Page 14 of Sweet Escape
He unbuckles his seatbelt, then mine in quick succession, before hoisting me over the console and onto his lap, one knee on each side of his hips. It’s a tight squeeze, but I don’t have a second to think about it as he slants his mouth over mine in a frenzied kiss that sends my pulse racing.
“Tell me to stop,” he says.
“Never.”
His hands are everywhere as he slides his tongue into my mouth. I grip his hair, grateful for the extra length to help keep me steady when I rock against his lap. There isn't enough friction with our clothing between us, and I lament our current position. I want to feel him. I want tofuckhim.
“In the back,” he growls.
He helps me onto the pavement, then follows me out. He glances around the area, making sure we’re alone, then pulls open the back door, placing his balled up hoodie against thepassenger side door, creating a pillow. “Be a good girl and get on your back for me.”
Once I’m in position, Wilder joins me in the backseat, one knee on the bench, while he braces his other foot against the floor. His hand travels up my thigh, and his expression goes from curiosity to awe when he discovers I’m not wearing any panties. How could I?
“No luggage, remember?”I lift a brow.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
He hikes up my skirt and drapes my knees over his shoulders. His eyes meet mine for a moment, and he wets his fucking lips before bringing his mouth to my soaking core, licking a long path up the center of my pussy.
With nothing to grab onto, I slide my fingers through Wilder’s hair and tug. He whimpers against me, then sucks on my clit. The scrape of his beard between my thighs adds a level of sensation I can’t even begin to describe.
He circles my entrance with two fingers before slipping inside. The combination of his mouth and hands working me over sends me soaring to new heights. “You taste so fucking good. Want you to soak my beard.”
My pussy clenches around his fingers, and my thighs clamp down on his head as I succumb to the powerful orgasm coursing through my body. He continues to devour me through it until my chest heaves, and my hand falls away from his hair.
“Good girl,” he says, “but I’m not done with you yet.”
Switching our positions, Wilder rests his back against the driver’s side door and pats his lap. “Ride me, Pretty Girl.”
You don’t have to tell me twice.
I straddle his thighs and tug down his zipper, freeing his hard length.
“Now take my dick inside that tight pussy of yours and hang on tight.”
There’s nothing soft and sweet about it as I fist his shaft and sink onto him. He throws his head back in pure pleasure as I swivel my hips in a circular motion, enjoying the new angle and the friction of my clit against his pelvis. His fingers dig into my lush hips as he helps guide my movements, and it doesn’t take long before I’m a sweaty, panting mess. My knees quiver against his thighs, and he instantly takes over, fucking up into me while holding me in place.
“Come with me,” he says. “Touch your sweet little clit and milk me fucking dry.”
I moan as I comply with his gruff command, the delicious friction driving me higher and higher. He continues to fuck me senseless, and my orgasm coils tight in my belly. He bites down on my nipple through my shirt, and that’s all it takes for me to shatter, pulling him right along with me.
His body stills, and I collapse onto his chest as he sweeps my hair over my shoulder and kisses my forehead almost reverently. We lie like that for a moment or two while we catch our collective breath.
His deep chuckle reverberates against my cheek. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Wedidn’t do anything. This was entirely your fault. I was just along for the ride.”
He slaps my ass, the sting sending a chill up my spine.
“And what a ride it was,” I add.
“Come on. We better get back on the road. As much as I like the thought of you walking around with my cum dripping down your thighs, I think it might be a bit uncomfortable for the drive,” he says nonchalantly, reaching under the seat to grab a box of tissues I hadn’t noticed before.
Once we’re cleaned up, Wilder helps fix my disheveled appearance as much as possible with my limited resources, and we hit the road.
Pulling out my phone, I tap out a quick text to mymom, hoping she’s not too busy to pick me up at the airport. She’s been helping out at the diner with Grammy lately, and I don’t want to pull her away if I can help it.
Olivia: Long story short, can you pick me up in Nashville this afternoon?”
