Page 10 of Hank

What did help was the fact she still had a pike prodding her backside that needed attention.

"Let me up," she muttered, squirming in his hold. It took a second of him frowning at her, but he finally allowed her to slide from his lap. She immediately toed off her shoes and socks, before shucking out of her jeans and panties. Her bra and sweater kept getting in the way, so she shrugged out of them and laid them out over her coat.

Had she, in her wildest imagining, believed she’d be completely naked in the back of a strangers truck when she’d woken up that morning?

No.

But now that she was here, and if she was going to do this, she was going to do it right. She wanted the feel of those talented fingers and his hands all over her. Who knew how long it would be before...

She glanced over her shoulder at a statue-still Hank and froze with her hand on the back of the front seat.

"Is something wrong?"

Surely she hadn’tcompletelyread this situation wrong. Or maybe he didn’t like what he saw. And wouldn’t that be mortifying?

"No," he ground out, his jaw clenching and eyes tracing over her body while he reached behind him. Want, need, and a bit of desperation shone out at her in the darkness as he pulled his wallet in front of him, then opened it, producing a condom, before setting it aside. He didn’t say another word as she enjoyed the sight of him pulling his t-shirt over his head. She’d been right.Verynicely muscled, with a smooth, solid, heaving chest.

Thiswashappening.

Thank you all that is holy.

Then his hands were at his waist, undoing his jeans. If his cock looked as good as it had felt…

She licked her lips in anticipation.

"I wish you wouldn’t do that," he growled, lifting his butt up from the seat and working his jeans over his hips. "You’re making this harder for me."

"No pun intended, right?"

Well, that sounded stupid. Good job, Jo.

"No," he grumbled. "This…" His jeans and undershorts cleared his cock, where he slid them down to his knees. "This is no pun."

"No…" She swallowed down the lump in her throat as she twisted herself on the seat until she was right up beside him. Center court, if you will. Was she aware she was staring? She was. But she couldn’t help it. "It’s not." In fact, it was anything but.

Long, thick, and veiny, with a drop of pre-cum glinting in the muted moonlight.

She wassotransfixed, she hadn’t even noticed his hands moving. Not until she heard the telltale sound of something ripping open.

The condom packet. She tore her eyes away at the sight of him positioning it over the head.

"Um, do you want me to?—"

"Not on your life," he said low, while rolling the rubber down his length. "I can’t risk not making it inside you." He turned his blazing eyes on her. "And Iwillbe inside you," he said, holding one hand out to her over his body while he slid forward on the seat.

She took hold of his hand, while deep down she knew this was going to be more than she could handle. Not the size of his cock. It was perfect. But the feelings this man stirred inside her.

He tugged on her and she allowed herself to be pulled until she straddled his body, on her knees with her core centered over him.

"Hank."

His desperate, gray eyes snapped up to hers from where they’d been fixed where their bodies were so close, and he let go of her hand.

"Yes."

She stared at him for several seconds, watching him closely as she lowered herself onto him. It was new experience for her. Controlling a man’s pleasure. Ash had always dictated everything to her, making sure she took care of his needs, exactly in the wayhehad wanted. That, of course, was followed by a wham bam, thank you ma’am kind of sex that more times than not had left her wanting.

It was all she had ever known.

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