Page 54 of Never Kiss and Tell

He’s so crude, but the dirtier he gets, the hotter I become. The air is on full blast, but I feel like someone’s lit the backseat on fire. Charlie’s hand lightly brushes over my breast and my nipple aches for him to touch me. He leans forward, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh below my ear and I moan, making the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard.

“Your nipples are rock hard, but you say you don’t want me?” he taunts, kissing the swell of my breast that peeks over top of my tank top.

“You have the air on high,” I explain, gripping his shoulders so hard my nails dig in.

Charlie chuckles, his tongue darting out to lick a line from the middle of my jaw up to the bottom of my ear. A moan escapes my lips, though I fight to hold it back as my core floods with warmth. My body melts against his and I roll my hips over him, seeking — no,needingthe friction.

“Fuck,” Charlie grunts, destroying any resistance left inside me. His voice is thick, his breathing ragged. He grips my hip with his hand and moves me over him again, making my headfall back and a whimper escape my lips. “That’s right, Bailey. Good fucking girl.”

I’ve never been one to care what a man says to me during sex, but Charlie praising me for simply complying awakens new parts of me that I didn’t know existed.

The next time he thrusts against me, I widen my legs on either side of them. I shift against him, slowly rocking my hips over his erection while a fire burns inside me.

“Fuck, princess,” he grunts, aligning my hips over his to hit me perfectly. I let out a desperate cry, my cheeks burning hot with embarrassment.

“Please, Charlie,” I whisper, burying my head in his neck and kissing the flesh there. He grunts, his hands sliding down to cup my backside.

“I thought you despised me?” he taunts, grinding into me.

I narrow my eyes at him, working up the nerve to climb off his lap, but he makes the smallest move, his erection pressing into my clit and I jerk above him, letting out a moan.

“That’s what I thought,” he says, his hands on my hips moving me over him.

“Ahh . . .” I gasp, my head falling back. Charlie takes advantage of that, nipping at the flesh over my throat. I’ve never grinded on a man before, even with Drew. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, like a race to the finish line, only you’re not allowed to use your legs to get there.

“You’re such a pig,” I tell him, my breathing ragged as I move my hips to meet his thrusts.

“And you’re a brat,” he retaliates, his hand coming between us to grip the top of my tank top. He pulls it down, exposingmy bra. His finger hooks into the cup and he tugs, my breast falling over the top. “Fuck, these are perfect,” he grunts, pulling me forward and wrapping his lips around the hardened peak. My hands delve into his hair, tugging on the short strands and a shaky breath releases from my throat. I’m so close to release I can practically taste it.

He growls, the sound reverberating straight through my nipple and to my core. Despite how big of an ass he is, I want to touch him. I want his hands on me. I want to feel what’s hiding beneath these jeans. I reach through the collar of his shirt, feeling the strong and warm muscles of his back, and dig my nails into the flesh.

“I know you want to come, princess,” he grunts, and he’s not wrong. I’m practically begging for it, my body desperate. Crazy ideas run through my mind, like how bad I want to taste him. How much I want tofeelhim inside me.

I shake my head, fighting the onslaught of pleasure, though it’s no use.

My moans reach a fever pitch and I’m sure the windows are fogging around us. My heart beats wildly in my ears, drowning out the sounds of our heavy breathing. My body begins to unravel and bright lights shoot behind my clenched eyes. I come harder than I ever have before, my thighs spasming over Charlie’s.

“That’s it,” Charlie urges, rolling me faster over him until I can’t take any more. He swallows my moans on a kiss, nipping at my lips roughly when I come back to Earth.

“Do you always do this with your sister’s friends in your truck?” I pant, leaning back.

He eyes me, though I can tell he’s not as angry as he was before.

“I told you. You’re her only friend.”

A set of headlights comes down the road, passing us. They brake and whip into a nearby driveway as the car comes back.

“Fuck.” Charlie lifts me, and practically tosses me to the passenger’s seat. “Buckle up.”

I do as I’m told as the state trooper car passes us before pulling in right behind us.

Charlie rolls down my window as a bright flashlight shines in my face. I squint, clenching my eyes shut against the light like I’m staring into the center of the sun.

“You two alright in here?” the officer asks. He can’t be any older than me, I think as he shines the light across to Charlie.

“Yeah, we just had to pull over for a minute.”

I’m sweating. I know my hair is a mess and so are my clothes. I practically scream, I was just dry humped into the best orgasm of my life, while Charlie looks calm as a cucumber.

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