She snapped it on angrily.
I started the engine and we began to drive.
“So, you’re not going to say anything?” I said after a few minutes of silence.
“I’ve got nothing to say to you,” she said, putting her coat on.
“Why are you so pissed off?”
She didn’t reply.
Sighing, I turned on the radio. “Any requests?” I grunted. “A ballad, perhaps. You seem to like dancing to those. Especially with dipshit hipsters.”
She laughed coldly. “You should talk. Oh, that’s right. You two weren’t dancing. You were having dry sex.”
I snorted. “Dry sex?”
“Yes. Dry sex.”
“What in the hell is that?”
“Dirty fucking dancing.”
“Did you see me dancing?”
“No, but I saw Jenna shoving her ass against you, and you seemed to be enjoying it.”
“How do you know I was enjoying it?”
She rolled her eyes. “You certainly weren’t stopping her.”
“I wasn’t even paying attention to Jenna. I had my mind on other things,” I said, taking a detour.
Chapter Thirty-Six
I’d closed my eyes for a few minutes but opened them when I noticed that we were driving down a bumpy, gravel road, surrounded by trees.
“Where are we going?” I asked, sitting up straight.
He ignored me.
“Trevor?”
The road ended near a lake and he turned into an empty parking lot. There was a sign that read: “Prairie Lake Boat Launch, Private Property.”
“What are we doing here?” I asked, not happy.
He parked the car, rolled down the windows, and then flipped through the radio channels until he located a song he seemed to like. It was an older tune by Nickelback, “Savin’ Me.”
“What in the hell are you doing?” I said, watching him get out.
He came around and opened up my door.
“Let’s go,” he said, holding out his hand.
I glared up at him. “No. This isn’t funny. I want you to take me home. Now.”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car.
“What the hell, Trevor?” I said, as he put his arms tightly around me and started dancing.
“I need you to explain something.”
“What?” I said, feeling my stomach heat up as his hands slid slowly over hips. I knew I shouldn’t be letting him do it, but I couldn’t help myself. As angry as I was, I knew that I still wanted him.
“Explain what this ‘dry sex’ is,” he whispered against my neck, the warmth of his breath on my skin, almost killing me.
I swallowed. I wasn’t sure that it was even a real term, it had just popped into my head. “You know what it is.”
He pulled my hips against his. I could feel his hardness pressing against my stomach. “You know what I prefer? Wet, hot sex,” he whispered, dragging his lips across my neck, stopping at my ear. “My cock prefers it too,” he said, nipping my ear lobe.
I closed my eyes.
He slid one of his hands up to my breast and began tracing a ring around my nipple with his thumb. I cursed myself for wearing such a thin bra. “What about you, Kitten? Don’t you like it deep… and wet?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly.
He pinched the nub through the fabric. “You cold, darlin’? Because your nipple could cut glass right now.”
I moaned as he pinched it harder and then moved to the other one.
“Mm… What do you know, this one’s cold, too,” Trevor said in a husky voice. He unbuttoned the front of my dress and slid his hand into my silk bra. “Let me help you warm up,” he said, bending his face down. He pushed the material aside and took my nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the nub and then sucked, sending a shiver of pleasure all the way down to my clit.
Moaning, I moved my hand to his pants and touched his penis, desperate to feel it inside of me. I was so turned on that I didn’t care about the consequences. I needed this man to fuck me.
“Uh, uh, uh,” he said, stepping back. He turned me around, pushed my hair to the side, and began kissing my neck.
I closed my eyes again, enjoying his lips on my skin. He slid his hands to my breasts and pulled me closer. I could feel his hard-on pressed up against my butt.
“Is this dry sex?” he growled against my neck as he ground his hips into my ass, taunting me with his hard cock. “Or, is it more like this…” He bent me over the hood of the car and grabbed my hips, pushing my dress up. Then he began humping me through his pants, sending a swirl of tingling, tightening desire to my pelvis.
“Trevor,” I panted, feeling his erection hit my opening, driving my insane. “I can’t take this anymore. Take out your cock and fuck me with it.”
He stopped moving and slid his fingers into my panties. He shoved one inside of my hole and I moaned as he pulled it out and did it again. “You really want me to fuck you, Kitten?” he said. “You sure that’s what you really want?”
“Yes,” I gasped as he slid a second one in. “Please.”
He added a second finger. “I don’t know. Are you wet enough?”
I was as wet as a fucking Tsunami. “You know I am,” I said, spreading my hips wider, so he had better access.
“Mm… I think we can make you wetter,” he murmured into my ear. He slid a finger up to my clit and began to rub it.
“Yes,” I gasped, grinding my mound against his hand. Panting, I reached behind and rubbed my hand against his hard-on. “Take it out. I need to feel it.”
I heard him unzip his pants and fumble with his boxers. Then he took my hand and guided me to his cock.
“I need this,” I whispered, wrapping my hand around it. If felt so thick. So powerful. The thought of it between my legs, thrusting inside of me, was enough to blow a fuse in my head. “Can I suck it?” I whispered, sliding my hand back and forth.
He groaned against my neck. “Did you just say that you wanted to suck my cock?”
“Yes.”
He let out a ragged breath. “That sounds so fucking good, but I need it somewhere else right now. Dry sex is over,” growled, pulling away from my hand. Then he pressed the tip against my hole, rubbing around the outside. “How bad do you want it?”
“Fuck me, Trevor,” I said, wiggling my sex against him. “Please.”
He pulled my hips up for a better angle, and plunged into me.
I gasped, feeling every inch of him. Long and thick, he stretched me wide, and the pain… it was so good. Especially when he pulled back and did it again.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said through clenched teeth. “You’re… not a virgin, are you?”
“No,” I said, looking at him over my shoulder. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”
His eyes smoldered as he pulled back and began fucking me, this time not holding anything back. I closed my eyes and moaned with each glorious thrust, feeling his head hitting an inner part of me that made my entire G-spot vibrate.
Trevor grabbed the back of my hair, and wrapped it around his hand. He pulled my head back and squeezed my left breast. “Fuck… you… are… so… beautiful,” he said, between thrusts.
Holding onto the hood of the car, I moaned as his hips slammed against my ass, causing the automobile to rock from the force. After a while, he slowed and leaned over me, his hand playing with my clit again.
“You gonna come for me, Kitten?” he whispered, his hips moving in a steady rhythm while he teased my nub.
I nodded, feeling myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Then, I was soaring over the cliff, screaming as the rippling waves of pleasure in my pelvis shook me to the core, giving me the release that I so desperately needed.
***
Adriana clenched up as she came and it did me in. I thrust in and out of her a couple more times, and then quickly pulled out, shooting my load all over the crack of her ass, my own legs shaking from the
intensity of the orgasm.
“Damn,” I said hoarsely, still trying to catch my breath. I chuckled as I looked around, glad that boating season was over.
“Jesus, I needed that,” she answered, still lying cheek-down on the hood of the car.
I zipped my pants back up, my desire for Adriana still on overdrive. I’d just came like a motherfucker, and yet I still wanted to be back inside. Not tomorrow. Not later. But now. My dick was even twitching at the thought.
Adriana shivered.
“Shit, sorry. Are you cold?” I asked, rubbing the side of her thigh. She had her jacket on, but it was pulled up to her waist and her legs had goose-bumps.
She raised her head up. “I wasn’t before, but I’m getting there.”
I pushed her hair away from her face. Damn, she was beautiful and sex had never felt like this. Ever. Not even with Brandy. I didn’t know why, since we barely knew each other, but the effect that she had on me was almost… dangerous. It made me take chances that I shouldn’t have. Like having unprotected sex. I didn’t even know if she was clean or not.
“Let me get something to clean you off,” I said, backing away from her.
She looked at me over her shoulder. “Check the backseat. I think there’s a box of tissues.”
“Okay,” I said, still trying to dissect what the hell was happening to me. I thought about earlier and how I’d wanted to kill the guy she’d been dancing with. The rage and jealousy that had been coursing through my veins had almost driven me over the edge. This was for a girl that I’d promised to stay away from. Meant to stay away from. After being inside of her, I knew I’d never be able to make that same promise with a straight face.
“Here,” I said, cleaning off her back. “I probably should have worn a rubber.”
“Probably,” she said, pushing her dress back down over her hips. She turned around and raised her hands to her chest.
“Let me help you,” I said, reaching for the buttons on her dress. “I suppose you’re pissed off now.”
She smiled up at me. “Do I look pissed?”
“You look beautiful.”
“You look pretty amazing yourself,” she said, running her fingers through my hair. “I think next time, however, I’m pulling your hair.”
“Oh yeah?”
With a sparkle in her eye, she tugged on it, poking the animal inside of me. The one who liked it rough sometimes. Growling in the back of my throat, I leaned forward and kissed her lips. Hard.
Adriana pulled back, smiling. “My goodness, slow down, Raptor,” she said in a breathless voice.
“Can’t help it,” I said, grabbing the back of her head. My zipper was already getting tight again. “You bring it out in me.” I pulled her face to me and kissed her again, this time with more tenderness. But it was hard. I was already raring to go and she tasted sweet. Like peaches. I wanted to devour her lips and every other part of her.
She put her hand on my chest, gently pushing me back. “We need to leave.”
Sighing, I touched her forehead with mine. “Come home with me,” I whispered.
“I can’t.”
“Why? Because of your mother?”
“Yes. I have her car.”
“What if you didn’t have it? Would you?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Listen to me,” I said, touching the side of her face. “I know you’re frightened of being with me, but I swear to you… I’ll never let anything happen to you.”
“You can’t promise something you really have no control over,” she said, looking frustrated. “We both know that.”
“Bullshit. I do have control over it.”
She sighed. “Like Tank had control over what happened to Krystal?”
“What happened to Krystal… that was fucked up. It was horrible. We had no idea Mud would retaliate like that. But, things are different now,” I replied. “We’ve run The Devil’s Rangers out of Iowa.”
“How in the world could you do that? All of them?”
“Yup. We had proof that Mud killed Krystal and used it to drive him out. We gave him an option – move his entire Chapter to a different state, or spend the next twenty years in prison.”
“You had proof? Why wouldn’t you turn it over to the police? Mud needs to go to prison!”
“We take care of these kinds of things, our way.”
“So, you just drove the club away? That’s how he’s going to pay for killing my best friend?”
“Believe me, when things settle, Mud’s going to really pay for what he did to her. He’s not going to get away with it. Tank and Slammer are already working on the details.”
“See, this is exactly why I can’t be around you, Trevor. You and your friends don’t play by the rules.”
“Yeah we do. Our rules.”
“Even though they’re against the law?”
“The law isn’t always right.”
She sighed. “It’s not worth arguing with you. You’re stubborn and already set in your ways.”
“Exactly. So don’t argue with me,” I said with a cocky smile. “Just accept that things are how they are and don’t worry your pretty little head about Mud and the Devil’s Rangers.”
“Unbelievable.” She shook her head and walked to the passenger door. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Back to my house.”
“No. To your bike. I need to get home,” she said, opening the door. “And I’m pretty sure that you fucked me sober.”
I got into the car. “You think you can drive?”
“I’m positive,” said Adriana.
I stared at her hard. She looked sober, but I wasn’t taking any chances. “Fuck that.” I started the engine. “Your mother would kill me if anything ever happened to you. I’m taking you home and I’ll call Tank. He can give me a ride back to my bike.”
“I’m surprised that you care what my mother thinks.”
“So am I,” I said, rolling up the windows. “So am I.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Trevor drove me home and I invited him in.
“So where is your mother?” he asked as we walked into the doorway.
I flipped on the lights and looked at the clock. It was almost nine o’clock. “She should be closing the shop soon.”
“I’d better get out of here then. She’ll have a fucking conniption if she sees me. I don’t want to be the cause of a woman having a heart-attack.”
“Actually, she won’t be home for another hour. They were going to grab a bite to eat before Jim dropped her off.”
Trevor smiled wickedly. “We have an hour?” he said, walking toward me. “Excellent.”
I put my hand on his chest. “Wait a second…”
He grabbed my hand and pulled it down to the bulge in his pants. “I only need a few,” he said, kissing my neck. “Come on, Kitten. I need to be inside you again.”
“I don’t know,” I whispered, feeling myself already responding.
Trevor pushed my jacket over my shoulders and it dropped to the floor. He picked me up and I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist. “You don’t know? I think you do,” he said, walking toward the steps, his hands gripping my ass tightly. “So, just let it happen.”
And it did happen.
First in the bathtub, where he cleaned every part of me, using the showerhead and his tongue.
Then in my bedroom, where I finally got to see how much of his cock I could fit into my mouth.
“Stop,” he said, after a few minutes.
I pulled my lips away from his penis. “What, don’t you like getting a blow job?” I asked, rubbing up and down the base.
“Fuck, I love getting a blow job,” he said, cupping my mound. “But I love being inside of you more.”
I climbed over him and rode his cock, rocking back and forth as he held my hips, urging me faster.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he said cupping and squeezing my breasts as I stared down at him through my hair.
Seconds later, I threw my head back, gasping as I came for a third time, this one more intense than the one I’d just had in the shower.
“Damn,” he growled, flipping me onto my back and then entering me again. “I felt that, too. My turn.”
I stared up at Trevor as he took charge, pounding into me. At one point, he leaned down, kissing me with a passion that I felt all the way to my toes. It made me my heart flutter, almost bringing me to tears and was enough to make me realize that I’d already fallen for him. Hard. I knew right then that I didn’t want to be anywhere else but with Trevor and in his arms. Screw my mother. Screw the Gold Vipers. Screw everything else. Trevor and I were all that mattered.
He slowed down. “You okay?” he asked, touching my face.
“Only if you keep fucking me,” I said, pulling his mouth back to mine so he wouldn’t see the tears in my eyes.
When it was his turn to come, I could feel Trevor’s cock pulsating inside of me as he stiffened up and let go, holding my hips so tightly that his fingernails dug into my skin. Then, he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting, sweaty, and spent.
“I think we should take another shower,” he whispered, touching my damp forehead.
“I can but you can’t. My mom’s going to be home any minute.”
He sighed. “Have you ever thought of moving into your own place?”
“I can’t afford to. I’m in college, remember?”
He stared at me for a few seconds and then said, “Move in with me.”
My eyes widened. I laughed. “Right.”
He ran a finger over my arm, giving me goose-bumps. “I’m serious.”
“You know, I –”
He put a finger to my lips. “Stop. Don’t say anything. I just wanted to throw that out there. I know you’re probably not ready for it. Hell, you’re not even ready for me, are you?”
I swallowed. “Actually,” I whispered. “I’ve been doing some thinking.”
“Thinking?” He grinned. “Sounds like trouble.”
I slugged him in the arm.
“Just giving you shit, darlin’. Now, tell me, what exactly were you thinking?”
“We should keep seeing each other. But maybe keep it on the down low right now.”
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