Bella arched her neck back against the muscled wall of his chest. Needy purrs slipped through her parted lips, echoing off the tiled walls of the restroom. The thought that at any minute, someone could walk in on them heightened her arousal even more.
“God I love that sound. Make it for me again.” His opened-mouthed kisses scorched her neck, as his tongue made swirling erotic patterns on her skin. He turned her chin, covering her mouth, swallowing the sounds of her moans. His talented tongue slid sensuously in and out of her mouth. She’d forgotten what a great kisser Jarrod was. Nipping on her lips, using the tip of his tongue to tease and taunt the flesh there before ravishing the interior of her mouth.
“Let me be your fantasy man for the night.” His said against her lips. “I’ll be whatever you want. Whatever you need, whatever you desire. I promise you won’t regret it.”
“Yes,” she heard herself say, as if her rational and logical thoughts had sudden vanished and her overactive libido was now in charge. In all honesty, she missed his lovemaking. The feel of his body covering hers, as he brought her to orgasm over and over again until she begged for mercy, which made him just love her longer—harder. Who was she kidding. She missed him, but she didn’t want to face that feeling at the moment.
He eased her around in his arms. His big hands engulfed her face. Liquid brown eyes like laser beams nailed her. The lines of his handsome face drew tight with desire and his eyes dilated with unadulterated passion.
“Good. Did you drive here?” A sexy grin tipped the corners of his mouth. Bella’s sexually fogged brain took a minute to respond. “No…no I took a taxi here.”
“Perfect!” His hands fell away from her face and slapped together in a resounding clap. “Your sexual fantasy begins right now.”
He grabbed up her purse from the sink, and enveloped his broad hand around her much smaller one. As he tugged her out of the ladies restroom, he threw over his shoulder. “Ever had sex in a truck before?”
Chapter Six
Bella was struck dumb. Sex in a truck? Was he kidding?
She’d little time to think further, as Jerrod hurriedly manoeuvred her through the crowded bar. His confident posture and strong rolling stride left little doubt that he was a man determined to have her. This man meant business. The business of a sexual nature and really, she was all on board for that.
The blur of bodies, lights inside the bar and the heavy noise and rowdy atmosphere flashed by. That was until he barrelled through the bar’s side exit door and the quiet of cool misty night air wrapped around them. A low hanging fog had rolled in giving the city streets a sinuous spectral coating of billowy grey, dulling the surrounding lights and buildings.
Jarrod stopped at the kerbside. He quickly looked both ways and crossed the street, heading towards a bank parking lot filled with cars. She had to double-time her steps to keep up with his long-legged stride. He reached into the front pocket of his jeans and drug out a set of keys with a remote attached to them.
Two rows down, he approached a big, white, brand new dually truck. The lettering on the side snagged her attention—Tink Construction. OMG! He’d changed the name of his construction company, using her nickname. “When did you change your company name?” She walked up and ran her fingers along the outline of the wording. It touched her heart. Could he feel more for her than she’d thought?
He hit the remote and the door locks popped up and the headlights flashed. “I did it not too long after you left me. I needed a total breakaway from the family construction business. Tink was the perfect fit for my own company.”
He moved in, as she turned around to face him, crowding her backwards until her backbone connected lightly with the door of the truck. He planted his hands on either side of her, circling her in.
Her hands flattened on the cool metal of the frame. His huge shoulders overwhelmed, dominated her. “Just like we are…a perfect fit.” He touched a knee to the inside of her thighs, nudging them wide to stand between. Jarrod leaned forward. The hard wall of his chest and stiffness of his long cock were cushioned by her round curves. Their bodies were made for each other, she had to admit to herself. No one had ever made her feel so small and feminine like Jerrod did.
She sucked up a breath and tiny shivers of excitement racked her body from head to toe.
His lips moved downward as he whispered close to her ear. “Are you cold?” He cocked his head back, his eyes hidden in the shadow, but she could feel their intensity, nevertheless. “I don’t think that’s it, is it? You aren’t cold, you’re hot for me.” His lips moved to her cheek, slowly caressing, gliding to her ear. “I love how your body responds to mine. I bet your panties are soaked.”
He pulled back and gently palmed her breast, pulling at her nipple, teasing her. “Damn you have the most perfect breast. I can’t wait to get my mouth on them. But first I have to taste that sweet pussy of yours.”
Her back arched into his hand.
His deep groan made her pussy throb. “Damn, I can almost taste your hot juices.” He placed an arm around her waist, turning her away from the truck, as he snagged the door handle and wrenched the door open. The interior light flashed on, spilling out, leaving a small path of light on the black asphalt parking lot.
* * * *
Reaching over inside the truck, Jarrod’s arm still anchored around her waist, he flipped back the middle armrest on the front seat, he wanted nothing to hinder his body getting close to hers.
He rolled his body back and fingered his hair out of his face. In a million years, he’d never imagined stopping for a few beers would’ve turned out this way. Having Bella back in his arms was heaven and, as far as he was concerned, she’d stay there too. He lowered down giving her a deep passionate kiss.
“Come on, get that gorgeous ass of yours in the truck,” he playfully growled.
Her girly giggles had him grinning like a fool from ear to ear. Yep, she was his heart and soul. She filled the void he’d long suffered without her.
With his hands on her lush hips, he helped guide her up into the front seat, eagerly following right behind her, slamming the door. The overhead light of the truck’s cab slowly dimmed and finally, he had her right where he wanted her…to himself!
Chapter Seven
“Take your pants off.” Jerrod’s deep voice cut through the dark interior of the truck like a sharp knife. His words evoked no argument, not that he’d get any from her. He’d always been the dominant partner in their relationship, but this more forceful, commanding side of him cranked her arousal up further. “I’ll start the truck and turn on the heater.”
She’d never been one for public sex, but then again, she didn’t think she’d ever be having sex again with Jerrod, either. She could no more stop her unsteady hands from unbuttoning her pants, than she could stem the wetness that drenched her panties and jeans. For once in her adult life, having sex with Jerrod in the front seat of his truck in a public place seemed perfectly natural, and totally erotic. Maybe she was an exhibitionist at heart and just didn’t know it?
Toeing off her heels, she kicked them away and quickly went for the button of her jeans. Try as she might—between the tightness of her jeans and the leather seats—she had trouble getting her pants off. Jerrod’s agitated growl sounded loud in the quiet truck, “Here, let me help you.” Leaning down, he wrapped a hand about one of her ankles, pulling up and sliding her ass around until her legs were stretched out along the front seat. Her purse got wedged between her hip and the back of the seat. He yanked the purse out and tossed it to the floorboard of the truck. It landed with a squishy plunk.
Jerrod eyed her purse. “What do you have in that thing?”
She felt the heat of embarrassment crawl up her face. “Humm…a…crud…” Bella bent down, retrieving the purse and opened it up. Strips of condoms lined the bottom.
“Man, you did come prepared tonight.” His voice held an edge of hurt, and she shouldn’t feel guilty about the condoms, but she did.
“Do you want me to use these tonight, Bella?” He slipped a strip of condoms out of her purse. It dangled between his fingers like an obscene strand of foiled ribbon waving back and forth. “I will, this is your fantasy, but I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
That shouldn’t have given her such a thrill, nevertheless it did. They both had been tested before having sex, and Jerrod was very fastidious about his hygiene. One thing about this man she knew for sure, he never lied. He just couldn’t communicate worth a damn. If he said he’d been with no-one else, she believed him.
Empowerment surged within her and the words tumbled out. “No. I want—no—I need nothing between us when you come inside me.”
A confident smile lit up his face. “Does this mean you’ve not been with another man since me too?”
“That’s exactly what I am saying, Jerrod.” No point in mincing words, she figured.
“So another man has not had his mouth on you or his cock inside you?” His bluntness instead of turning her off set her body on fire.
She slowly shook her head no, not knowing what else to say. For once, Jerrod was doing the majority of the talking, communicating, and not her. What a refreshing difference.
His dark stubbled cheeks blossomed into a genuine smile. “You don’t know how happy that makes me, even though I don’t have the right to feel that way.”
* * * *
Thinking of another man having intimate, carnal knowledge of Bella’s body gave him a sick feeling low in his stomach. Knowing no man hadn’t, now made him more determined that she’d be his again. And the one thing she loved was oral sex, and he loved doing that to her. He swore she tasted like a juicy ripe fruit and going down on her was one of his favourite things.
He found it highly erotic that the fiery colour of her hair, also delicately fringed the plump flesh of her pussy.
His eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness as they skimmed over Bella’s full-figure draped across the seat of his truck. Her jeans gapped open and the top of her silky pink panties beckoned him, revealing the rest of her voluptuous and delicious charms.
“Time to finish getting those jeans off, I’m impatient and hard as a rock.”
Taking her by the hips, he slid her further down on the seat until she was flat on her back. Leaning over her, he took her tiny hands in his, stretching them over her head as he curled her fingers around a handgrip on the door. “Hold on and don’t let go.”
He slowly ran his fingertips up the inside of her thighs to teasingly circle the vee between her legs, never quite touching her clit. Her soft whimpers and rolling hips made his skin on his bones tighten and his cock jerk.
In a languished motion, he drew one finger along the centre of her heat and smiled to himself as she arched her back in pleasure and groaned loudly. With deft hands, Jerrod gripped both her panties and jeans and tugged down and then off, discarding them on the floorboard. The smell of her hot arousal sucker punched him right in the gut. Damn, he missed this, the scent of her drenched pussy.
His breathing accelerated, as he drank in Bella lying across his seat, naked from the waist down. Her delectable full thighs slightly parted and stomach gently rounded was visual perfection and what every woman should look like in his opinion.
The urge to taste her—eat her, made his cock throb. Because of his large frame and raging erection, manoeuvring around in the cab of his truck would be tricky and uncomfortable for him. But, for Bella, he’d rub his dick raw to see to her pleasure first before his own.
To get in position, Jerrod twisted his upper body around on the seat, folding one of his legs down beneath his ass as he stretched forward. He eased one of Bella’s legs over his shoulder and then the other. He spanned one hand under her butt, lifting her closer to his face. “You are so beautiful down here, did you know that? You smell good and taste even better,” he said, lightly kissing her inner thigh, before using the tip of his tongue to worry the delicate crease of her upper thigh.
His fingers parted her slick tissue. Her clit swollen taut and distended, begged to be kissed. And kiss it he did, an open-mouthed French kiss. His lips gradually closed in around her hard bud, exerting pressure on the sensitive nerve endings, while his tongue leisurely swiped back and forth over the very tip. With each motion of his wily tongue, her legs tightened up around his shoulders, pushing her pussy against his face. Her low moans and whimpers were erotic noises that spun his arousal higher.
It didn’t take long before he had Bella grinding her pussy against his face. Her cries of passion grew louder as he expertly worked her clit with his tongue. He was so in tuned to every nuance of her body, he knew she was close to coming.
Jerrod paused, looking up from between her legs. Bella’s hooded eyes fastened on to his. “Are you ready to cum? Ready to cum in my mouth?”
“Oh…god…yes,” Bella said in moaning gasps.
With her eyes still focusing down on him, he lazily stuck out his tongue and placed his index finger upon its surface, sucking it into his mouth. His lips puckering closed. He extracted his finger with a quick juicy pop. “You know what’s coming, and I know how much you love to be tongue fucked in your hot pussy, while I finger-fuck your tight ass.”
He wanted her to be so hot and to come so hard, she’d remember this moment for the rest of her life. No man would ever be able to satisfy her like he could. No man would ever make her burn like he did. No matter what happened after tonight, he would relish his time with Bella, and hope and pray he’d convince her to stay in his life forever.
In unhurried, sensual increments, his index finger teased back through the moist heat of her delicious cunt to the small ruffled entrance of her ass. The blunt tip of his finger pressed past the tight ring of muscle. Her tiny gasp and then low cry, as he worked his finger deeper, farther into the scorching depths of her ass, let him know she was getting off on this sexy play. Adding fuel to this heady mix, he lowered his mouth level to the opening of her sex.
His tongue delved into the wet constrictions of her pussy, rasping along its furrowed walls, delving her unmercifully. The inner muscles of her vagina quivered around his probing tongue and her ass flex around his finger. He worked his tongue and finger in perfect unison within her tight holes, thrusting in and out, back and forth. At the last minute, tongue and finger still in action, he scraped his front teeth ever so lightly over her clit, giving her that erotic push over the line and straight into an orgasm.
He watched intently in pure male elation, her back bow up and her head thrash from side to side in the shadowed confines of his truck, as her orgasm started to erupt.
The leather seat creaked and shifted, as her body moved wildly in her orgasmic fever. His head clamped between her tensed up thighs, making him fight not to cum in his jeans. It was so good to be between her spread legs at this imitate, personal a moment.
He smiled around the smell and taste of her as he caught her biting her lip to stop a scream he’d caused and only a muffled one emerged. Her warm liquid release filled his mouth, coating his tongue and lips. Damn, if she found it in her heart to forgive him, come back to him, he’d eat her out every day. He loved giving her oral pleasure so much.
Chapter Eight
Bella’s orgasm tore through her like a jolt of electricity and took her by surprise. She’d never come so hard in her life, so shattering, so strong, and it was all she could do not to scream at the top of her lungs. Biting her lip had been the only way to stop from crying out.
One orgasmic shock wave after another racked her body causing her to twitch and shake. The only sounds were her harsh, shallow breaths and the groans Jerrod made as he lapped up her cum. He brought her back down slowly. Soothing her highly sensitive clitoris just the way she liked it after she’d come, using his warm, velvet soft tongue in slow flicking licks, until the last of her trembling subsided.
“Can I let go now?” Bella’s arms were going numb and her hands were growing sore from using the handle to hang on for dea
r life.
He sat back up, rotating his shoulders and rolling his neck. Strands of his dark hair caught in the stubble shading his jaw line and closed eyes made him totally sensual and exotic looking to her. “Yeah, you can let go now.”
With one hand still on the handle, she pulled herself up on the slick leather seat. Coming out the sexual fog, she looked around, it hit Bella that she’d forgotten they were in an idling truck, in a public parking lot, so immersed in what he’d been doing to her. And what struck her funny was that she didn’t care. Sitting nude from the waist down, the leather beneath her ass damp from her orgasm seemed completely natural. Was it because of being with Jerrod? He’d always had a way of making her feel uninhibited and sexy.
A low grunt caught her attention. Through the darkness, she couldn’t miss him raising up and adjusting his thick cock or the grime that marred his profile. Even in a super cab truck, his overly large physique took up much of the space around him, leaving little room for him to move about. How he managed to do what he did to her boggled her mind. The man was amazingly adept when it came to sex and his size.
Now, Bella felt guilty. He’d been so unselfish in giving her pleasure, putting her first. Scooting closer, she cupped his whisker roughened cheek. He nuzzled her hand.
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