The Good Luck Charm(40)

Ethan’s hands slide up the inside of my thighs, holding them wide as he dips down, tonguing a path from my entrance to my clit, where he latches on and sucks.

The hot press and suction send a welcome shock of pleasure through my body. I brace one hand on the dash and grab the headrest with the other, slinging my leg over the seat to give Ethan more room. He’s so tall and broad, shoulders taking up all the space between the seat and the dash.

I come hard and fast, my foot slipping and my heel hooking the steering wheel. I’m barely over the crest of my orgasm when Ethan lifts his head, licking his lips as one corner of his mouth turns up a smirk.

“Fuck. Just look at you. Still so fucking naughty, aren’t you? Getting in my truck with no panties on.” Ethan slips a hand behind my neck, stroking softly along my throat with his thumb. At the same time he mirrors the movement between my legs, fingertips skimming my clit, sliding lower. And then he’s pushing two fingers inside, curling up and in, hitting that sweet spot.

“Kiss me,” I moan, wanting the taste of me on his tongue while he finger fucks me.

He shakes his head. “Not yet.”

“Ethan.” It’s whiny and embarrassing.

His eyes lift from where his fingers slide in and out. He leans in until his mouth is a few inches from mine. He tightens his grip on the back of my neck so I can’t crane to reach him. “Such a greedy girl. Aren’t you already getting what you want?”

“Almost.” It’s hard to concentrate on any one thing with the way he’s touching me, how intense his eyes are, and how close, but out of reach, his mouth is. I feel lost in the ocean of blue, in the burst of amber, a late summer sunrise cresting his iris.

“Almost? This isn’t enough for you? I was trying to be good tonight, take you out, make you feel special, appreciated. I’m trying to date you here, Lilah, and then you have to pull this no-panties trick and shred my self-control.” His mouth is closer now, less than an inch away. “You like to do that, don’t you? To see how much you can push until I break.”

“Yes.” My admission is more moan than word.

The scent of his cologne fills my lungs. His fingers move faster, harder, more insistent inside me, until I’m on the precipice, teetering on the edge. And then I’m free-falling, nerve endings lit up, intense pleasure dominating, Ethan’s name a worship tumbling from my lips.

His eyes are dark, hot with need. He slips his fingers into my mouth and our gazes stay locked as I sweep my tongue along the length. His guttural groan sends another wave of desire through me, and I suck hard, then bite his fingers. He withdraws them, crushing his mouth to mine, biting my lip and then my tongue in punishment when I push past his.

I’ve never wanted like this. Never felt this level of desperation with anyone but him. Ethan hits the button on the glove compartment and fumbles around while I fight with the button on his pants.

He bangs his head on the roof when he folds back on his knees, tearing open a condom.

“Why do we need that?”

“Too much of a mess otherwise.”

I stop him before he can position it over the tip and roll it on. “Come in my mouth.”

“I don’t want a blow job. I want you to ride me.” He’s gripping his erection in his fist; the bead of wetness pooling at the tip spills over, trailing down the head.

“Oh, I plan to. You tell me when it’s time, and I’ll manage the mess.” I straddle his thighs, wrap my hand around his, and guide him to me.

His head falls back, mouth dropping open, eyes fluttering shut as he sheaths himself in me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, so good.” His lids flip open, eyes finding mine in the shadows cast by the field and the trees now blocking the slowly setting sun. “It’s always only been you—you know that, right? Nothing compares to this feeling. I should never have let you go in the first place.”

With a roll of my hips I lean in and brush my lips over his. “You have me now. We’ll make up for all that lost time.”

We kiss slow and fuck slower at first, but the tenderness fades, desire its usurper. I brace one palm on his shoulder and the other on the roof above me to prevent my head from hitting it, thanks to the vigorous thrusting.

The skirt of my dress is an obstruction to Ethan’s view, something he isn’t particularly fond of. Pulling the tie at my neck, he shoves the top down, along with my bra, then tucks the skirt into the fabric. Holding my hips, he pumps into me, helping me ride him.

“I’m close, are you?”

“Yes.” I drop a hand between my thighs and rub my clit, voracious in my quest for yet another orgasm when I’ve already had my fair share. I’m aware that he won’t be here to provide any for the next two days, but having this many in a row won’t ease the need for him in the slightest.

I’m still pulsing when he tells me it’s time. I keep grinding, ignoring his warning.

A flash of headlights through the back window draws my attention. I note another vehicle pulling up behind us on the dirt track. It takes a moment for me to realize it’s a police vehicle—cherries unflashing and siren silent.

“Shit.” I rise up as the vehicle comes to a stop and the driver’s side door swings open.

“It’s too late.” Ethan grips my hips and tries to get back inside me before he comes.