by Alex Grayson
Smacking her ass, I hoist her up into my truck, hearing her laugh as I make my way around to my side.
Chapter Eight
Willow
I sit with my hands clasped together in my lap and listen to the soft rock music coming over the radio. We just turned onto the interstate and the trip so far has been quiet. I have no idea what tonight will bring, but I’m both nervous and excited. I never knew how amazing it would feel to let go of my inhibitions and just feel. Not worrying what others will think and doing what feels good. What Tegan and I did the other day may be wrong and disgusting in most people’s eyes, but it felt damn good to me. And I say fuck them and their judgmental asses.
I’m startled when Tegan reaches over the middle console and lays a hand on my thigh. My skirt has ridden up, so his cool hand is against my heated flesh. It feels good, and I’m sure he can feel the goose bumps his touch caused.
We ride for a few more minutes, his hand staying in place, thumb rubbing back and forth. I’m hyperaware of his fingers, and I start to pant.
A minute later, he tells me, “Pull your skirt up. I’ve felt how wet you are. Now I want to see it.”
His words have my breath catching in my throat.
I look out the window to see if any other cars are around. I may have enjoyed what we did with Nathan the other night, but the notion of exposing myself to just anyone still makes me nervous. I don’t need to worry though, because the sun has set, so the light in the cab is low. It would be hard for someone to see me. Not to mention, the truck is high, so the chance of them seeing over the door is small.
When I look back at him, he’s wearing a smirk. He knows what I’m doing and it amuses him. His sunglasses are perched on top of his head, I’ve noticed he wears them a lot, even when he doesn’t need them, and he swipes them off and throws them on the dash. He looks hot as hell wearing them.
“If I get a wet spot on the seat of your truck, I don’t want to hear any complaints,” I tell him as I lift my skirt.
“Not good enough. I can’t see.” He lifts the console and grabs my leg again, pulling it so it’s halfway on his side and my legs are spread wide. His eyes leave the road, just long enough to take a peek at what I’m exposing.
“Damn, baby,” he says huskily.
A soft cry leaves my lips, and I grip the handle on the door when he pinches my clit between his fingers. It’s hard for him to grab hold of it because I’m so slick. He pushes a finger inside, then pulls it out, fingers my clit for a moment, then dips it back inside. He’s driving me insane. If it wasn’t so dangerous, I would have already released his cock from his jeans and climbed on his lap.
He plays with me, alternating between fucking me with his fingers and strumming my clit, when I hear a loud engine beside us. Just as I look over and see a semitruck pulling up beside us, the cab light comes on. I hold my breath, both praying the trucker doesn’t notice and keeps driving, and hoping that he does.
The truck inches ahead of ours, and I think he must not have noticed, but then it slows down, until the cab of his truck is lined up with ours. I don’t look over to see if he’s watching, I’m not that brave, but I know he is. It’s confirmed when there’s a loud blare of a deep horn. I grip Tegan’s hand, not sure if I’m going to push it away or push his fingers in deeper.
“Use my fingers to fuck yourself. Let that trucker see you come,” Tegan says beside me, his tone gruff.
It only takes me a minute to make my decision. I can feel my arousal leaking out of me. Not only is my body excited about the prospect of the unknown man in the semi seeing me come, but my mind is as well.
“I want two fingers,” I instruct Tegan, and am rewarded when he straightens a second finger. Gripping his hand, I shove both fingers inside my wet pussy. I use his hand like I would a dildo, but imagine it’s his dick. His fingers don’t fill me near as full as I would be if they were his dick, but it still feels damn good.
I bite my lip and tip my head back on a moan, thrusting his hand back and forth, plunging his fingers in and out of me. My head falls to the side and a blush creeps up my cheeks when I see the trucker watching me. Although it’s embarrassing, I still maneuver Tegan’s hand, thrusting his fingers.
Minutes later, the thought of the trucker leaves my mind as I’m completely consumed with the intense sensation running through my body.
My inner muscles tighten up, and I lift my hips from the seat and relentlessly use Tegan’s fingers to bring myself to orgasm. My small cries of pleasure mixed with his deep groans fill the truck, drowning out the music coming out of the speakers.
I push his whole palm against my quivering pussy as my racing heart slowly starts to settle down. I lazily turn my head to look over at Tegan, only to find his jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling faster than normal, and his grip on the steering has his knuckles turning white. A smile curls my lips when I realize he’s fighting for control.
“Your pussy is going to be so fucking sore once I get done with it later.”
I giggle, and pull his hand away. He brings it to his mouth, and once again licks my juices from his fingers. Another blare of a horn sounds, reminding me I just gave a stranger a very naughty show. We both watch as the semi pulls ahead of us.
A hostess in a short black dress and wearing bright red lipstick leads us to a circular booth in a dark corner. I sit on the soft cushion seat first and slide around to the back, with Tegan following me. We’re so close that we’re nearly touching, shoulder to shoulder, even though there’s plenty enough room to put a couple feet between us and still have space to move around and be comfortable.
Once we’re seated, I look around the room. This isn’t your typical nice restaurant. It’s fine dining, but not the type of restaurant you see filled with rich families eating dinner, or a man getting down on one knee to propose to his girlfriend, or where people go on their first date. It’s comfy and cozy with chairs around small tables that resemble the ones you would see in a sitting room in a Victorian-style house. Several other booths like ours are placed throughout the room, along with other smaller tables. A billiards table is off to one side. We passed by a bar when we first came in, and there’s another in the back of the room. Every man and woman is dressed to the nines. Several men are walking around the room talking to people at their tables. It all reminds me of a gentlemen’s club.
“What is this place?” I ask Tegan, bringing my eyes back to him.
Before he can answer, a waiter in a black suit approaches our table. He introduces himself as Barry and offers the house wine, which Tegan accepts, then walks off again. It surprises me he ordered wine. He doesn’t strike me as a wine drinker. He seems more of a beer or hard liquor kind of guy. But then again, the clothes that he’s wearing would say differently to anyone who’s just met him. His black slacks and untucked dark gray button-up, with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, something I find incredible sexy on a man, say he definitely cleans up nice.
“It’s a place where people come to unwind and enjoy themselves,” he tells me, sliding his arm around the back of the booth, grazing his fingers along my exposed shoulder.
My body is still lit from our escapade in his truck, so his touch sends shivers over my body. He senses it and smiles.
“Do you come here often?”
“No, not anymore, but I have a standing invitation to come anytime I want.”
His fingers fiddle with my hair, causing the strands to tickle my skin. I ignore what it makes me feel. I’ve always loved when people play with my hair.
The waiter, faster than any waiter I’ve dealt with before, comes back with a bottle of wine in a bucket and two glasses and sets them on the table before leaving us alone again.
“How did your interview with Nathan go?” Tegan asks, pouring us both a glass.
I take a sip and set it back down. “It went great actually. He wanted me to go ahead and start this week, but I had already told Minnie I would watch Luna a couple times. I start on Monday.”
“You’ll like working for Nathan. He’s a good guy.”
I nod, already gathering that from the interview. Nathan may be quiet and reserved, but there’s no doubt he has a good work ethic, both as an employer and for his employees. To say I was nervous when I walked into his office is a huge understatement. All I could think about the entire time I was on my way there was seeing him stroke his cock as he sat in the chair and watched Tegan and me. Or feeling the soft skin of his cock sliding across my tongue as he fucked my mouth. I’m sure Nathan saw my nervousness—it was given away by my trembling hands and the beads of sweat on my upper lip and forehead, ruining my makeup—but he never let on. He was very professional during the whole process, and for that I was extremely grateful. By the time the interview was over, my nerves were gone and I felt good about working for him.
“I’m sure I will. I’m looking forward to working there.”
I drink more wine and watch the inhabitants of the room, trying to ignore Tegan’s fingers running along my shoulder. I’m no longer able to ignore him when his other hand moves to the top of my thigh. My belly somersaults and it sends tingles to my nether regions. He seems to really enjoy touching my legs.
“What made you decide to make things out of wood?” I ask, for a way to distract myself.
I look over when he doesn’t answer and find him watching me, a smile playing on his lips. I swear the guy always knows what I’m thinking. Instead of calling me on it, he answers.
“My grandfather was a carpenter. As a child, I would help him make all kinds of things. Those were some of the best times of my childhood. I always wanted to follow in his footsteps.”
His hand moves up an inch.
“How long have you been doing it?” My voice comes out breathless, but at this point, I don’t care.
“Ten years.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to ask another question before he leans forward and runs his nose along my jaw and up to my ear.
“I can smell you,” he whispers. I barely keep back my moan, but when he nips at the lobe, a small one slips free.
He takes my hand and places it over his hard length through his slacks. Unable to control myself, I grip it and start rubbing him. He lets out a low hiss and it brings a smile to my lips. He’s been fucking with me for the past hour. It’s time he gets a dose of his own medicine.
When the waiter comes back to take our order, I go to pull my hand away, but he latches on to my wrist, keeping it where it is. I haven’t even had time to look at the menu yet, but it doesn’t matter, because Tegan orders for us both. While he’s talking to the waiter, his hand leaves my wrist and goes back to my thigh. He doesn’t just lay it there, but runs it straight up to the apex of my thighs and wastes no time in pushing a finger inside. I’m not sure, but I may have squeaked a little at the sudden intrusion. However, the waiter doesn’t stop talking, so it may have been my imagination. That, or he’s used to such things and has learned to overlook them.
When he walks away, Tegan’s mouth goes back to my ear, where he whispers, “Take my cock out.”
I take a brief look around the room before doing as he says. I’m learning really quick I like doing what Tegan says. It may be out of my comfort zone, but I always feel good doing it.
I quickly unbutton and unzip his pants, reaching inside and sliding my hand along the hard length of his cock. It’s silken and smooth, and would feel so damn good in my mouth. While I pump his cock, his fingers continue to drive me insane.
A minute later, he takes his fingers from me, reaches inside his pocket, and pulls out a condom. My eyes widen as he rips the foil packet open and slides the rubber over his shaft.
“Get on my lap.” His words feather across my cheek. I glance quickly at him in surprise. This is different than showing myself off to a passing trucker or having sex with Nathan in the room. There are at least twenty other people here, and the only thing hiding us from view is a table.
“Tegan, I’m not sure…” I trail off when he inserts two fingers inside me.
“You had your release in my truck. This is how I want mine.” Using his thumb, he presses it against my sensitive clit. I bite my lip and moan, then look around the room once more. “Don’t worry, no one will know.”
There’s no way people won’t know what we’re doing with me on his lap. But then again, the thought of them knowing has my insides tightening in anticipation. Is it wrong of me to want them to know? It’s not like we’ll be blatantly having sex in front of all these people. The lighting is low, and there’s a cloth over the table that reaches the floor, so people won’t be able to see underneath. Can I be that brave? A thrill goes through me when I think about Tegan fucking me with so many people around and it being our little secret.
He’s watching me, waiting for me to decide what I’m going to do. Swallowing down my nerves, I release his cock and keep my eyes on him as I push my body up and slide onto his lap. There’s just enough room for me to fit between him and the table. I sit sideways on his lap and his arms goes around my middle. His dick bounds up between my legs, and I automatically reach for it, playing with the underside of the tip.
“Good girl,” he says huskily, then leans down to place a kiss right above my breasts.
Another waiter and couple walk by, but they pay us no mind. Tegan’s hand goes back to my pussy, and he gives it a few swipes. I try to control my breathing, but he’s making it hard to accomplish that.
We sit this way for a moment, me playing with him and him playing with me, when his arm tightens around my waist and he lifts me just enough to put the tip at my opening. I suck in a sharp breath when he releases me, and I fall back down, impaling myself. Pain mixed with pleasure engulfs me, so suddenly full of him. He groans deep in his throat and bites down on my collarbone. His legs spread wide, which causes me to fall even further down his shaft.
“Damn,” he says softly, gripping my hip.
I grind down on him and tighten my walls, knowing that he’ll enjoy it. The hiss that leaves his lips says I’m right. I turn my head away from him and look out across the room, lifting myself as much as I can with the table in the way, and pushing back down. He helps lift me and we both work at a slow pace. I’m not sure if anyone notices us or not, and my eyes glaze over, so I wouldn’t know if they did.
“Tegan, man,” a man says as I’m mid-lift, and I drop back down. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you here.” I freeze, sure my cheeks are flaming bright red right about now.
“Been busy lately,” Tegan tells the guy. His fingers go to my clit and he pushes down hard. I keep my face as straight as I can and my hands on the table, when I want to reach down and pinch his hand to get him to stop. He’s not being very nice right now. Instead, I tighten my muscles around him, knowing it’ll fuck with him as much as his fingers are fucking with me.
I look up at the guy. He looks to be around Tegan’s age. Standard blond hair, blue eyes, and a dimple when he smiles. Which he’s doing when he looks at me.
“Who’s your friend?” the guy asks.
“Willow, this is Drake. Drake, Willow.” He says this at the same time he pulls my hips back while grinding his upward. My nails dig into the tablecloth to keep back my whimpers.
“Nice to meet you, Drake,” I manage to get out. I grab my wine glass and drink down the rest of it; anything to cool my overheated body.
“Likewise, pretty lady.” His eyes rake over me leeringly before going over my shoulder to meet Tegan’s. “You wanna get together later, give me a ring. I’m available.”
“No,” Tegan says.
Drake’s eyes land on my breasts, and he licks his lips. “You sure? I’m down if you need someone.”
I’m not entirely sure what he’s talking about but I get the sense he’s saying he’ll be the watcher in Tegan’s game.
I’m surprised and very pleased when I hear Tegan growl, “Fuck off.”
When I look back at him, there’s fire in his eyes, and it’s not
from desire. Something’s pissed him off and it confuses me. Obviously, Tegan’s not shy about showing off his women, and while I was okay with it with Nathan, I’m not so sure I would be with just anyone. Nathan and Tegan are clearly close, so in a sense I felt safe doing it with Nathan in the room. But this guy, for some reason, I don’t think I would be. Luckily, Tegan doesn’t like the idea either.
The guy holds his hands up and takes a step back. “No harm, man. Didn’t know you didn’t do that kind of thing anymore.”
“Leave,” Tegan grunts, his arm tightening around my waist so much I’m having trouble drawing in air.
Drake lifts a brow, but says no more and walks away. I breathe out a sigh of relief when Tegan loosens his arm. As soon as Drake is gone from view, Tegan lifts my hips again and begins shallow, rapid thrusts. He holds me still so I don’t bounce around, but I still know if someone were to look over, they’d know exactly what was going on. I hold on to the table, biting my tongue to hold back the need to cry out in pleasure.
My stomach muscles tense with my impending orgasm and a minute later, my toes curl in my shoes, and I close my eyes and hang my head. Intense pleasure washes through me at the same time I hear Tegan grunt.
He pulls me back against his chest, tucking my head beneath his chin. I breathe heavily against his neck and pepper a couple kisses there. Tegan’s breathing is just fine, but I think he’s forcing himself to appear calmer than he is, because his heart is going a thousand miles a minute.
He takes the cloth napkin that’s wrapped around the silverware and brings it underneath the table to put between my legs when he pulls out. Looking around and still finding no eyes on us, I discreetly wipe myself. He takes the other napkin and wraps it around the tied-off condom, before tucking himself back in his slacks. I look to see if there’s a mess on the front of his pants, and miraculously find there isn’t one.
