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He wouldn’t lock her up again though. Not for anything. She was confident, sexy. She was a decadent treat and the way she melted all over him … “I wish we’d gotten together back in school,” he said. She’d opened the top of his coveralls and was tracing his tattoos with her tongue. She started in the center of his chest at the bottom of a dagger, then worked her way up.
“Mmm hmm,” she hummed against his skin. She bared his nipple and tugged on the barbell pierced through it, then licked it when he gasped. “I didn’t know you had piercings but damn, they were such a nice surprise.” She teased his other nipple and the ring hanging from that one. She pulled, hard, and the truck swerved.
His balls were in her hand before he got the tires straight again and she squeezed. “What did I say about a safe and sound ride?”
“Goddamn, Bells.”
She giggled and lowered her head to his lap again. This time, with the head of his cock kissing the humid air inside the cab. Then her lips were there, sucking him in. The tip of her tongue slid into the ring of his piercing and she pulled up.
They were going to be in a ditch if she didn’t watch it. It’d be a helluva way to go though. Bella Drake with her head in her mechanic’s lap. The story would be sordid and unkind, but Travis would die knowing the truth. The woman was every sex dream he had come to life, escorting him to the afterlife with a fucking smile on his lips.
He would have loved to push on her head, force her to take more of him, but no. He needed both hands on the wheel, so he ignored everything but the road beyond the front end of his truck.
Okay, tried to ignore. She sucked on him as though she’d been starving. Not for cock in general, but for his. She’d left marks on him as much as he’d left marks on her. He bit, she scratched. She bit, he spanked. Her breasts and ass bore his fingerprints. He pinched her nipples, she pulled on his piercings. They’d both had sore, tender body parts by the time she’d dozed off in a sexed-out heap.
He’d have offered a second shower, but she’d fallen asleep before he returned with another bottle of water.
They were headed in the same direction now. Her house. A den of sexual sin at present. It might be garish purple on the outside, but inside …? When Bella got naked and ready for sex? Red-hot didn’t touch the surface.
She tugged again on the ring through the tip of his cock and massaged his balls.
“Bells,” he groaned.
“I want your cum, Trav,” she said against his insanely sensitive skin. “I want your cum on my tongue before we get to my house.” She proved the truth of her words when she near sucked the ring out of its hole.
Travis bucked and, against his better judgment, let go of the wheel with one hand. He pressed his palm against her head and urged her farther down on his cock. She moaned and swallowed. His piercing hit the roof of her mouth. She worked the shaft, teased with her tongue and slurped as though he were a straw.
And she got her wish. He erupted between her lips and she drank him down her throat. His shout bounced off the small confines of the cab and through hazy eyes, he could see the edge of her driveway. Thank God for small miracles. He had plans for the crazy-ass beauty lifting her head and licking her lips.
“You’re gonna pay for that, Bells. ’Bout wrecked us a couple times with that mouth of yours.”
“But we didn’t. You got skills, Trav,” she teased.
“Keep that in mind,” he promised, throwing the truck into park when he barely cleared the edge of the road. He was in her drive, but only just, and a case could be made for a reckless parking.
He didn’t care. He backed her against the passenger door and tore at the fastenings of her pants to free her to his gaze. He came in a flood down her throat, but was still horny as fucking hell and it was time for him to return the favor.
Bella made a grab for the door, for any kind of handle. She needed something to hold on to as she flew apart, because with the gleam in Travis’ eyes, she knew she was going to fly.
He pulled her shoes off and tossed them somewhere over his shoulder. Then, she tried to help him get her pants down, but he was quicker, rougher. Seams ripped as he tugged and pulled. And when she thought he’d rip her panties off, he only pulled the crotch to the side and dove in with his face.
Bella arched her neck and hit the window with the back of her head. She lifted her hips and Travis helped by anchoring one tattooed arm under her ass. He held her pussy to his mouth and ate her.
His tongue licked her from top to bottom and back again. He nibbled at her outer lips, her inner lips, her clit. He made her wiggle, writhe and squirm. He made her pant, then made her hold her breath. He brought her to the edge, only to back off as she started to go over.
“Goddamn, Travis!”
“Payback’s a bitch, Bells,” he muttered, his words muffled by the face plant he was doing between her legs.
At one time, she might have been self-conscious. She hadn’t showered before sex or washed up after walking in the humid hell of late afternoon. But self-conscious wasn’t what she felt with Travis. No, she felt wanted, desired and sexy, no matter what. His scent and taste had only become stronger from the sweating he’d done in the garage. His musk was heady in general; add in a bit of sweat and it was as though she were an animal in heat. Then again, no matter what, she couldn’t wait to get at him, at his body, at his mouth, at his cock. He was a drug and what he did to her when they got naked was her addiction.
She reached for him, intent on pulling him up her body. He was hard by now, right? He could fuck the crap out of her now, right? But he wouldn’t budge, so she fisted a handful of his hair in frustrated need and yanked. Hard. Still he didn’t stop. He was content to tease her.
Her heart thundered. Her brow dripped. Her nipples ached. And she rode the precipice he kept taunting her with.
“Asshole,” she ground out. At that, he lifted his head, his eyes wide and full of wicked intent.
“You want to play that game, yeah? I’m all over it. Finger? Or tongue?”
