Page 14 of Frog Hog

“I expected a fun little anecdote, not how you spent long hours creating the perfect name for an electronic device meant to give you orgasms. It’s odd. No ifs, ands, or buts about that.”

I shrug. “You’re right. But he’s seen my O face more times than you have.” Reaching above my head as high as I can, I stretch my arms. “Should we go in the back and make ourselves more comfortable?” His car is clean. Meticulously so.

Hutch is grinning like a lunatic. “Is that a fucking challenge? How many orgasms has ole’ Vince given you?” He has a slight drawl, when he speaks animatedly. I kick off my heels inconspicuously. “Certainly parts of my body will make your toes curl quicker than an electronic device.” His word choice is very specific.

Scoffing, I crawl into the back seat with as much tact as a footballer. “It has given me an unmeasurable number of orgasms. Come on. He’s like three years old.” I bought it from a vibrator party after I broke up with Dean. It seemed like a proper purchase to mark my newly minted single status. When I’m situated in the seat behind the passenger’s side I glance through the windshield at the wide screen.

Hutch sighs. I feel his gaze on my face as I avoid his. The move is his. “When I go back there, we’re finished watching the movie.”

“Why else would you bring me to a drive-in? The actual movie hasn’t even started yet. You must have some hidden desire to reenact your teenage years.” I waggle my brows, and pinch my lips to stop a smile.

Instead of crawling over the seats he exits the car and joins me in the back seat using the door, like a civilized human. What seemed like a roomy back seat only moments before turned into a cardboard box now that he’s occupying the other seat. “When I was a teenager I didn’t fuck girls.”

I take his hand in mind. “You fucked boys?” I grin.

He raises one brow. “No. I was a straight-laced teenager focused on my studies. I had a steady girlfriend all throughout high school. I didn’t have sex with her until senior year.”

I swallow. It’s an interesting fact. It’s also probably the most telling thing he’s admitted yet. My lame boy joke seems more juvenile now than it did seconds ago. “I was a straight-laced teenager, too. While we’re comparing notes.” I can’t cop up to Dean, though. Not yet. That’s too telling about me. Predictable isn’t a quality I ever want associated with my name.

He nods. “I can tell.”

“You cannot possibly know that about me. I ooze confidence and sultry, sexual charisma.”

He leans forward, but halts several breaths away from my lips. “I’m good at reading people. You put on a good front.”

“Well, I’m not some terrorist you can give a human lie detector test to.”

Tilting his head, he brings his lips close to my ear. “You give it up without even trying. If you don’t want me reading you, hide better.”

My skin prickles. Not just where his lips are—my whole body is aware of his proximity. His intimidating words meant to warn me away, only drench everything below my waist. He’s the wolf and I’m red riding hood. Bring on the bestiality. Bring. It. On. “What if I’m tired of hiding?” I ask. If I just want to be myself and take what I want. And what I want is to give myself to him without any reservations or hang ups about what people think.

“Then spread your fucking legs and give everything to me,” he rasps. His hand skims my knee and slides up my inner thigh. His motion pauses when he realizes I’m not wearing anything underneath. “You’re making this too easy.” The bright lights from the screen flash across one side of his face. Half of a devilish smile winks at me—as if to say,hello, I’m going to destroy your pussy now, the bill will be in the mail.

I pull back so I can look him in the eye. “Is there such a thing as too easy?” I don’t wait for him to answer, with one hand cradling the side of his face I kiss him, opening my mouth to let my tongue brush against his. Hutch pulls me by the hand to get me closer to his body, while his other hand, the more important one, grazes my wetness. “We could have done this earlier. At my house. It would have been more comfortable.”

“I want you to take my fingers inside you,” he commands.

Obeying him is easy, because he’s speaking my love language. I spread my thighs, opening them as far as I can. With both hands, Hutch grabs the skirt on either side and pushes it above my waist. The move fumbles a little as we’re confined to forty cubic feet. With my hands on his shoulders I kneel in front of him. My breathing is already ragged and his cock isn’t even exposed yet. Licking his lips he tilts his head into the light from the drive-in screen. “No one remembers fucking in beds, Valen. You’ll remember this. I promise.”

He thrusts two fingers into me and my knees fucking buckle. Holy Mary Mother of God. I’m not even standing and he’s making my damn knees weak, my stomach flutter, and my head all fuzzy. It has all the qualities of a really good dream. The kind you get pissed about when you wake up before it ends. No matter how hard you try to go back to sleep to finish it, it never works. You’re stuck in reality. At the moment, my reality is better than my dreams.

Pulling the collar of his t-shirt, he yanks it over his head and tosses it into the front seat. His lips crash into mine as he tries to unbutton his pants at the same time. “Let me help you. Smaller hands,” I whisper against his mouth while dipping my fingers in to the top of his waistband. My hands are cool against his warm skin.

His hands grasp the hem of my shirt instead. I make light work of his jeans and slide his black boxer briefs down as far as I can manage. His cock is free, looming between us—like an animal in the wrong habitat.Hello, snake. You’ve entered Valen’s enclosure.I swallow down all my fear about doing this in a car, because let’s be perfectly clear, I have never fucked around in a car before and he’s entirely right, I will remember this for the rest of my life. It remains to be seen if that’s a good thing or not.

“Take a picture, it will last longer. Or suck my dick,” Hutch says, humor lighting his tone. Perhaps I should stop staring. It is quite rude. If it’s my dream I should be able to gawk if I want to.

I scoot back as far as I can and lean down. “Like this?” I lick the tip of his long dick, moaning when a drop of clear liquid hits my tongue. “Or like this?” Running my teeth softly from the tip to the base. I peek up through my lashes.

“No teeth. Tongue. Yes.” He hisses a breath as I return to sliding him down my throat. His hands run through my hair as I bob up and down. With one hand stroking his balls lightly, I’m doing my best porn star audition.

His abs are perfection. They flex in varying degrees depending on what I’m doing with my mouth. It’s artistry up close and personal. I lick his shaft up and down and spit a wad of saliva on the head before I slide him all the way down my throat once again. Gagging, my eyes water from Hutch’s girth and length combined. He has the perfect cock. I wish I could swallow it down and trap it inside my snatch.

“Enough,” he says, gently pulling my head up. “I need to taste your cunt.” Guiding my hips, and positioning my body halfway on the seat and my bottom half in his arms he sets his face in between my thighs. There’s no gentle kisses, or teasing, it’s a full onslaught of clit pleasing, licking, sucking, and sopping wet bliss.

Sighing, I relent and bend to his will, as if I had a choice in the matter when he’s sucking my pussy like a Hoover vacuum. His mouth feels better than any Vincent I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing intimately. I’m sure my face is contorting with pleasure. Orgasms aren’t pretty, flowery things. It’s a fierce loss of all muscle control. Before the big O it’s lithe muscles and soft skin, it’s kisses and slow movements that become more harried, and then with a jerk, and a skewed sense of self, you explode into a frenzy of non-control.

With my free hand I pull his head into me further. I don’t want him to reply, I want him right where he is. “That. Keep doing that,” I say, in a breathless plea. “I’m about to blow.” It’s said half as a joke, because he’s so good at this, but mostly because I’ve been on the cusp of an orgasm since he set to work, and I actually feel like I might explode from the sensations.

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