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Mason, by comparison, seemed more than willing to fulfill her secret exhibitionist desires. Last night, oral sex in an alley. Tonight, screwing in a parking lot. To hell with clean and horizontal, she wanted to mount him right here in the front seat and ride him until the windows steamed solid.
His finger flicked the seam of her jeans back and forth against her clit. She rocked her hips for more friction. So rough and torturously good.
“Right there, harder…” She clapped her hand over his, pressing both tight to her body her as she writhed through a fast, raw orgasm. “Oh my god, sorry.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? I haven’t even gotten you naked in a bed yet, and you’re already the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
“I really want to get to the bed part, but first this.” She clawed at his zipper, dug through layers of denim and cotton until his cock stood free and ready. Zero finesse, all business. “This is even prettier, now that I can admire it properly.”
He laughed. “My cock ispretty?”
“Very.” She stroked it base to head, licked her lips. “And mouthwatering.”
“I’d hate to see you go hungry,” he said, and nudged the back of her head.
“Wow, you’re offering yourself up for a blowjob, just for me?”
“I’m a considerate kind of guy, what can I say?”
The automatic door on the drugstore slid open for a departing customer. A dark-haired man carrying a bag of diapers walked in front of Mason’s truck en route to his vehicle. He didn’t give them a second glance. No reason to, yet. At this point they were nothing more than a couple sitting in a parked truck at a late-night pharmacy. A few minutes later and the guy would’ve seen her head bobbing up and down. Now that might’ve gotten his attention. Another car pulled in a few spots away and its driver hurried into the store.
Mason wore a smile so mischievous and sexy it should be illegal. His head cocked in question.
Could she do it—suck him off in the front row of a parking lot, where anyone coming or going from the store had access to the show? A small risk, considering the late hour, but a possibility nonetheless. Somebody could catch them. They might slow their walk to stare a bit, might even stop and watch. Heat pooled between her legs. Part of her wanted that.
“Let’s go to your place.” He shifted, made a move to put things away.
She stopped his hand, shook her head. “I’m not done here.”
“Andie—” Whatever sweet thing he was about to say died when her lips closed over the head of his cock, slowly slid to the base, then sucked him hard all the way to the top. “Do that again.”
She repositioned herself on the bench seat, on her knees, ass in the air. And sucked. Slow and hard at first, like he wanted. The more he vocalized his enjoyment, the hotter she got and the faster she went. His cock thickened. Got steel hard. His hand fisted in her hair and she nearly came from wanting to.
“Babe, stop.” He used his hold on her hair to angle her head to the side. She looked up with his cock still filling her mouth. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are with those perfect lips wrapped around my cock, staring up at me with those beautiful eyes? I need to be inside you.”
She took her time releasing him. He watched each inch as it eased from her mouth. Nobody had ever looked at her that way, consumed by hunger for what she gave.
As soon as he was free, he grabbed the bag that had fallen to the floor. Plastic and cardboard went flying. He ripped the packet with his teeth, then smoothed the condom down his length while she watched, riveted. Sex with a condom was a thing from her distant past. And sweet heaven, it had never been a sexy show like this.
“My turn to watch. Jeans off. Now.” His eyes followed her hands as she worked the zipper and shimmied out of the denim. “Leave the panties on.”
“They’re not as nice as the ones I left in the alley last night.” She rose to her knees beside him, the sound of his laugh working like a magnet on her hips.
“I don’t mind owing you a pair, but these look pretty great in my opinion.” He trailed one finger across the front of the skimpy blue thong, let it slide lower, back and forth over the strip of fabric covering her clit. He pushed the material aside. Dipped his finger inside her and gently urged her closer. “C’mere. Ride me.”
She swung her leg up and over. The goal—a sexy transition to straddling his lap. The reality—whacking her right foot against steering wheel.
“Ow, crap. Shit. My ankle.” She crumbled onto the seat beside him, throbbing foot cupped in her hands, half crying from pain and half laughing at killing the mood, klutz-style. “Do I have the moves, or what?”
“You really do.” A huge smile lit his face. He patted his lap, right next to his cock. “Foot. Let me take a look at it.”
“It’s just bruised. It’ll be fine in a minute.” She tried flexing it and winced.
“I’m the doctor here.”
“You’re ananimaldoctor.” Mason had her right foot across his thigh before she could blink. “God, you move fast.”
“I’m always quick with the feisty ones,” he said while checking her ankle with a series of gentle pokes and stretches.
