I murmured a protest, but he was only gone for a moment, cranking the front seat back so he had space to kneel on the ground before the wheel. His new position brought him low enough to kiss the inside of my denim-covered thigh. His eyes burned like banked coals as he slowly popped the button, then bent to drag the zipper tab down with his teeth.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, hypnotized by the sight of his broad shoulders between my thighs, of his mouth so close to my shamefully wet sex. My hands tightened in his hair when he kissed the flat of my groin covered by the simple blue panties he’d uncovered through the opening in my jeans.
“Lift,” he ordered as he started to peel the fabric from my legs, his big body coiling as he pulled them down to my ankles, then off along with my blue boots.
Finally, I was naked but for my underwear, sprawled indelicately across the passenger seat and the center console, my legs pushed wide by the breadth of his body between them. I squirmed, too exposed, doubt creeping in along old pathways.
Aaron stilled me by sliding his arms beneath my legs and wrapping his hands around my thighs to frame the inside of my groin where the fabric of my underwear was soaked through with desire. He dipped to press his nose to the top of my pussy and inhaled deeply, a shudder rocking through his spine.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he growled, pulling back just enough to show me the desire carved brutally into his features. “Smell like goddamn heaven. Now, be a good girl, Blue, and lay still while I take my fill. This is as close to heaven as a man like me’s ever likely to get.”
I opened my mouth to say something that ended with a ragged groan when he sealed his lips around my clit through the thin cotton and sucked me into the hot cavern of his mouth. The friction of his lashing tongue against the fabric was like a match to strike paper, igniting a heat so high inside me I thought it would burn me from the inside out. When he trailed two thick, rough-tipped fingers down the crease of my thigh and groin, then hooked my panties to the side so he could sink a finger inside my aching pussy, my bones turned to ash, and I collapsed limply against the passenger door, unable to hold myself up anymore.
He ate me like that, ruthlessly, ceaselessly. Tongue, teeth, fingers, the hot clasp of his lips all over every inch of my pussy, over the cotton and under it.
The first time I came, it crashed over my head like a wave, submerging me in pleasure so blue and bright it seemed like I’d fallen into the summer sea at noon. Heat blazed through me and left me a shaking, quivering mess in his strong hands.
He laughed, a soft, triumphant sound that gave way to a groan when he licked a path from the bottom of my crease to the top. “So fuckin’ delicious. All that cum just for me.”
A shiver rattled through me. “Come here, now. I want you.”
“Nah, not yet. You’re not nearly ready. Trust me.” He winked, one of his hands disappearing to wrench open his own jeans and pull out his cock. It slapped hard against his belly, a thick column of flesh wrapped with veins throbbing in time with his heartbeat. There were five silver bars through the underside of that wide shaft that glinted in the low light. A Jacob’s ladder.
My mouth watered, and my stomach flipped at the sight of it.
“Oh my God,” I whispered from deep in my throat. “I have a thing for piercings and that…” My hand fluttered uselessly. “Oh my God.”
But I had to agree with him.
I was not ready for that monster.
Aaron chuckled again at the expression on my face. His voice was a hot caress against my inner thigh as he nuzzled it and whispered, “Don’t worry, by the time I’m slidin’ inside this hot little pussy, you’ll be so ready, you’ll be beggin’ to feel the stretch and burn’a me. But I’m glad you like the look’a me ’cause I sure as fuck love the look and taste’a you.”
“Get to work then,” I said, trying for haughtiness, for a joke when all I wanted to do was stay in this steaming car forever being worked over like a fine instrument by a musical genius.
Aaron didn’t laugh. Instead, he looked up at me as he lay his cheek on the inside of my soft thigh and wrapped his hand firmly in the soaked-through placket of my underwear. With a sharp, sudden tug that cut into my hips, he wrenched the thong apart in his grip. I watched without breathing as he lifted the ruined panties to his nose, breathed deeply, then shoved them into his pocket for later.
His grin was wicked as he brought his hands around my hips to cup my ass and lifted me high to bring my leaking pussy to his mouth again.
“Feel free to scream if ya need to,” he allowed before sealing his mouth to me.
My spine bowed as he sucked my tender clit and slid two twisting fingers into the silken clutch of my body.
This time, he didn’t work me up slowly. He attacked me, nipping at the swell of my pubic mound, whipping my clit with hard tongue lashes and sucking so firmly I felt he was about to turn me inside out into his mouth. When I came, I screamed around the sound of his name in my mouth and shattered into pieces, knowing he would catch every single jagged edge of me.
I floated so high on my climax that, at first, I wasn’t aware of the tear of foil, then the hiss as Aaron rolled a condom onto his length. I blinked once, twice, clearing the fog and the sheen of pleasure-bought tears. Aaron’s gaze was fixed on the sight of his large sheathed cock parting my folds, sliding through the wet over my entrance but not actually entering me.
I whimpered as I canted my hips, too far gone to be embarrassed.
“I need to feel you,” I said, but I didn’t beg. My voice was strong, unwavering. I needed this man inside me like I needed my next breath. Electricity sparked along my skin as I thought of being connected to him, of having someone worthy for the first time in my life between my thighs. “I don’t care if it hurts. I want it to, so I remember you for days after this.”
Aaron moaned, and his hands lashed on to my hips, hauling me over the console so I settled suddenly in his lap. My cum-slick thighs slid against the rough fabric of his jeans as he moved me up and over his cock.
“Look at me when I spread you open,” he barked gruffly, one hand curling into the back of my hair to clench tightly andthe other slowly pressing me down onto his erection. “I wanna watch you struggle to take me.”
“Fuck,” I hissed, fisting both hands in his shirt so tightly there was arip. Even though I was loose and ready, slick as spilled oil between my thighs, it was a struggle to work myself down onto his thickness. He held me close, panting raggedly as he watched me wriggle and rock onto him.
“That’s it,” he coaxed thickly. “Yeah, Blue baby, work that cock into your snug little cunt. Wanna see you work for it.”
