“Yes!” I cry out behind his hand.
My orgasm explodes, spreading up through my stomach and down my thighs, and I throw my head back, staring in horror at Trey and some guy standing right there above me. I slam both of my hands over Masen’s on my mouth, moaning into them and hoping no one can hear me through the doors.
My chest rises and falls, the incredible feeling wracking through my body, up to my head and down to my feet.
Masen lowers his hand, palming my breast before letting go. He rises up and leans over me, putting a hand on the door behind me to hold himself up as he unbuttons his jeans. My heart picks up pace again.
His hard eyes stare down at me, filled with lust. “Take off the thong, or I’m ripping it off.”
I glance up nervously, afraid of getting caught. What if the truck rocks?
He reaches into the pocket on the back of the front seat and pulls out a condom, tearing it open with his teeth. He has condoms back here?
I narrow my eyes, glaring up at him.
He meets my stare and just laughs. “Don’t worry. You’re the only girl I’ve had back here.”
Then why do you keep condoms in the backseat of your truck? Just in case?
He reaches into his jeans and pulls out his cock, hard and ready, and I lose my breath, watching as he rolls the condom on.
I put my hands on his chest, not sure if it’s because I want to touch him or because I’m scared. I’ve only done this once, and it was two years ago. It was a mistake.
But it feels like the first time again, and I’m nervous.
He stops, looking at me. “Take it off,” he whispers. There’s pleading in his eyes.
I lick my lips, breathing hard and my pulse racing.
I reach down slowly, a nervous shake to my body as I slide my panties off and let them drop to the floor. I want him. There’s no harm in letting him feel me for just a little bit, right? I’ll make him stop and take me somewhere else soon.
“Just for a minute, okay?” I plead, reaching back up and caressing his chest. “And then we have to stop.”
A smile curls a corner of his mouth as he lifts my knee, his thick cock pressing between my legs.
“Just for a minute,” he promises. “And then I’ll stop.”
Thrusting his hips slow and steady, he reaches down and works his cock inside me. I groan, feeling myself stretch as he sinks into me, going deeper and deeper and burying himself to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasps, his face twisted in pain as he stills. “Ryen…”
He breathes hard, lowering his body, my nipples brushing his chest. I shudder, savoring the feeling of his tip rubbing my spot, and without thinking, I bend my knees up more and spread my legs wider.
Just for a minute.
He kisses me, and I barely have time to adjust to him before he pulls out and thrusts back in, stretching me so good.
“Oh, God.” The sounds of the movie play in the distance, and I hear the muffled voices of people not far off.
But all I see is him. His lips hovering over mine, his breath warming my skin, his fucking that’s getting harder and faster as he thrusts between my thighs.
I look up, seeing his hand still gripping the door, the muscles in his arms bulging and tight.
“Look at me,” he whispers.
I drop my eyes back down as I lick his piercing and hear him growl under his breath.
The truck creaks with our movement, and I whimper, digging my fingers into his hips as he moves in and out of me. “The truck will rock,” I say, worried. “We have to stop.”
But he just groans, fucking me harder. My breasts bounce back and forth, and I gasp at the pleasure of him filling me. I pull him deeper with every thrust, rolling my hips to fuck him back.
“Masen,” I beg, licking and biting his neck and feeling myself coming again. “It feels so good.”
He slides a hand under my ass and nestles in deeper, grunting as he fucks me rougher. I hear a noise underneath us, from the truck, and I cast a worried glance around. “Go slow!” I plead. “The truck…”
But he growls and comes down, kissing and biting my lips. I slide my hands down, gripping his ass and keeping him close, and he thrusts his dick inside me again and again.
“Yes, yes,” I moan over and over, feeling another orgasm crest as I taunt him with quick, little kisses.
“Masen, is the minute over yet?”
“Almost, baby.” I hear the humor in his voice.
His cock nudges me deep inside, and I cry out, breaking loose and coming as my pussy clenches around him, holding him too tight.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, putting a hand over my mouth and thrusting inside of me faster.
He pushes in one more time and stops, his body shuddering under my hands, heavy breaths and groans fanning my ear.
I run a hand up his back, feeling his sweat as I close my eyes. My head is in a fog, and the inside of the truck is spinning.
The orgasm seeps down every limb, and I feel tired and happy and sad. I don’t want it to be over.
But holy shit. We shouldn’t have done that here.
He relaxes on top of me, his hand still holding the door and his head bent to my shoulder. I stay there, still and quiet.
I don’t even want to look outside to see if anyone noticed. Like I really thought we could stop once we started?
He raises his head finally and looks down at me. I smile small, wishing we were parked in the forest somewhere. Somewhere we could stay all night and do that some more.
His eyebrows pinch together, and he looks like he’s searching for words. “Ryen, I…”