Page 69 of Blue Jeans in Low Beams

“Ohhhhh…” I flick one of her nipples with my thumb, nipping at her ear again, earning me not only a moan but a wiggle of her hips. The movement is enough to make my already hard dick spark to life, looking for more. “So then if I were to look in your head?”

I trail my fingers down her belly, walking them slowly, one in front of the other. When I reach the button of her shorts, I stop briefly. Brenna lets out a gasp, jutting her hips forward, as if silently goading me. I flick the button open, continuing my trek, letting Brenna’s stuttered breathing guide me.

“You’d find horny,” she answers in a breathy whisper.

“Yeah?” I follow up, dipping my hand into her panties. “And what would I find here?”

I keep moving, her smooth skin soft under my fingertips. My whole body zings, electricity flowing through my veins as I reach Brenna’s clit. I circle it once, her pussy already so wet that it makes my mouth water remembering how sweet she tastes. Brenna’s hips move, trying to force more contact, rubbing against my cock.

Fuuuuckk…

She keeps that up, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to behave. I’m already pushing it, my hands down her pants like this out in public. It’s dark, and the wall of my truck bed helps, but the whole town is here. And they might have kept their mouths shut about us until now, but if I’m caught with my hands down her pants, plenty will be said.

That doesn’t stop me though.

I kiss my way down the side of Brenna’s neck, pausing right at the spot where it meets her shoulder. I nip at the sensitive skin, circling the swollen bundle of nerves again. Brenna squeaks, and it makes my pulse jump. Fuck, do I love all the little noises she makes. Every single sound that comes out of her mouth fuels me more. Makes me want to make her come over and over and over again just to hear them.

“Milo…”

And then there is my name on her lips. It’s like a prayer, whispered so reverently that my heart can’t do anything but stop. She owns me when she does that. And she has no idea.

“You like that? You want more?”

I don’t wait for an answer. I move away from her clit, sliding two fingers inside her. She’s so tight, hot, and wet for me, and it’s all I can do not to let out my own groan. But I know that if I do, it wouldn’t be as quiet and beautiful as hers. No. It would be a roar. It would be me claiming her.

I continue my efforts, finding that sweet spot inside her that I know rocks her world. Because that is my only focus right now—rocking her world. Brenna moves her hands to my thighs, digging her nails into them. The sweet sting of them through the fabric of my pants is more than welcome. It lets me know that what I’m doing is working. But working isn’t enough. I need to get her there.

Over the edge.

“Come for me, Bren.”

As if my words are all the permission she needs, Brenna shatters. Her whole body goes rigid, head thrown back, a silent scream escaping. Not wanting to take any risks, I grab hold of her face, pressing my mouth to hers to capture the scream. I kiss her hard, my hand now working double time to stay with her as her climax racks her body.

A long moment later, Brenna collapses into me, all her muscles relaxing. Removing my hand from her pants, I let her catch her breath, savoring her taste from my fingers. Fuck, she’s even sweeter than I remembered.

“Milo…” She twists in my lap, those gorgeous brown eyes looking up at me, stealing my heart.

“Yes, beautiful?”

Running her hand along my hard length, Brenna licks her lips. Anticipation floods my system, my mind racing with all the possible things that she could say or do next. With all the things I want her to do. With how much I want her.

But this has to be mutual. She has to want these next steps as much as I do. I know that everything we’ve done so far has been consensual, but that doesn’t mean she’s ready for the next step. It’s a big step. One I won’t push her to make until she’s ready. All she needs to do is say the words.

“What if we looked inside your head?”

Well then…

“You’d find a different thought entirely.”

“Such as?”

“That we should finish this at home.”

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BRENNA

Holy shit.