the street but there is no way that beauty is staying out in the cold unprotected.”
I gave a little squeak as his arms tightened around me to the point that it was difficult to breathe. His words ruffled my hair when he told me, “I have a perfectly good garage behind my house. You are welcome to park it there.”
