“Coco.” Nick’s breath was cool on my wet skin. “Are you sure?”
“Shhhh.” I kissed his cheek, his jaw, his neck, running my tongue over his favorite little spot.
Between my legs, I was aching and wet, my panties soaked. Fuck yes, I’m sure.
But wait.
I picked my head up, breathing hard. “Do you have a condom?”
“Yes.” Lifting his hips, which made my core muscles clench, he reached into his pocket and pulled one out.
“Give it to me.” I ripped it from his hands and tore it open with my teeth while he reached beneath my dress and undid his jeans. My stomach jumping, I unrolled the condom over his dick and pressed up on my knees, freeing one leg from my panties. Nick closed his lips over my nipple again as I positioned him at my entrance and sank down slowly, reveling in the exquisite way he stretched and filled me, inch by rock solid inch. Pressing my hands to the car’s soft roof, I stopped for a second to slide up and down a few times, exhilarated by the way it made him moan and suck harder. Finally I went all the way down, sighing as he reached the deepest place inside me.
“Coco,” he said gruffly as I began to move. “I have to have you.”
Arms overhead, I swiveled my hips in lovely little arcs and circles, each shape twisting me tighter, carrying me higher. “You have me.” Trading swivels for thrusts, I set a hard, steady rhythm against him, my entire body humming. God, he was so deep inside me, hitting that spot that made everything rush to the no- stopping-this point. “I’m here. I’m right here.” And then I couldn’t speak or think or even move, every muscle in my body seizing up. Nick’s fingers dug into my ass and he pulled me roughly against him, the base of his cock rubbing my clit. Tears came to my eyes, my mouth falling open as I teetered on the brink. Take me over. Now. Fuck me, yes, yes, like that… I exploded, his name on my lips.
He never stopped moving. “Fuck, I love watching you come. I love hearing you say my name. I love every fucking thing about you.”
“I love you too.” Taking his head in my hands, I rained kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, his lips. “I don’t want to but I do.” God, the world was tilting and spinning out of control. What the fuck was I saying?
Was I delirious? The words wouldn’t stop pouring out, as if a dam had burst. “And I hate you too. I hate you,” I said, sliding up and down his hard, wet cock, my mouth pressed close to his. “I fucking hate you for what you did to me. I hate that I couldn’t get over you. I hate that I can’t say no to you. I hate that I still want you this way.”
“Get on your back.” Without waiting for me to move, Nick flipped me onto my back across the front seat. One leg ended up wrapped around him, the other dangling toward the floor. He pulled his shirt off before taking a wrist in each hand and pinning them against the door above my head. “Is this the way you want me?” He drove his cock inside me again and again, slamming into me with a force that knocked my head against the door. “You hate the way you want this?” His jaw was set hard, his tone hot with anger and desire.
“Yes, I hate it,” I panted, lifting my hips to meet his, gasping at the violent way our bodies crashed together. “But I can’t get enough.”
“Jesus.” Somehow he fucked me harder and deeper, causing stabs of pain to pierce the pleasure ballooning inside me. But I liked it that way—and he knew it. I turned my face to the side, trying not to cry out. “You’re going to come again,” he ordered. “I want that tight little pussy to come on my cock just like it was the first time. Remember?”
Hell yes, I remembered. I hadn’t been expecting a second orgasm that night, but the way he moved and the things he said and the sound of his voice and the thought of him inside me…I’d climaxed again beneath
him, my hand over my wide-open mouth, smothering a scream as my body pulsed around his for the first time. “Yes,” I breathed, the past and the present converging within me.
“Good girl. I want you to scream this time, like you wouldn’t then.”
I thought about trying to stay quiet just to defy him, but then I made the mistake of glancing down at his bare torso, at my name on his chest, at the way his abs flexed as he rocked his body into mine. Unable to stop myself, I cried out, again and again.
My head banged against the side of the car but I didn’t feel it—I felt nothing but his hot skin and hard cock, heard nothing but our gasps and cries in the falling darkness, imagined nothing but his body joined to mine until we came together and the world turned to liquid gold behind closed eyes.
Later we pulled the Amish quilt from the trunk and lay on our backs in a clearing near the orchard.
Nick’s hands were folded behind his head, and I rested my temple on his left bicep.
“What’s that one?” I pointed high above us, where stars glittered in the cloudless country night sky. “The one that looks like a W.” I tilted my head the other way. “Or maybe it’s an M.”
“That’s Cassiopeia.”
“Story, please?”
“She was beautiful, and a queen, so she had a pretty good thing going, but then she bragged that she and her daughter Andromeda were more beautiful than these other goddesses.”
“Never a good idea. Which goddesses?”
“Some sea goddesses, I think. So they went to
Poseidon, and he was pretty pissed, and said she had to sacrifice Andromeda to a sea monster to appease him.”