Page 67 of Second Swing
“And you deserve every moment of the surprise.” Jameson walks up, sliding his arm around her waist in a possessive hold. Brianna walks out and gives us both a kiss and hug, and Jameson a side hug.
“J-Dog?” He turns to Brianna.
“She’s inside. Anderson said he would give her a ride home, and she was fine with it.”
When Clinton kisses the top of my hair, I nuzzle in deeper before saying, “Love you, babes, but my feet are killing me. We are going to head out, okay?” I ask Cassidy, knowing her response is going to be to shoo me home. When she does exactly what I thought she would, I cheer once more, “Congratulations!”
Clinton opens my door, and before I climb in the car he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and his warm breath coasts over the shell of my ear. “I can’t wait to untie this dress of yours and watch your perfect breasts spill out.”
“So you’ve been thinking about undressing me all night, hm?” I question, playing into his fixation.
“I’ve been thinking of all the ways I’m going to take you,beforeyou even take the dress off, Dove.” My nipples harden at his words, then he shuts the door.
Clinton pulls onto the road, and there’s not a soul in sight. Just us, the stars, and music playing softly in the background. But my thoughts are stuck on what he said before he closed the door and his plans. I want to be devoured, but I’m greedy, and I need him inside me before we make it home. Running my hand up and down his muscular thighs, I brush my fingers across his dick.
“Paloma, what are you doing?” he growls out, and fuck me, the aching laced in his voice makes me wetter.
I shrug my shoulders, letting one of the sleeves sink further down my arm, and I watch his Adam's apple bob as he catches sight of me. I trace my fingertips over my cleavage, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel as I rub his hard-on with my other hand. “You know what I find so incredibly sexy?” I ask him.
He shudders and groans as I stroke him through his pants. “That you’re as desperate for me as I am for you.”
He whisper-moans, “Fuuuck.” He pulls the car over onto the empty shoulder off the road, and fortunately, where we parked is surrounded by trees. He slides his seat all the way back and nods to me. “Get your pretty ass over here, woman.”
I smirk at him as he helps me cross over the console. In a tight grip his fingers dig into my ass, climbing their way up to the aching between my legs. He blinks twice before gazing up at me. The windows are foggy from our heavy breaths. I can only imagine how he sees me, my chest rising and falling. Clinton’s mouth is parted slightly in concentration as he unties the bow at my cleavage. Intertwining his fingers into the strings, he peels my top down and lets my breasts fall free. Clint rubs his thumb over my hard peak, leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth. He swirls his tongue, and my back arches, pushing my breasts into his face more as I grind against his dick. The friction of my lace thong and his trousers feels so fucking good. The soft lights within the car illuminate us just enough, casting a blue glow on Clinton’s warm brown skin. “Clinton.” A loud moan echoes into the car as our breaths mingle. “Please.”
“Please what, Dove.”
“I want you, need you inside me,” I groan as I rock myself on his bulge.
I rise up and listen as he pulls his zipper down and pulls himself out. Lowering myself, I slide my slick heat against him, his hardness gliding over my clit and nudging at my entrance, making my walls pulse and my toes curl. Clinton wraps his arm around my back and pulls me to him, slanting his mouth over mine as he thrusts into me, and I cry out at the fullness. His kiss tastes like frosting and strawberries from the cake we had earlier, and I want this feeling all the time.
I wrap my arms around his neck as he thrusts up from beneath me. Creating a delicious friction as my clit rubs against him. “You’re the most perfect man,” I whisper, unable to speak any louder. The windows are fully fogged and music plays, but I can’t focus on anything else but him and how we fit so perfectly together.
Why have I been running from someone who loves me so fully? He changes his angle slightly, and now we are moving together, a give and take and take and take. “Oh my God, that feels so good. Do that again, please.” He angles his hips and slowly sinks into me, letting me feel every single inch of him as the head of his dick rubs me into oblivion.
When I lean back, the car horn blares for a short moment, giving us a scare and making us laugh, but the sound does nothing to stop us from this moment of heated bliss. Leaning back more carefully, I grind on him, swirling my hips in circles as the pleasure builds in my core. Our moans fill the car, creating our own song the higher and higher we go.
“I’m going to fill you up, Dove.” I nod my head, unable to voice anything at all. “Come with me,” he says as he tilts us in the smallest way within the confines of the car. The small shift is all Clinton needs to do, and he’s rubbing my clit again. My body detonates, and he follows me over the cliff.
Our hot breaths are the only noise in the car as we take our time coming down from whatever high that was. “I’ve never had sex in a car before,” I admit.
“Me neither.” I’m surprised by it, and he can tell with how my brow furrows. “What? Surprised?”
“Kinda, yeah. Because that was fucking amazing.” He chuckles and kisses my cheeks before his soft length slips from me, and he adjusts himself back into his pants. “Let’s get you home so I can finish taking off this dress.”
I tumble into my seat at his words. “Finish? Isn’t that what you just did?”
“And I plan to get that dress off of you and do it all over again.” I buckle my seat belt, and he pulls back onto the road. I don’t know whattime we go to sleep—long after my dress was tossed to a corner of the room and we had our fill of one another.
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Lou:Hey, uh, Chuck?
Chuck:Yeah, Lou?
Lou:Did you know phones could do that? I think I need to upgrade mine for the missus.
Chuck:I highly doubt Regina needs to see all of your glory in 4K.
