Page 53 of Out of Place

“Yes, Olivia. Take it. Take what you need from me.”

I do. My pace increases as I ride his cock and grind against him. My clit is still sensitive from his tongue, but I feel another orgasm building all over again.

“Do it, Olivia. Come on my cock. I know you want to. I can feel your cunt squeezing me.”

One more thrust and I’m there, coming undone on top of him.

When I come back down, he grabs my hips and angles me back. I accidentally lean on the horn. The sound makes me jump, but Landon doesn’t seem to notice. He’s laser-focused on where we’re connected.

He thrusts into me at a punishing pace. I feel him everywhere, completely using my body how he needs.

And then he stops. His head falls back as he groans and whispers my name. I feel him pulsing as he comes deep inside me. When I’m completely filled, he pulls me into his chest and gently kisses my lips. Both of us are sweaty, and the windows of his truck are all foggy.

So foggy that neither of us notices the red and blue lights are flashing behind us.

There’s a knock on the driver’s side window.

“Shit,” Landon whispers, pulling my skirt down to cover my ass. He makes no move to get me off him, so I stay put, plastered to his chest.

He lowers his window, and the same cop who pulled us over last time stands there. Is there only one cop in this damn town?

“Hey, Dean.” Landon greets him casually, like I’m not sitting on his lap, his cock still inside me and his cum starting to leak out.

Dean shakes his head. “Landon. What the hell, man?”

“Sorry.” He offers the officer a small shrug. “I couldn’t keep my hands off her.”

“That’s all well and good, but you can’t be doing this in a public place. Someone could’ve easily walked up on y’all.”

“I know. I wasn’t thinking,” Landon admits.

“Please move along from this parking lot, and for the love of god, find a bed next time.”

“We will,” Landon promises.

Dean rolls his eyes and walks back to his patrol car. As soon as our window is back up, Landon and I burst out laughing.

“You’re going to get me thrown in jail,” he teases.

“Me? You’re the one who pulled me onto your lap.”

“And you’re not wearing any panties,” he counters.

“Only because you cut them off last time. I don’t have many cute pairs with me, so this is all on you, buddy.”

He laughs again. “I guess we better get out of here before Dean comes back with handcuffs.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Handcuffs? That could be fun.”

Landon shakes his head with that gorgeous smile on his face.

I lift off him, leaving behind a sticky mess. He grabs a napkin from his glove compartment, wipes off, and tucks himself back into his jeans.

When I reach for a napkin, he stops me. “I want my cum dripping down your leg, sweetheart. Leave it.”

Fuck, that’s hotter than it has any right to be, but it makes me think of something I should’ve asked last time.

“Should we be using condoms?” I ask.