Page 27 of Desperate Haste
“You better stop calling me cute or I’m going to think you have a crush on me or something.” He smiles as he kisses me and I shrug myself free from my bra once I feel the straps start to fall from my shoulders. Once it falls gently to the ground beneath his truck, his hands find my nipples and he starts to knead them in his hands. The pleasure he brings me by the simple moves causes my hips to buck and beg for more. Wanting to bring him the same kind of pleasure, I push back against him and reach for the waistband of his sweats. I force a hand just underneath them and find his cock is hard and waiting for me. He moans into my mouth as I wrap my fingers around him and start to play with him.
As if to show me he can do me one better, he pulls his face away from mine and drops his lips to one of my breasts and starts to suck and flick my nipple with his tongue. He presses his hips into me, making it easier for me to jerk him off and I love the control I have over him as I do it. With his lips on my breast, he mirrors my movements and pulls at the waistband of my leggings with a free hand and slips his hand underneath them. Wanting to make it easier for him, I pull my hand away from him just long enough to lift my hips up and pull the waist of my leggings down as much as I can.
“Oh, is that what my girl wants? She wants me to finger fuck her right out here in the open?” he growls, bringing his hands over mine and pulling my legging all the way down to my ankles. I kick my shoes off quickly and use my toes to push my leggings all the way off. Free of them finally, I push him away and spread my legs wider, arching my back and locking my eyes on his.
“I’m not your ‘girl,’” I state confidently, bringing a hand to the top of my thigh. His eyes flash from it, to my exposed center, then back to my eyes. “I’m your little fox. Your dirty little secret. Your slut.” The words fall from my lips as my hand falls between my legs. I begin to play with myself as he stands and watches me.
“You see how wet you make me? I’mdrippingfor you. I bet you wish you could feel how wet you make me, don’t you, pretty boy?”
He doesn’t respond but when his hands ball up into a fist at his sides, I know I have him where I want him. I rub myself with one finger and drop my head behind me, moaning loudly as I push two fingers inside myself. Lifting my head, I continue to play with myself in front of him and revel in how turned on he is as he watches.
“Play with yourself,” I command, extending my foot towards him and using my foot to rub his cock that he’s pulled out of his sweats. “I want to watch you as you watch me.”
He doesn’t wait for me to ask twice before pushing his sweats off and fully freeing his cock and taking it in one hand. He starts to get himself off as I do the same. Both of us mutually falling victim to our own hands. When he takes a step forward I think he’s going to try and touch me but instead, he leans his thighs against the open tailgate between my legs and braces one hand outside of my thigh. His eyes watch what my fingers are doing and his hand starts to move faster.
“Youaremy little slut. Look at you, getting yourself off instead of letting me do it.” He brings his mouth close to my neck again but I don’t feel his lips on my skin. I use a hand to hold myself up and flick my fingers harder against my clit. I can feel myself starting to climb as I watch him do the same. He tries to bring a hand to my center but I swat it away.
“I didn’t say you could touch me.” His eyes heat and his nostrils flare at being denied. Knowing my body better than anyone, I sink three fingers deep inside myself and use my thumb to flick my clit at the same time. My head falls back and my eyes close as a guttural moan rings out from the back of my throat and I feel my body starting to shake.
“Please, please let me touch you. Please let me be the one who brings you over the edge. I need to feel you around my cock,please,” he whimpers, dropping his head to my shoulder as he continues to help himself along.
Needing him as much as he needs me, I pull my hand from behind me and loop it around his neck, forcing him closer to me. With my other hand I reach for his cock and he takes a step closer as I guide it towards my entrance.
“I don’t have a?—”
“I have an IUD,” I breathe, using him like a toy and teasing myself. Once he’s lined up with me, I release him and use my hand to brace myself up against him.
“I got tested last week,” he breathes, starting to thrust himself closer to me without actually entering. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire and I swear I’m about to explode.
“So did I.”
“My results came back clean.”
“So did mine.”
He freezes for a moment and brings his hand to my neck, his thumb forcing my chin up and looking at me dead in the eyes. “Tell me you’re okay with me fucking you raw and I will. If you aren’t, I’ll drive us back to your place so fast and we can start this all over again.”
I let my hand answer for me as I guide his dick towards my entrance and push my hips towards him so he slips inside half an inch. “Fuck me like I’m yours, Malcolm.”
He doesn’t wait and steps forward to sink himself inside of me completely. The wave of ecstasy and pleasure that overcomes my body causes me to cry out and I’m glad we’re out in the middle of nowhere so no one can hear what he’s doing to me. With both hands on either side of my thighs, he pounds into me, skin to skin, and we start to become one. My hands find his back and pull him in even closer, needing any kind of friction I can get. With the amount of foreplay we had, I can feel us both starting to climb already. Sometimes sex doesn’t need to be about duration but about exploration. And I’d explored a fantasy with Malcolm he didn’t even know I had.
And it was everything I’d wanted it to be and more.
“God, you’re so fucking tight. Your pussy takes me so well,” he grunts. His hips are moving faster and the blood is rushing to all the right places. He’s hard, strong, and is giving me everything I need and more. His hand reaches for my chest again but I’m so keyed up that feeling his fingers there makes me grab them and pull them away. I want to feel every part of him inside me and focus on how good he is making me feel there. The truck is starting to rock with his thrusts and sweat is starting to collect on his brow. My breath is getting caught in my throat as the warm feeling of an orgasm starts to overtake me.
I dig my fingers into his hips, holding him in place and cry out. “Yes, Malcolm, please. Make me come. I’m yours, I only want to be yours.”
“Damn straight you are.” He pounds into me harder and reaches between us to press his thumb right where he knows it’ll send me over the edge. I drop my head behind me as the single greatest orgasm I’ve ever had bursts from inside of me. I have to hold myself up with my hands as he finishes to stop myself from falling back completely on the cold, metal bed of the truck. As he does, he drops his head to my shoulder and tries to catch his breath. The calm sounds of the river and open marshland overtake our pants and labored breaths. After a minute or so of collecting ourselves, he stands up straight and pulls out of me, sending one last ripple of electricity up my spine.
He bends down and picks my leggings and underwear up off the ground and hands them to me before walking stark naked to the back of his truck. He opens the door and closes it quickly before coming back with a towel.
“You just keep that in your truck?” I ask, raising a skeptical brow at him.
“You never know when you’re going to get a beautiful woman crying out your name in the middle of the marshland. You gotta come prepared.” He flashes me a cocky smirk then uses the towel to help clean me up before using it on himself. I jump down from the tailgate and start to pull my leggings back on as he steps into his sweats. Before he puts his shirt on, he helps me into my sweater, pulling it on over my head and helping me get my arms through.
“So, is it still just sex to you?” he questions, looking down at me. We’re standing chest to chest and he’s looking down at me. The near blackness of his irises transfix me and hold my attention as if nothing else in the world exists.
“Is it still just sex toyou?”
