Bet on It (39)

She had the condom on him in a stroke. But instead of straddling him in the traditional way, she turned with her back to him, throwing her right leg over his. She did it so fast that she didn’t get a chance to see the surprise on his face, but his hotly muttered curse clued her in that he was very much unopposed to the position.

Hopefully it would be easier this way. Not only on a logistical level, but from an emotional standpoint too. If she could focus on the feelings and sensations of the sex without having to look at his face, it might make things easier for her when it was all over. Plus, she’d always wanted to try it this way.

Walker’s hands immediately went to her ass, raising her dress up over it and hissing once she was revealed.

“God, this ass.” His tone was almost dreamlike. “I’ve spent a lot of time thinkin’ about this ass.”

“Does it live up to the hype?” Her confidence seemed to come out of nowhere, but she refused to question it.

“It’s better,” he said. “So much fucking better. Can you lean forward? I want to see more of you.”

Aja did as he asked, moving until her forearms were resting on the center console and she could feel a slight draft on her center. She knew that he was just looking at her, staring at where she was hungriest for him. It was a heady feeling. It made her feel free and powerful—and so, so hot.

She immediately clenched around his length when he finally slid inside her, shivering at the feeling of being stretched so wide by something real for the first time in a long time.

It was her job to move the rest of the way, moving her ass back until he was in her to the hilt.

“Oh fuck,” Walker muttered. “Oh my fucking God.”

She kept silent but smiled, that powerful feeling swelling in her chest. Riding him in this position was easier than she’d thought. Having her upper body leaned forward gave her more leverage to bounce her ass in his lap without getting tired.

Their breath and bodies made the car hot, and she didn’t take the time to open her eyes and look, but she would have bet the windows were fogged. She was also positive that the car was rocking—even if only a little bit—with the force of their fucking. Should she have been embarrassed? Probably. Was she? Absolutely not. She was too caught up in the way his dick curved to her so perfectly to care about anything else.

“I swear you’re goin’ to kill me, Peaches.” The nickname made Aja tighten around him. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything as good as you.”

She whimpered; the feel of him had her unable to speak. He was mouthy during, and even when she didn’t have the words to reply, she realized that she liked that. A lot.

He gripped her hips, helping her ride him, but managed, somehow, to keep his own hips relatively still.

Fire traveled from her toes, up to her knees and thighs, which burned slightly from the lack of this particular kind of use. When the heat reached her pussy, she bounced on him faster. Then Walker was touching her all over. Rubbing the insides of her thighs, squeezing her hips, reaching around to rub her nipples through her dress. He was everywhere, inside her, outside her, all around her. She could smell his cologne mixed with the sweet summer sweat on his skin, feel the weight of him entering and leaving her, hear his nasty coaxing words of encouragement. The only thing she couldn’t do was see him, but even then, she could picture his face perfectly behind her eyelids.

“I want to feel you come, Aja,” he growled. There was desperation there, so deeply rooted that it felt like he’d been yearning to say the words for a long time.

She couldn’t compel her mouth to work, words refused to form even in her brain. But her hips had a mind of their own and the only thing they wanted was to get them both off.

She cried out when she felt his fingers graze her clit. Soft and a little dry, like always, they sent a jolt of pure ecstasy through her body. His fingers circled her, bringing her closer and closer.

She ran into her orgasm like a brick wall. So hard and fast, it sent her reeling. Her head went heavy, and her toes curled. Her stomach flip-flopped as she fell deep into her pleasure. Body shivering, she fell forward even more, giving Walker room to fuck at his leisure.

Hers hadn’t even subsided before his hips stilled and the hands on her hips gripped tighter. She tightened around him, and he let out a shuddering breath, then a low moan. He kept his grip tight on her hips as he came down. She could feel him bend forward some, pressing his head into the center of her back. When the whisper of his lips hit her skin, she nearly bit down on her tongue.

“Turn around, Aja.” Walker was the first to speak. “Let me see you, let me kiss you. Please.”

She rose up off him slowly. He still felt so unbelievably good, and she was regretful that she couldn’t hold on to him a little longer. Walker had his arms around her as soon as she turned.

“There’s that beautiful face,” he whispered against her lips. “The only part of that I even slightly regret is how I didn’t get to see your face when you came.”

She kissed him, hoping her mouth said everything she couldn’t say out loud. Conveying every bit of longing and happiness she felt. And when they pulled away from each other, she felt lighter—she felt good.

Walker smiled at her, lips stretched, teeth gleaming white, eyes burning even in the dark. She was helpless to do anything but smile back.