Page 74 of Courting Gossip (Courting)
Chapter Eleven
Brody’s penetration was full and deep, and it made it impossible for Genieve to think of anything else. He had her tucked up tight against him in the bucket seat. With barely room to move, she felt swaddled…protected…and so turned on, she couldn’t stay still. She squirmed on his lap, trying to figure out how to make this work, but she only succeeded in spreading her butt cheeks and seating him almost uncomfortably deep.
She rolled her head on his shoulder and caught at his thighs. Hers were trapped, unable to open wider with her jeans binding them together. She didn’t typically sign up for BDSM, but being fucked by him while barely being able to move was so hot she could hardly stand it.
His breath was warm against her ear as he pushed up her shirt. His big hands caught her breasts, and he ground his palms against her nipples. She arched and let out a cry of pleasure when he thrust, lifting her with him.
‘Oh, God,’ she gasped.
‘Too much?’ he said hoarsely.
‘Don’t stop.’
He didn’t have much mobility either, but what he had made him work deep. She bit her lip as he began fucking her. She felt stuffed with all her weight keeping her on his big cock. When he lifted, he pounded that small extra distance she almost couldn’t handle. Her pussy lips ground onto him, her clit was pinched tight and she even felt pressure back on her anus. When he dropped back on to the seat, she only had time to catch her breath before it was happening again.
‘Ah, Jenny,’ he grunted from behind her. ‘Damn, that’s good.’
She couldn’t see straight. She couldn’t form words. She folded her hands over his on her breasts and held on.
His short thrusts came faster and harder. He kissed her temple and then her neck. She let out a needy cry, and his next buck was off-rhythm.
‘You make the sexiest sounds during sex,’ he said, nipping at her ear.
She couldn’t help it. With the things he did to her, there was no way she could stay silent.
He pumped into her, and she juddered on his lap. The sensations were just so intense. His hands wandered over her, but kept returning to her breasts. He worked one hand under the cup of her bra, and she moaned in delight.
A light suddenly swept through the car, and Genieve stiffened in horror. Reporters! Was it happening again? Her muscles tensed, and Brody let out a curse. His hold on her clamped down. He held her immobile in his lap, and they looked sharply at the Overlook’s entrance. It wasn’t another car interrupting, but the high beams of a pickup truck rumbling by on the Parkway behind them.
The close call was too much for Brody. He reached down to the side of the seat. He pulled a lever, and the seat back dropped. He reclined, and she went with him.
His cock shifted inside her, and Genieve moaned. Oh, God. She loved this.
‘Ever do it on Lover’s Lane?’ he asked, nuzzling against her ear.
‘Made out, but never went all the way. You?’
‘Let’s make it a first for both of us.’
‘Mmmm,’ she agreed. ‘Fast, before a cop or some goody-two-shoes comes along.’
Or reporters…She didn’t want to think of them again, but as soon as Brody started moving, the concern fizzled away.
He fucked her like he’d been let off his leash, and she wriggled on top of him. She’d wondered how he would be when that stoic composure cracked. She knew now, but she wasn’t sure she could keep up.
Her body coiled and throbbed. She stared through the moon roof at the night sky. The moon bounced and the stars blurred. Yet when he slid a hand away from her breast, down her belly and between her legs, they shot across the heavens. One brush of his fingers against her over-stimulated clit, and she climaxed.
Her pussy squeezed hard, and behind her Brody groaned. He managed one more hard thrust before he was coming too. She squeezed her eyes shut and, for a moment, wished the condom wasn’t keeping his come from her. She knew why it was there. She was the one who’d insisted on it, but for that moment shewished.
His body felt hard and driving beneath her. He held her tightly, and her eyes popped open in surprise when an aftershock coursed through her. By the time she caught her breath, he’d gone limp. Relaxed, warm and lazy.
His hand made long strokes over her stomach. ‘You’re not in this alone,’ he said quietly.
‘I know,’ she whispered. She clung to the hope that it went beyond their contract.
They lay there for a few more moments, listening to the breeze, the river and the random cars passing. With a heavy sigh, Brody wrapped an arm around her and lifted the seat back up from its prone position. The view out the window was serene, the moon lighting the river and the trees casting shadows. It made their troubles seem so far away, but they both knew they were lurking.
Genieve snuggled against Brody, not wanting to return to reality.
