The Wild Side (The Wild Side #1)(10)

“I’d love to.”

“Great.  I’ll go shower, and we can take off.”

Her hand on my arm stopped me.  “Wait.  Don’t.  You can shower at home.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice.

We were driving, about halfway to my place, before she said, “Are you afraid to touch me, Alasdair?  Do I make you that nervous?”

I didn’t want to answer that.

She didn’t press the issue, but she grabbed my hand, putting it on her thigh.

I started rubbing.

Her thigh felt so good, so firm, the skin so soft.

She was too much for me.  I’d been starved for too long.

My hand just kept moving up, though I willed it to stay still.  We were nearly to the gates of my community when I made it to her pu**y.  I petted her there through her shorts, my breath panting out of me.

She didn’t stop me.

I pulled over to the shoulder of the road, watching my hand as I softly rubbed her.  It was a fairly secluded street, so we had just enough privacy to make me bold.

She grabbed the waistband of her hot pants (they were light blue today) and pulled them down, showing me tanned skin that led all the way to the tiny patch of hair between her thighs.

She was a natural blonde, apparently.

I cursed, a long and fluent tirade.

This chick was so far out of my league.

She smiled and guided my hand into her panties.  They were so tiny that I wouldn’t have even seen them if they weren’t hot pink.

I cursed again when I felt that she was wet.  I pushed a finger into her.

We both moaned.

“Are you going to let me f**k you, Iris?” I asked her, breath catching.

I had to know.  I couldn’t take the suspense for another f**king second.

“Any way you want to, baby.  How long’s it been for you?”

My eyes shut tight, my other hand going to my hard-on.  I started jerking at it.  Just the thought of getting my c**k inside of this hot little sheath had me losing it.

It was a bad angle, but I worked my finger in and out of her as fast as I could.  She was so tight that she clenched like a vise on my finger.  What would she do to my cock?

I’d been right all along.  The girl was going to give me a heart attack.

“A long time.  I had some angry sex with my ex on her way out, but that was it.”

She stilled both of my hands.  “Can you make it home before getting off, baby, or do you need something now?”

I shook my head, too far gone for words.

“Let me tide you over.  Here.”

She rose up on her knees, sliding her little shorts and thong down.  Her body was so tight and tan.  I honestly hadn’t thought women could look like this in real life.  Better than Playboy, better than Maxim.

Better than any f**king thing.

She unzipped her top, letting those glorious tits spill free, her coral pink ni**les erect.

“Touch me while I suck on your cock.  I want the first time to be somewhere other than a cramped car, where you can take me really hard how I like.”

Did she really just say that?

Who could turn that down?

Not me.

She bent over, ass in the air, and used both hands to yank me out of my loose shorts.

I plunged a finger into her pu**y from behind as she went to town on me with her soft little mouth.

I was making noises I’d never even heard before; certainly they hadn’t come out of me prior to that moment.  I couldn’t hold them back.

It was unsettling and exhilarating.

She came up for air, and I kept finger f**king her.  I swear I could have been happy with just that, just the feel of her perfect little flesh tight around my finger.

She moaned and whimpered, and I used my free hand to palm her br**sts.  She stayed frozen like that, and I couldn’t believe it when she started shaking, clenching, and calling my name.

Was she faking it?  I, frankly, hadn’t even been trying to get her off yet.  I’d just been feeling her up, however I could.  I’d been planning to eat her out to get her to come, later.  In my limited experience, women were not this easy to get off.  It took time, and epic amounts of oral.  Hell, I hadn’t even touched her clit.

My finger had stopped moving in her, but she started to jerk her h*ps as her walls stopped clenching around me.

“Don’t stop.  Again, baby.”

“Did you really…come?”

She laughed.  “What gave it away?”

She went right back to sucking on me.

I was done for.  I didn’t last thirty seconds after that.

I shot my load down her throat, and those muscles worked me as she swallowed every bit of it.  When I stopped spurting, she made her way up to my tip and licked it clean

She kissed me after, my finger still inside of her, and I could taste myself on her.

“Next time you go down on me, I want to come all over your tits,” I told her.  “And your face.”

I couldn’t believe that had come out of my mouth.

What the f**k was wrong with me?

“And then you can titty f**k me,” she whispered into my mouth.

Well, f**k.

Out.  Classed.