Speakeasy (True North #5)(24)

Then I pull her into my arms and kiss her again. I don’t want to stop.

“Ungh,” she says a minute later when we come up for air. “Will you think less of me if we do this?”

“Will you think less of me if I beg you to?”

“Hold this,” she says, handing me the condom. Then her shaky hands get to work on the rest of my zipper. There isn’t much room, so she’s struggling.

I have to pitch in and help her. “Hold this,” I say, freeing my cock from the confines of my boxers.

May lets out a bark of laughter at my joke. And then a giggle chases it.

“You shut up,” I whisper, teasing her. But the sound of her laughter does something good to my insides. I roll the condom down my length, then catch her smile with my lips.

She laughs into my mouth. But when I lift her skirt and skim my fingertips across her pussy, she stops laughing and moans. “Jesus. You’re a fun date too, Rossi.”

“The funnest.” I pull her panties out of the way. They’re the stretchy kind. I don’t even have to rip them. She lifts her body up, and I guide her closer to me. “Right there, babydoll,” I whisper.

I hear May suck in a breath. Then she eases down, enveloping my cock with her wet heat.

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper into the silence. “Unnngh. You feel so fucking good. Breathe, baby.”

She exhales, her lips at my cheek. I wrap my arms around her and squeeze. Random car hookups don’t seem like her usual style, and I feel a rush of affection for her adventurous spirit. The kiss I plant at the corner of her mouth is tender.

A gust of wind rattles the truck, and I feel like we’re the only two people in the world. Our rapid breathing and the breeze—those are the only two sounds I can hear.

It’s beautiful.

Kissing her neck, I roll my hips forward, deepening our connection. I have to move.

“Oh,” she pants. “Yes.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she begins to rock.

“That’s it,” I chant. “Like that. Take it. Fuck me.” I have a motormouth during sex. Never can shut myself up.

May grabs my face and smashes her mouth against mine. Her kiss is devouring. Her hips roll and grind.

We ought to be cold right now, but I break out in a sweat. I want to throw her down on a bed and fuck her properly. I want to roll around on a rug and kiss every inch. I want everything, and I want it right now.

But I’m stuck here in the truck’s cab and the limited motion is a big fucking tease. After a few happy minutes, I grab blindly for the handle on the ceiling, and when I find it I use it as leverage, jacking my pelvis upward in the world’s most erotic one-armed pull-up.

“Oh,” May moans into my mouth. She grabs the headrest behind me and braces herself.

It’s fast and dirty. I can’t slow down, not with the noises she’s making.

“Oh fuck,” she pants. “Ah! Ohhhh…”

“Bring it,” I pant. “Let me hear you get there.”

Her breathing accelerates. Or maybe that’s mine. I’m a little confused and a whole lot turned on. This is going to come to an exciting conclusion pretty fast if I’m not careful.

But then May grabs my hair and shoves her face into my neck. She lets out a soul-deep moan. Her body shudders around my cock as she whimpers my name.

And that’s it. I’m done. I wrench my hips up off the seat one more time as the orgasm rips through me. She holds on for dear life as I pulse inside her.

I’m not done kissing her, though. As I come down, I find her mouth with mine and taste her slowly. My body hums with sexual satisfaction, and I wish this moment would last all night.

But eventually I have to breathe. I turn my head to the side and gulp for oxygen. “Fuck,” I sigh. “That was—” I have to pause for more air. “—the most exciting law-school mixer I ever came to. So to speak.”

For a second she doesn’t respond. She dips her head and hides her face in the general vicinity of my neck. “Now I really don’t know what to say.”

“I think ‘oh God, Alec’ already said it all.”

She gives a little groan and keeps her face hidden.

“Hey.” I stroke her hair. “Don’t regret me so soon. Most women wait at least a day.”

She chuckles against my body.

We’re still joined, and I’m in no hurry to lose her. God, I feel good. I am so easy. The family slut, according to my brothers. And unlike May, spontaneous truck sex doesn’t really embarrass me.

“I just…don’t do this,” May says.

“You should reconsider that policy,” I suggest. “Just a thought.”

She lifts her face and smiles at me. “Are you always like this?”

“Slutty? Pretty much.”

“Unflappable is what I meant.”

“I flap plenty.” I kiss her on the nose.

Her expression suggests that I’m a very amusing creature. She shakes her head, then moves, disengaging our bodies. I let out a moan as my oversensitive dick is set free.

Then she climbs back onto her side of the seat, leaving me alone in the cold.

And I miss her already.





Chapter Eight





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