Page 190 of Unhinged

I shake my head. “Never.”

Greg shifts and puts more into his strokes as I play with my clit. Two minutes later, I feel a familiar twinge and yank the blanket to put beneath me before I shriek, “Oh, fuck!” I drop my head and look between my legs to see the small shower raining over his hand.

He groans, “Shit. This is so hot. I fucking love it.”

Panting, I beg, “No more. I’m done. I can’t.”

He removes his fingers slowly, and I collapse, beyond exhausted. I hear his soft voice in the distance and then a possible kiss on my cheek. Still in my disheveled bikini, I’m out until morning.

Greg pulls into Amos’s driveway. His eyes are sleepy, but he’s sexy as fuck. I try to gather my things, but he says, “Leave them. I’ll bring them in later when I stay tonight.”

“You’re staying with me?” I ask as if it’s an outlandish idea that only happens every blue moon.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter where we sleep. As long as I can make mad, passionate love to my wife before she zonks out.”

I shove his arm as he giggles. “But you’re that good. Jeez, Greg. You’re a natural at sex.”

“No. It’s instinctive when you’re with the right person.” He shrugs.

I lean over the console and grabbing his coat collar, I kiss him with tongue until he groans and turns his head. “Now I need to jerk off. Thanks.”

“Do not. Save it for tonight.”

“That’s a long time from now. We work tonight too.”

I sigh but grin. “That’s right because we’re a package deal.”

Greg’s smile is instant. “Hell, yeah, we are.”

I kiss him again, and cautiously daring, I reach down to stroke his dick and balls through his sweats. He wasn’t kidding since he’s halfway to full-mast.

Greg pulls away. “Goddamn it, Simone.” He clutches the back of my head. “Your lunch break. The storage room. Ass in the air.”

“Or…” I prod him some more. “Since you gave me extra love last night, I’ll give you a quickie BJ in the back seat.”

His eyes bug out of his head, and I laugh. He looks to the area around the truck and argues, “It’s broad fucking daylight.”

“It’s cloudy. I don’t see anyone, and there are trees and bushes. They won’t notice unless you want them to.” I smirk, but his uneasiness climbs.

“But Vaughn… Damn it, there goes my hard-on.”

“He wakes up in about twenty minutes. What will it be? Mind-numbing BJ now or wait until lunch for a hot screw?”

“Uh… You’d still want to do that after our shower?” Greg drops his gaze, humiliation advertising itself on a highway billboard. It’s a shame he shouldn’t have.

I answer him by getting out of the truck and into the back seat while Greg hesitates but follows. He leaves on his coat, but I take off mine to move better and lift my A-line skirt some so I can bend. But Greg first grasps my head and brings me to his lips. I drop my hand to his crotch and pull down the front of his sweats. Greg lifts himself up and pulls down his sweats enough for me. I grab his shaft, and he puts his hand over mine as I stroke him. He seems to like holding my hand when I do it. I don’t know if it’s a comfort or trust issue. God. I hope it’s not about trust. I’ll have to ask him about it when we have more time.

Knowing Amos sometimes awakens sooner, I work fast since I promised to deliver. Before I leave his lips, I whisper, “I love you, swizzle stick.”

“I love you too, buttercup.”

I kiss him again and then bend to take him into my mouth. I still taste me, and it’s off-putting, but the thought of me sticking to his dick all day is a turn-on. I concentrate on the tip while stroking his shaft. I also hum over his skin and talk in between licks and sucks.

“I want more of your cream,” I say as I lick. His legs stiffen beneath my arm, so I know it’s working already. “Last night was the best.” More licks. “You schooled me so hard.” I suck his tip and then say, “I felt your love for me.”

He buries his hands into my hair. “Oh, yes, baby. I wanted you to feel that. Fuck, your tongue is the best. Right there. God.” I smile as I kiss and tongue the tip how he likes it. “Shit. Yeah. That.”

“I taste you already.” I circle my tongue around the tip as he pants, and I ask, “Remember how you dripped from me?” I cup his balls as I kiss with more suction. “Remember how I ate some?”

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