Page 49 of Absolution

I unbuckle my seatbelt, and watch as his chest begins to move much faster than before. His eyes never leave mine as I shimmy across the seat, and find myself next to him. My hand moves onto his leg, and I give it a few tender squeezes.

“There’s something a bit farther up that would like to be squeezed,” he suggests.

“Not yet.”

“Are you teasing me, wife?”

“I might be,” I giggle.

“I might just like it,” he responds. My hand slowly inches up his thigh, before landing on the hard erection growing in his jeans. His head falls back at the sensation of my hand on his cock. My fingers trace the outline of his hardness, teasing him more.

“That look on your face is positively evil, Siren. I like it,” he growls.

I allow my fingers to roam toward the fly of his jeans, and slowly pop the button. He grows harder as I tug the latch of the zipper, and start pulling it down. He looks down at my hand with a quizzical look on his face as if this isn’t really happening. What likely was his idea of a joke is about to become a reality.

My hand reaches inside, and strokes his cock. He shifts in his seat, giving more access. He audibly moans, when all of my fingers wrap around his length, and rubs against him.

A sound in the garage jerks my hand from his jeans, and my eyes to our surroundings. We both scan the area, but find no one or a single car coming into the area. The idea of someone seeing us sends thick streams of excited arousal, straight to my core.

“As much as I like where that was going, this isn’t about my pleasure. It’s about yours,” he growls.

A mischievous look forms on his face, as his hands shift from his legs to mine. They slip below the maxi skirt I had picked out to wear on the plane, and cup the edge of my panties. He tugs them off my hips, and painstakingly inches them down my legs, until they reach my feet. Ratchet tosses them onto the dashboard, before returning his fingers underneath. His finger swipes against the outside of me, and a shiver shoots up my spine from the contact.

“Do you like it when I do this, Siren?” he asks, before slipping a finger inside of me. “Does this make your pussy wet?”

“Yes,” I sigh, and spread my legs wider for him.

“So responsive,” he comments, plunging a second finger inside of my wet entrance. His fingers crane, and a jolt of electricity spreads across my body. His other hand reaches up the length of my body, pulling up my shirt, and exposing my thin bra. My nipples are peddled against the coldness of the cab. He leans forward, and pushes one of the cups of my bra away, exposing my breast completely. He dips, and takes it in his mouth. His tongue swirls around the sensitive numb, and my body goes into electrical overload. His fingers begin to thrust in and out of me with every lick. He releases my nipple, and then devours my lips. I moan against his lips, and he smiles at my pleasure.

“Please,” I beg him. “I need you inside of me.”

He breaks the kiss, and that mischievous smile returns.

“I have an idea,” he tells me, leaning back against the driver side door. “Just go with it.”

Ratchet swivels in his seat, and pops open the truck door. I watch as he steps outside with his cock popping out of the top of his jeans. I fix my shirt trying to cover myself. He reaches in and pulls me out along with him, and leads me to the truck tailgate.

“Oh god,” I exclaim.

“Trust me, Siren.”

And I do. Ratchet lowers the tailgate, and turns his ass to it, hopping up on the gate like a seat. He scoots back, until he’s midway to the front of the bed and motions for me to follow.

Gathering the length of my skirt in my hands, I hoist my leg up and barely make it in. I crawl up to his side, and his mouth returns to mine. His tongue caresses mine like two partners dancing. Our kisses are a mixture of lips, and tongue in perfect union.

“Ride me, Siren,” he murmurs against my lips. I pull away, and stare down at him, trying to decipher if I really heard him right.

“Out here?” I nervously question.

“Yes, out here. Let go and feel freedom, Siren.”

I try to convince myself this is crazy, but I want this as badly as he does. I hike up my skirt again, and his hands slide his jeans down to his hips, and expose his cock. His hardness is ready, and my pussy is screaming at me to find my release.

Shifting my weight, I slide a leg over his hips, and settle myself above him. His cock rubs against me as I find my center, and we both groan. Releasing my skirt, I use my hand to guide his tip to my entrance and lower myself down onto him, impaling him inside of me. My walls relax as I lower myself farther onto his length, and fully sheath him.

His hands fall to my hips, and I begin to rock my hips across his pelvis. My back begins to arch and my head falls back in quick succession as his motions combine with my own.

“You are so fucking beautiful like this, Siren. So exposed, and so mine,” He hisses, as I increase my speed.

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