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“I, for one, can’t wait. You’re going to be the hottest seventy-year-old in the bingo hall.”
That gets a laugh out of her. “And you’ll be the dirty old man still flirting with all the women. Flashing them that cocky grin and hoping your dentures don’t fall out mid-smile.”
“Saggy balls and dentures? Talk about a catch.” My fingers tickle her ribs, and Rory laughs and wiggles under my touch. “With all that to look forward to, you better enjoy me while I’m still in my prime.”
Rory takes her bottom lip between her teeth and undoes the buttons on my shirt, one at a time.
“So.” Her eyes travel up to meet mine. “You’re sure no one comes up here?” Her hand slides under the left side of my shirt as she pushes it slightly off my shoulder. “I mean, I don’t want to start anything if it means one of our friends will catch us while out on patrol.”
Rory grabs onto the material of my undershirt and yanks it until my abs are exposed. Her hand slips underneath and caresses my chest. Despite her supposed concerns, I doubt she has any plans to stop what she’s already started.
“We should be. For the time being.” Patrols are random, so I have no clue when someone will be by. But I will not let that stop us.
She tugs at my belt, loosening it while I slowly inch the zipper of her dress down. The feeling of her soft hand as she slides it down the front of my pants leaves me with ragged breaths. Her grip around my cock is gentle at first, but with each thrust I make into her hand, she tightens it. My arm snakes around to her front. The lace of her bra is rough under my touch as I seek out her nipple. Rory lets out a soft moan when I find it. Rolling the erect bud between my fingers, I can’t help but notice the way she keeps pressing her thighs together as she chases any type of friction she can find. She needs a release, and I’m more than willing to oblige.
“I want to make you come right here under the stars,” I tell her. My voice is gravelly and filled with lust for her. “You’re going to scream so loud the whole town below will hear.” Grabbing her wrist, I remove her hand from my cock and roll her until she’s flat on her back. “My mouth is watering just thinking about how good you taste when you explode all over my tongue.”
“Mmm,” Rory moans into my neck. “Yes, please.”
Pushing the hem of her dress up, I hook my fingers around the thin strap of her thong. Removing it, I toss it through the open back window of the truck.
“Those are going to be lost in the bottomless pit that is the floor of your backseat,” she teases.
“Uh-uh.” I shake my head. “Those are going in my glove compartment, and every time I miss you, I’m going to pull them out and take a big whiff.” I lay back and pull Rory on top of me. She straddles my cock, which is still painfully confined to my pants. “Your scent alone gets me hard as a fucking rock.” My thumb runs up her slit, and as I slip in between her lips, I’m instantly greeted by the wetness of her arousal. Bringing the pad of my thumb to my mouth, I suck her juices off, tasting her. “I need more,” I growl out.
The tips of my fingers dig into Rory’s curvy hips as I lift her away from my dick and toward my mouth. When her pussy is close enough, I lick up her slit in search of her clit.
“Oh, shit,” Rory exclaims. “Jackson, what are you doing?”
“Waiting for you to sit on my face.”
My words are so matter of fact that Rory stumbles over her own.
“Oh, God. I can’t—” But I don’t wait for her to finish. I pull her even closer and tighten my grip so she can’t squirm away. “Jackson, wait.”
But I don’t. If she won’t come to me, I’ll bring myself to her. I scoot down on the mattress and position my face right underneath her cunt. Her soft, bare flesh a mere few inches away. My tongue once again darts out as I lick her from entrance to clit. She’s almost in the perfect position. Now I’m able to deep tongue her core while I play with her clit. Rory’s hands find the light bar on the roof of the truck and she uses it to help balance herself. Which is fine. Only with each roll of her hips, I feel her move farther and farther away from me. Her moans are soft, and her breathing is heavy, so I know she’s into it. Which is why I’m confused as hell that she keeps pulling away.
“Rory, do you not want my face buried in your pussy?”
“What?” she hisses, surprised by my question.
“Do you want me to stop?” I lift my head and suck hard on her clit.
“Oh, shit, Jackson. No. Don’t stop, please,” she pleads.
“Then I need you to be here.” With more force than needed, I pull her down, so she’s literally sitting on my face. “Finally,” I groan out loud, although I doubt she can understand my muffled words.
Like a starved man, I eat her like she’s my last meal. With her pussy planted firmly on my beard and the softness of her thighs cradling the sides of my face, I’m finally in my happy place.
“Oh, God. Jackson,” Rory's strangled moan squeaks out. It’s so obvious that she’s conflicted. My mouth continues to devour her, causing her thighs to shake around me. “Shit,” she concedes, finally. I feel her legs relax as she lowers herself, using my face exactly as I want her to. “You better not suffocate and die on me.”
I have no plans on dying tonight, but what a hell of a way to go if I did. Rory grinds against me, using me as her own personal sex toy. Looking up at her, I see her dress bunched around her waist. Her breasts spilling out over the black lace of her bra. The curve of her neck’s exposed as she arches her head back. Dark brown curls, wild under the moonlight. She looks like a fucking goddess.
“Shit, Jackson, oh, God. I’m… I’m…”
Rory lets out a cry as her orgasm tears through her. I can feel every single wave of pleasure as her excitement coats my tongue. I take it all in, loving the fact that every drop belongs to me. She is mine, forever and always. Every moan, every orgasm, all mine. My cock jumps at the thought. The ache in my pants is something I can no longer ignore.
As Rory’s cries subside, I undo my pants. The tip of my cock is dripping with precum, and I can’t help my own moan of pleasure as I stroke my hand up and down it a few times. But there’s only so much solo manual stimulation a man can take when the real thing is inches away.
