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Being pulled closer didn’t suck.
But it did press his hard-on into her belly.
That also didn’t suck.
It didn’t seem as if Shay thought it sucked, either. A good sign that she might get onboard with his plan. Maybe even get onboard him.
He preferred to do it in a bed the first time and not out in the open because he wasn’t sure how comfortable she’d be about it, since she seemed to be on the more reserved side. But the longer they rode, the more impatient he was getting.
That was when he decided on the detour.
If she fucked the way she kissed—with complete abandon—he sure as fuck hoped the night went the way he planned.
For a moment, he let her drive, let her explore his mouth, taste his lips, suck on his tongue.
When she finally pulled back, he hadn’t had enough yet. He wanted more of her mouth on his, but he also wanted more from her in other ways.
He’d never been a huge kisser. With the sweet butts he always avoided it. There was a difference with simply having sex to get off as opposed to sex to also create a connection. To him, kissing was part of the second type.
Had Lizzy and him kissed? Fuck yeah, but she’d also been a regular in his bed for two years and a huge part of his life. She might not have realized it and he might not have, either. Until it was too late.
His fucking mistake.
There was a saying: “Things happen for a reason.” Maybe he was currently staring at that reason.
Fuck, he wished once again the parking lot was better lit. He could only imagine her cheeks were flushed, her brown eyes heated, her lips swollen. Her nipples peaked hard under her blouse.
“You want me?” Her question caught him off guard. For a second, he swore he heard a bit of uncertainty in her voice.
It made no sense but then, she had a past that might have ingrained insecurity into her. No matter how long ago it had been since she’d last been bullied or made fun of, the mind tended to retain the rotten shit and it was difficult to clean out all the resulting damage.
“Thought it was pretty fuckin’ obvious when my dick was hard last night.” It was impossible to miss how hard it was right now, too. Especially since it was pressed into her.
Her head tilted slightly as she stared up at him. “Did you want to have sex with me last night?”
“Truth? Struggled to walk away last night.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have.”
Yeah, maybe he shouldn’t have. But he was still trying not to overwhelm her with his personality and with his lifestyle. He was doing his best to give her little bits at a time, to ease her into it.
That plan might end up being thrown out shortly since his dick was now painfully hard as it pressed against his zipper. “We can make up for it now.”
“So, here?” She glanced around the dark lot and her eyes landed on his sled. “Is that possible?”
“Anything’s possible if you want it bad enough.”
“How badly do you want it?” Her voice had become husky. He was dying to touch her nipples to see if they were hard, touch her pussy to see if she was wet. And feel her mouth on him again. He didn’t give a fuck where.
He grabbed her hand and slid her palm down over the evidence of how badly he wanted her.
A little puff of air escaped her parted lips.
Totally shocking the shit out of him, she scrambled to undo his buckle, unfasten his belt, open the button and zipper in record time. In a flash, her hand was diving down his jeans, grabbing him. Squeezing.
Fuuuuuck.
He mentally scooped his brains off the ground and shoved them back into his head. “Shay,” he groaned as she began fisting him like she meant it.
Her thumb began circling the tip, smearing the precum around the crown.
“Shay,” he tried again. He should stop her.
He didn’t want to.
He’d stop her if he got too close.
Yeah, new plan.
He cupped her face and took her mouth again, filling it with his groan, then captured her answering one.
When her fisting became more intense and her pace quickened, he broke the kiss, grabbed her wrist and pulled himself free.
“You don’t like that?”
“Ain’t that, sweetheart.” He blew out a breath. “Like it too much.”
“Oh,” she said with a short laugh. “Okay, good.”
It was more than good. “Got an idea.”
“Just now? Or was it part of your plan?”
“Yeah.”
“Yes to which one?”
“Both.”
She shook her head at his answer. “Okay, what’s the idea?”
“Wanna bury my face between your legs.” Those weren’t the words he really wanted to use but he reminded himself to not show how fucking crude he could get right from jump street.
Small bits.
Break her in slowly.
