While watching me through lowered lids, he rocks his hips up, grinding his thick cock against the seam of my panties. He goes slower than we usually go, but it doesn’t dampen the intensity in the slightest. It’s as fire sparking now as it’s always been.
When I shudder, Nick smiles a wolfish grin. He loves how quickly he has me floating on a cloud of ecstasy. Eager to wipe the egotistical glint from his eyes, I shuffle back until I’m once again on my side of the bench seat. He almost voices a protest. He would have if my change in position didn’t quickly follow the unbuttoning of his jeans.
The hiss of his zipper lowering adds to the tension teeming between us, then the removal of his cock utterly detonates it. He’s thick and heavy in my hand, twitching as purposefully as the pulse between my legs. Air whizzes between his teeth when I glide my tongue over the glistening bead at the crest of his cock.
After moaning about his delicious taste, I lower my moistened lips down his wide shaft. The corners of my mouth burn from their painful stretch, but his taste and smell more than makes up for the discomfort. I love sucking his cock—almost as much as I love him.
The more bobs my head does, the more Nick’s crown glistens with his arousal, and the foggier his windows become. It’s almost dusk, so the condensation on the windows glistening in the sunset adds an enticing orange glow to our reunion. It’s as beautiful as the smirk Nick hits me with when I peer up at him at the same time my tongue laps up the sweet taste of his pleasure from his knob.
“Here I am trying to be a gentleman, and you throw out my attempts of decency by sucking my dick like a naughty little nymph.” His words quiver at the end when I increase the strength of my sucks. I hollow my cheeks so profoundly, his cock pops out of my mouth with a crack when he snaps my panties off my body. He pushes me back until my head is squashed against the passenger door of his truck and my pussy is mere inches from his face. “Now it’s my turn to show how being bad is ten times more fun than being good.”
* * *
We spend the next hour reacquainting. We don’t talk, not with words, anyway. We moan, growl, and let our bodies speak on our behalf. It’s a beautiful hour filled with devotion and sexual chemistry. It’s like it was before I left for college, except this time around, Nick is more attentive and gentle. He’s savoring every moment, as if we might not have many left.
After finishing the buttons on my shirt, I peer over at him. He yanks up the zipper on his jeans before aggressively tugging his shirt over his head. He seems angry, or perhaps upset? I don’t really know his emotions well enough to decipher between the two just yet.
“What’s wrong?” I decide the straight up approach is better than tiptoeing around what’s bothering him.
He takes in several deep breaths while staring out at the brilliant blue sky. When his eyes turn to mine, my breathing shallows. He’s definitely angry; there’s no denying it now. I try to hide my smile when he growls, “Sex parties and orgies. Really?”
I shouldn’t bother. The giggle rumbling up my chest gives away my ruse. I may be weird, but I think it’s endearing that he’s jealous about my banter with Slater.
Unappreciative of my laughter, Nick huffs, “It’s not fucking funny.”
Grinning, I nod. It’s more than laughable. Slater is like a brother to me, so just the thought leaves me with only two options: laugh or be sick. I went for the one that would create less mess.
“I was joking,” I say once the veins pulsating in Nick’s neck turn dangerous. “Besides my classes, I’ve barely left my apartment the past two months.”
When his eyes drift from the steering wheel to me, my heart rate accelerates. He’s assessing my face, storing every detail in his memory bank. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to get the frazzled pieces to calm down. If he’s snapping a mental picture, I want it to be a good one.
Any kinks in my hair are smoothed out by Nick’s fingers when we spend the next hour enjoying round two.
* * *
After checking my face in my rearview mirror, I clamber out of my car. My lipstick is no longer existent, and my hair is a rumpled mess, but the most visible sign I’ve been participating in vigorous sexual activities is in my eyes. They’re glossed over and beaming with lust.
Praying my parents are too old to comprehend why my eyes would have this appearance, I take the stairs two at a time before rushing through the front door. My heart stops beating when I see my mom sitting at my dad’s desk.
“Hi, Mom.” I dash for the stairwell. My mom isn’t as old as my dad, so I’m reasonably sure she’d understand what has caused the spark of lust in my eyes.
“Can I please speak with you?” Her stern tone indicates her question is not a request. It’s a demand.
I freeze at the bottom of the stairs to suck in a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll be right down after I take a shower.”
“Now!” Her low, angry tone rumbles out of the office.
Crap!
My shoulders slump as I pad into my dad’s office. My mom’s narrowed gaze scans my face the instant I step inside. Heat flushes my cheeks when her gaze slits even more after landing on my eyes. She gestures for me to sit in the wooden chair across from her before reclaiming my father’s chair. My brows scrunch when she lifts her chin at someone behind me. The room closes in on me when I crank my neck to see Maria closing the double doors of my father’s office.
This isn’t good—not at all.
I swallow the lump in my throat before returning my eyes to my mom. This is more intense than the time Emily and I got caught skipping school to go to the beach.
“Did Nick give you that gleam in your eye?”
When I shake my head, my mom’s top lip forms into a snarl. She’s detected my deceit without a word spilling from my lips. Hating the disappointment in her eyes, I change my head shake to a nod.
