OZZIE
I’d made a wild discovery I had no intention of sharing with the rest of the world. Paradise wasn’t a faraway place in the skies or out in the cosmos somewhere. It was wherever we made it, and mine was lying in the back of a pickup truck with a man who couldn’t keep his hands off me. It was quiet giggles, fiery kisses, and the exchange of whispered secrets until the sky turned into an inky black cloth stitched with stars that seemed to eavesdrop on our intimate conversation.
I turned my head and looked at Gray, who was tucked against my side, his arm around my waist.
“It’s getting late,” I whispered. “Won’t anyone worry?”
He glanced at his phone. “Matty knows we’re out, so he won’t worry unless we don’t come back tonight. Damn, where did the time go? Can’t believe it’s already eleven.”
“You don’t remember?” We’d had sex twice. Twice! And the second time was even better than the first. Would the third time be better too? I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’d never felt more alive in my skin than I did with his hands on me.
He tilted his head. Our eyes met, and awareness crackled between us. Gray shifted, and I parted my legs as he climbed on top of me. He ran a hand up my thigh, his touch scorching against my cool skin. The temperature had dropped since we’d hopped into the truck bed. His shirt I wore didn’t ward off the cold, but his body was like a furnace.
“We’ve been out here too long,” he said. “You’re cold, but I know how to warm you up.”
I twined my arms around his neck, and he lowered his head to kiss me. He pressed closer, and I gasped. His hardness rubbed against my belly.
“Again?” I croaked. “How…”
“I told you, sweetheart. You turn me on.”
How could I deny him? I didn’t. Despite having me twice already, he caressed me frantically as if it was the first time and he couldn’t get enough. Confidence surged inside me as I wound up on my knees with him settled behind me, gripping my hips, his breath hot on the back of my neck.
“Ozzie,” he murmured. “I want to fuck you raw. Do you know your status?”
“Umm, yeah.” Both Carter and I had done premarital screening, and we hadn’t had sex since. Two days later, he’d left for the Caribbean. “I’m safe.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” People might call me stupid, but I did.
“Good.”
He smacked his cock against my opening, then rubbed it over my tender hole. I sucked in a deep breath, impatient to feel him inside me again. This was our night, and I wanted it all.
“Gray,” I whined.
He chuckled. “What is it?”
“You’re playing with me. I want—oh!”
He pushed into me, sliding in to the hilt in one thrust. Whimpering, I released my cheeks and steadied myself with my hands planted on the bed of the truck.
“Fuck, Ozzie.” Gray hissed a sound that ended with a groan as he pulled out and filled me back up quickly. “It’s like I’m under a spell.” He placed a hand on my back, pressing my torso lower. Rising to his haunches with his feet on either side of my hips, he spread my cheeks open and rocked into me. Over and over. Each thrust was stronger than the last.
“Oh!”
“God, baby, you take my cock so well. I love how your ass spills out in my hands.”
“Yes.”
I loved it too. The way he squeezed my cheeks and caressed them.
“Rub your cock for me, Ozzie. Make yourself hard. I want you to come before I breed your hole.”
I spat in my hand and stroked my dick while he pounded inside me. But my cock wouldn’t get more than half-hard before softening again.
“I can’t,” I whispered.
