Page 30 of Big Trouble
If my legs began to burn at the clumsy position I was in, his touch sent me further down the road to oblivion. Unable to wait any longer, I pulled away. I struggled out of my jeans and got my panties caught on my boots. Again, another reason why car sex was such a bad idea.
As I was about to straddle Jack, he placed a hand on my arm.
“Hang on a sec,” he murmured.
He reached around me and down into the footwell where his jeans were. He fumbled in one of the pockets for his wallet and pulled a condom out. Swiftly, he ripped the foil package and rolled it down over his dick. “I’m ready.”
My gaze fell greedily on his erection. “Thank God.” I wassoready.
He tilted his hips so I could slide on top of him. I gasped, the angle making everything so much more intense. Jack grunted as he tried to control the movement, his hands clutching at my hips. For a few minutes, I forgot about everything; where we were, what had come before, and focused entirely on Jack’s dick. I threw my head back as he moved his hands to my breasts again, this time underneath my blouse. He pushed the lace of my bra aside and freed them. The rough pads of his fingertips worked their way around my skin, and I shivered. I wanted his mouth there instead.
“Jesus, Lo…I’m so close…” His voice was husky, followed by a strangled sound.
It was quick, it was hella dirty and I wanted more already. I wondered what his recovery speed was. He was an athlete - of sorts - after all.
Jack’s gaze met mine, black almost covering the extraordinary blue. Without a word, he snaked a hand around the back of my neck, pulling me to his lips. “I could get used to this,” he whispered, before devouring my mouth again.
We cleaned up as best we could, and I struggled back into my clothes. We sat beside each other, neither of us speaking.
“I should go.” I put my hand on the door handle and Jack immediately covered it with his. The electricity positively sparked again.
“You could come back to mine?”
“I could.” But I was determined not to let him have everything his own way. “Thanks for the ride though,” I joked, as I opened the door and slid out.
He groaned. “When can I see you again then?”
My brow arched in challenge. “Tomorrow. Two o’clock. You can prove you’re no chicken shit.”
Then I made my way towards the bar to hang out with my new friends, making sure to swing my hips invitingly. I wanted Jack to want more.
