Page 27 of Where It Begins

Sidney’s brow arches and his gaze moves over my face, as if he’s trying to gauge my sincerity. “Yes?”

“Awesome. Me, too.” I glance around the parking lot to ensure there are no witnesses. “Let’s do it.”

Sidney unlocks his truck and holds the door open for me. I climb in and he follows me. I’m right about the spaciousness. The backseat is huge. Three full-grown adults could comfortably sit back here and have leg room. Or two horny parents with teens who make it impossible to get some alone time.

Once the door closes and the interior lights dim, I pull his mouth back to mine. I shift to straddle his lap and shrug out of my coat. Sidney does the same and I slip my hand under his shirt. He’s in excellent shape, muscles still defined, likely from practicing with his son.

“Can I touch more of you?” he groans into my mouth.

“That would be amazing,” I say breathlessly.

His wide, warm palm slides under my shirt, skimming my side as he makes his way up to my chest. He cups my right breast, his thumb brushing over the bra covered nipple. I moan.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had a man’s hands on me, and probably close to two decades since I’ve made out in the backseat of a vehicle. And back then it was a tiny two door hatchback where even someone as short as me would eat my knees.

Sidney pulls the cup of my bra down to expose my nipple. I arch into the touch as he pushes my shirt up and leans in, covering the tight peak with his mouth. He laves me with his tongue and applies the perfect amount of suction. I slide my hands into his hair and grip the thick strands on a low moan.

One second, I’m straddling his lap and the next I find myself stretched out on the spacious bench seat, my breasts the happy recipient of Sidney’s attention.

“You have the most amazing tits,” he groans against my skin.

“A good bra is everything.”

“You’re giving your bra way too much credit.” He pushes them together and alternates, sucking one nipple and then the other.

I’m desperate for a little friction, and a lot less clothing in the way. I run my hands down his back and find the hem of his shirt. I tug it up, and Sidney takes the hint and loses it. I hook a leg over his hip and pull him down on top of me. We both sigh in relief when our lower halves connect. I roll my hips and so does he.

“Fuck, Skye, you feel so damn good,” he murmurs and then we’re back to kissing as we grind on each other.

“So do you,” I mumble around his tongue.

We keep up with the dry humping, and the pressure between my thighs continues to build. His hand moves back to my breast and he rolls my nipple between his fingers in time with the shift of his hips.

I’m one of those gloriously fortunate women who can come without a lot of hard work. I don’t need all the internal, external direct contact and multiple points of stimulation to get off. I just need the right combination of attraction and friction and I’m good to go. It’s a goddamn blessing.

“Don’t stop what you’re doing.” I push down on his ass for a little extra friction. My toes curl as sensation funnels and spirals out, lighting all my nerve endings up like fireworks on the fourth of July. I make random, nonsensical sounds, followed by, “Oh my God, yes.” I slap his ass. “Fuck, that’s it. My pussy is so damn wet.”

My eyes pop open to find Sidney’s face hovering above mine, his gaze hot with desire and his lip curled up in a devilish smirk. “Are you coming?”

“What would give you that idea?” I moan-ask.

And suddenly the pressure below my waist is gone. I make a plaintive, annoyed sound and roll my hips against nothing. Sidney shifts so he’s kneeling on the floor of the truck and pops the button on my jeans. “Is this okay?” He pauses with his fingers on the zipper.

“I would love it if you would stick your hand down my pants.”

He tugs the zipper down and his fingers dip under the waistband of my panties before easing in further. I jolt and moan when he grazes my clit. And then he eases a single finger inside and I experience a full body kegel as the orgasm fires back up all over again.

Sidney curls his finger. “I need to get you naked in a bed.”

I attempt to express my agreement, but it dissolves into another moan. Eventually, the orgasm tapers off and I lie there, breathing like I’ve run a marathon, sated and mostly boneless.

I run my hand down his chest when he comes in for another fervent kiss and cup him through the front of his pants. His eyes flutter closed and his mouth drops open.

“You should sit back so I can take care of you.”

I don’t have to ask twice. Sidney folds back on his knees and hits his head on the roof of the truck. He adjusts his position and settles on the seat. I unfasten his belt, struggling a little in my zeal to get into his pants. Excitement and nerves fuse as I pull the zipper down. He feels ample through the barrier of his jeans, so I’m crossing my nipples and my vagina lips that his pants package is as delightful as the rest of him.

He’s wearing boxer briefs with a hockey pattern on them. I slip my finger under the waistband and hold my breath as I graze the tip with my finger. I glance up for a moment, appreciating the intense, heated expression on Sidney’s face, his gaze trained on my hand as I slide it into his boxer briefs and travel the generous length of his erection with my fingertips. His eyes flutter closed and his head falls back against the seat.

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