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Adrian leans forward grabbing a pair of sunglasses sitting on the dash and hands them to me. Slipping them on, I use the rearview mirror to check them out.
“I look like a state trooper,” I laugh, and Adrian slides his eyes to me, smiling. I notice how much he likes it when I smile or laugh. His eyes light up and crinkle at the sides.
“You love it when I smile,” I tease.
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “Ilike itwhen you smile.” He momentarily turns to me with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Ilove itwhen you come.”
His words cause heat to flood to my core as his fingers once again trail against my skin and slip under my shorts. As the truck speeds down the freeway, I grip the vinyl seat while his fingers find the edge of my panties, slowly moving back and forth over my sensitive skin. Looking around at the cars speeding past us, I tense while staring at him in wonder.
Does he mean to make me come while driving eighty down the freeway? By the answering look in his eye and his fingers inching their way closer to my wet core, I believe he intends to do just that.
My eyes slide towards him as he stares straight ahead focused on the road. There’s a tick in his jaw as I spread my legs further, giving him greater access, which causes him to swallow hard. It’s the only indication of a reaction as his finger lazily moves through my slickness. How easily he renders me submissive, especially in a vehicle hurtling down the freeway, and I realize just how much I need this. My eyes flutter closed while his finger circles my already sensitive clit, and I suck in a breath, feeling the truck slow as traffic thickens.
Breathing heavy, thighs parted, I open my eyes to see the vehicles surrounding us as a moan escapes my mouth and my fingers grip the edge of the seat. He keeps me on edge, moving his finger in circles and then down my slit to slide in and out again.
Pressing my bare foot to the dash I arch my back, pushing against him and tip my head back against the headrest. I don’t care about the cars next to us wondering what they see when their eyes slide in our direction. Pressing my face into his shoulder gives me an anchor as his finger pumps in and out of me. He removes my hand from his crotch that I didn’t even know was there, making atsksound.
“You’re going to cause an accident if you do that,” he groans, shifting in his seat as the music blares through the cab.
As my moans grow more insistent, his finger moves faster over my clit, the build exquisite, and the ache intense. Lifting my hips to meet his fingers, I roll with the motion of the truck. I feel every crack and bump in the road. A whoosh of air escapes my lungs as my arms reach overhead, slamming my palms to the roof as he causes me to fall over the edge. With my mouth open, no sound comes out, and my chest expands, gasping for air. I roll to the side, Adrian’s fingers still inside me, and sink my teeth into his arm to stifle the broken cry that races through me.
When I open my eyes, Adrian is staring back at me intensely. His heated gaze locks on me until he captures my mouth in a passionate kiss. Only when the car behind us honks does he let go, hitting the gas once again, propelling us through the light before turning down a side street.
“When did we exit the freeway?” I ask, finally noticing my surroundings as I try to adjust my panties that had been pushed aside.
“I had to exit early or I was going to get into a fucking accident watching you come.” Adrian grips the steering wheel as he pulls into a parking lot, stopping in front of a large brick warehouse.
Without another word he exits the vehicle, leaving me inside to watch in confusion as he punches in a code, causing the bay door to open. Inside the large industrial space are rolls of carpeting and shelves stacked with boxes that I can only imagine are filled with tile. Adrian gets back into the truck, slamming the door as he pulls inside the darkened space.
As soon as he turns the ignition off, he pulls me into his lap facing him, cupping my breasts with his palms.
“You made me come in my pants, Lake,” he groans into my mouth while kissing me, and it’s then that I feel the wetness seep through his jeans, and it makes me roll my hips on him. Feeling his cock grow under me fuels this need I have to get closer to him, to show him just how good he makes me feel. “I haven’t come in my pants since I was a fucking teenager,” he rasps.
Grinding against him, I take his lower lip between my teeth before sipping my tongue inside. His hands move up my back, pressing me further into him. Before I can even protest, he dips his hand into my shirt, pulling my breast from my bra and clamping down greedily on my nipple.
Tipping my head back, I let out a loud moan and press my palm to the ceiling of the cab as my back hits the steering wheel, sounding off the horn.
My eyes snap open and I laugh while looking around, but there’s no one here but us. He wastes no time tossing me onto all fours on the passenger seat while he yanks down my shorts. I wait impatiently as he undoes his jeans before he pulls me towards him, his hard cock sliding easily through my still-wet center. He fists his hard cock in his hand, lining it up to my entrance before slamming into me. Gripping my hips and holding me in place, he says hoarsely, “This is what you fucking do to me, Lake.” He slams harder into me, and I’m lost in his desperate need for me.
Punishing thrusts rattle the cab of the truck, and my broken cries echo in the large empty space of the warehouse. When he leans forward and bites my neck, an orgasm rips through my veins threatening to burn me alive. His heart hammers against my back, and I feel his cock jerk inside of me while he grips my hips. While we both breathe heavily in cadence with one another, I turn around, collapsing against the bench seat while a hysterical laugh escapes my lips. Adrian’s head tips back, laughing while tucking himself back into his jeans. I push the hair from my face and reach for my shorts that had been discarded on the floor of the truck.
“Still having fun?” he asks, still breathing heavy.
I nod my head. “Yes.”
“Good.” He grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me to him for a kiss.
If I could bottle this moment I would, because never have I ever been this high off a person in my life.
20
I REMEMBER EVERYTHING
You Put a Spell On Me by Austin Giorgio
Flicking through a few of his shirts, I see some button downs, but mostly t-shirts lining the small walk-in closet. Opting for a soft, weathered t-shirt, I pull it off its hanger and slip it over my head. It’s just the right length to cover my ass.
Pulling the material up to my nose I inhale his scent, even though it’s been washed. The whole closet smells like him, masculine and sweet like bourbon.
