Page 79 of Braving the Storm
“Such a nasty little thing, aren’t you?” Nipping her bottom lip between my teeth, I tug and draw another delicious sound that rockets straight to my dick. “Secretly turned on by being used. Loving having my cock in the back of your throat, hmm?”
“Why did we stop?” Briar gasps and pants wildly into my mouth. I love how damn responsive she is, how eager she is to enter into the arena with all my depravity and match it round for round.
“Because your sweet cunt is calling my name, little thorn… and waiting isn’t my style.”
I quickly tuck myself back in my briefs, leaving my jeans unbuttoned, belt hanging loose, and then pop my door open. Those dark eyes widen, watching me exit the truck.
Her head whips around, craning to look one way and then the other at the empty gravel road winding around the corner above and below us before turning back to meet my expectant gaze. The tall pines make everything seem a lot darker, like the night has closed in with stealth and cunning wrapping around the tall timbers of dense forest coating this part of the mountain.
“We can’t…” She gasps.
“That cuff staying on, or coming off?” Reaching in, I hook a palm behind each knee and drag her ass along the seat to my open door.
For a long second, while blood rushes mad and wild in my ears,she allows her eyes to flicker down to the leather wrapped around her wrist. Fuck it, I don’t want to push anything, but I’m also possibly gonna lose my damn mind if she unfastens that strap.
She swallows heavily, then leans forward to hook her arms around the back of my neck.
“Fuck, you’re my kinda insanity, darlin’.” I scoop her against my body, lift her out of the truck, and sink our mouths together as she melts into me.
This time, her fingers tangle in my hair, and she thrusts her tongue in time with mine, letting all the unrestrained sounds of pleasure burst into my mouth and dance on my tastebuds.
I walk us to the hood of my truck, and seat her on the warm metal above the motor. Knowing exactly how I want to devour this girl and show her all the ways she deserves to be wanted. With the kind of immediacy and urgency that doesn’t settle for waiting, or wondering, or the kind of timeline that involves boring sensible things likedriving home.
This beautiful thing needs to be shown that when it comes to wanting her, I’m always going to be starving for a taste, no matter where we are.
Reluctantly, I draw back from her mouth, pressing a palm over her chest to guide her to sink back onto the hood. As I do so, I greedily drink down how flushed and kiss-bitten her lips are. The darkened shade they’ve turned, and exactly how lust-blown her pupils have become.
“Storm… stop… we can’t… not out here… what if someone sees us?”
Her words might be half-heartedly arguing, but her hips are lifting for me and allowing me to hurriedly unfasten the button and lower the zipper.
“I don’t fucking care.” My mouth is already kissing and nipping at her bared flesh. Her hips, the softness of the tops of her thighs, the curve of her stomach revealed below the shirt keeping her top half warm.
“Look at the state of you. Horny and desperate. Gushing for meand ready to soak my cock when I push these pretty thighs apart and shove inside. You’re already gonna be dripping, aren’t you?” As I let the filthy shit flooding my brain make itself known, I’m a man possessed, pulling and tugging at her jeans to get them down her thighs far enough so I can expose her cunt. But it’s not enough. Nowhere near enough. I need so much more than just a band of denim stretched taut and digging into her soft flesh, restricting me from getting to the sweetest center of her.
As her pussy is revealed, as the offending material gets tugged down over her hips and ass, my mouth is on her before I can even think. She’s glistening and swollen, and my tongue swipes along her slit, lapping up every drop of how goddamn aroused she is.
Briar lets out a string of curses and wild noises as I push my tongue against her clit, massaging over the pouty bud where it sits, needy and ready. Waiting for me to tease and torture in just the way I want to. Sucking down hard and drawing the swollen mess of her into my mouth makes her back bow up, and her fingers tangle with my hair.
“Fuck. Holy shit. Oh my god.”
That’s it, beautiful girl. Lose your fucking mind just the way I am.
I’ve managed to yank one boot along with one leg of her jeans off, stripping it clear of her ankle, and with a triumphant growl, I push her thighs wide. My mouth closes over her entrance, and I tongue fuck Briar’s sweet, drenched pussy, shoving and spearing into her repeatedly until her thighs tremble around my head. She’s whimpering and begging while spread out like a feast on the hood of my truck, and I don’t know if I’ve got anything in my veins except a pure driving, all-consuming need to fuck and fuck and fuck.
Holding her wide, digging my hold into her upper thigh, I push one finger inside and suck on her clit. She rips at my hair with a loud moan, and just as I know she’s about to detonate, I add a second finger and apply the pressure she damn well needs.
Briar falls apart. Shatters in a flood all over my face and hand as I lap up every drop. This time, she’s so out of her head,maybe it hasn’t dawned on her what just happened, or maybe my good girl has already learned that I fucking love getting to be the one and only person to ever drag this response from her body.
Whatever. She’s riding my mouth from below unashamedly, and I can’t get enough of roaming my tongue, dropping kisses and long licks all over her sweet, swollen cunt.
There’s something about being with Briar that unhinges me. More than something as torrid as the forbidden nature of us being together in the eyes of assholes who think they know shit about us. It’s like she unlocks a part of me that has never existed before. Somehow there was a Stôrmand Lane who used to exist before she came along, and then there’s the guy left standing in the embers of the fire where all that other bullshit has been burnt away.
The part of me that used to simply get off during sex and that was all it was has disappeared, that motherfucker has been incinerated in the space of only a few short days. I never used to want to see them again, never repeated a hookup, and yet here I am, ready to keep drowning in this girl gladly over and over.
Savage wanting and need takes control, with my cock straining against the front of my briefs, leaking everywhere.
Hooking her knees, I drag her body down to meet mine. Perching her ass on the very edge of the hood, I shove my briefs out of the way and fist my cock, notching at her drenched entrance.
