makes everything dark. The moon and stars go black. Oxygen leaves my lungs. My heart stops beating and all I can feel are Joel’s teeth nipping at my lip and the cold metal of the bus biting against my bare skin.
I reach down and rub him outside of his jeans, which probably gets me even more turned on than it gets him. He moans low in his throat and impatiently tugs me away from the door so he can pull it open.
“Fuck,” he complains when it doesn’t budge. He yanks on it again, but still it doesn’t move.
I’m so frustrated, I want to scream. Instead, I manage to simply say, “You don’t have a key?”
“Not on me.” He looks around the deserted parking lot until he spots something that makes the corner of his mouth tug up, and then he grabs my hand and tows me across the lot. There are tons of cars, but everyone is inside for the headlining band, so I’m not worried when Joel pulls down the tailgate of a random black truck that I’m sure doesn’t belong to anyone he knows.
I barely have time to squeal in surprise when he wraps his hands around my waist and effortlessly lifts me onto it. He steps between my knees, buries his fingers in my hair, and pulls me to his mouth again, kissing me like I’ve wanted to be kissed all night. My hands are fumbling with the button of his jeans before my mind even processes what they’re doing, and his are sliding up my thighs to push my dress up to my hips. Before I can finish with his button, he finishes the job for me and reaches into his zipper, pulling himself out. A second later, his hard length is begging entry between my legs, and I want him so badly that I’m surprised I manage to say what I say next.
“Condom,” I pant, my breath leaving in a wintery swirl.
“Lie back,” he breathlessly orders, fishing a condom from his pocket and tearing it open. I watch him roll the rubber on, involuntarily tightening my thighs around his hips in anticipation of what’s to come. His fingers lift to smooth over the thin fabric covering my pert nipples, and then he applies pressure, urging me to lie down.
I can’t believe we’re doing this here, in the middle of a damn parking lot, on some stranger’s truck, but if I don’t get him inside me soon, I’m pretty sure I’m going to do something humiliating like cry and beg for him to fuck me.
And wouldn’t he just love that.
I lie back against the hard metal, fisting Joel’s crisp T-shirt in my hand and tugging him closer. With my hand in his shirt, my legs curled around his hips, and his fingers gripping my waist, he eases inside me in a single long thrust. I feel every inch of him drive its way inside me as the moan that escapes my lips penetrates the night sky.
He’s thrusting in and out of me at an overwhelming pace when I hear a group of people talking. I quickly push myself up to search for the sound, and Joel stops moving, but the group continues walking and never sees us. He starts moving inside me again, slower now, but my mind remains elsewhere until he tugs the top of my strapless dress down under my breasts, exposing my already firm nipples to the icy air. They’re extra pink from the cold, and when he caresses them with the warm pads of his thumbs, I have to bite my lip between my teeth to keep from whimpering. It feels so good that, when he removes one of his hands, I almost beg him to keep touching me. Instead, he circles his arm behind my back to hold me in place as he leans forward and closes his burning hot lips around a chilled pink tip. My head falls back and my fingers weave into his stiff hair, silently demanding that he never stop what he’s doing with his tongue regardless of who might see us.
His hips never break pace as he teases one nipple and then the other, frying every neuron in my brain. With his spikes and stubble pricking my palm, I urge him to take his fill, pulsing around him and feeling like I’m about to shatter into pieces. His tongue flicks over the pink peak he’s
I reach down and rub him outside of his jeans, which probably gets me even more turned on than it gets him. He moans low in his throat and impatiently tugs me away from the door so he can pull it open.
“Fuck,” he complains when it doesn’t budge. He yanks on it again, but still it doesn’t move.
I’m so frustrated, I want to scream. Instead, I manage to simply say, “You don’t have a key?”
“Not on me.” He looks around the deserted parking lot until he spots something that makes the corner of his mouth tug up, and then he grabs my hand and tows me across the lot. There are tons of cars, but everyone is inside for the headlining band, so I’m not worried when Joel pulls down the tailgate of a random black truck that I’m sure doesn’t belong to anyone he knows.
I barely have time to squeal in surprise when he wraps his hands around my waist and effortlessly lifts me onto it. He steps between my knees, buries his fingers in my hair, and pulls me to his mouth again, kissing me like I’ve wanted to be kissed all night. My hands are fumbling with the button of his jeans before my mind even processes what they’re doing, and his are sliding up my thighs to push my dress up to my hips. Before I can finish with his button, he finishes the job for me and reaches into his zipper, pulling himself out. A second later, his hard length is begging entry between my legs, and I want him so badly that I’m surprised I manage to say what I say next.
“Condom,” I pant, my breath leaving in a wintery swirl.
“Lie back,” he breathlessly orders, fishing a condom from his pocket and tearing it open. I watch him roll the rubber on, involuntarily tightening my thighs around his hips in anticipation of what’s to come. His fingers lift to smooth over the thin fabric covering my pert nipples, and then he applies pressure, urging me to lie down.
I can’t believe we’re doing this here, in the middle of a damn parking lot, on some stranger’s truck, but if I don’t get him inside me soon, I’m pretty sure I’m going to do something humiliating like cry and beg for him to fuck me.
And wouldn’t he just love that.
I lie back against the hard metal, fisting Joel’s crisp T-shirt in my hand and tugging him closer. With my hand in his shirt, my legs curled around his hips, and his fingers gripping my waist, he eases inside me in a single long thrust. I feel every inch of him drive its way inside me as the moan that escapes my lips penetrates the night sky.
He’s thrusting in and out of me at an overwhelming pace when I hear a group of people talking. I quickly push myself up to search for the sound, and Joel stops moving, but the group continues walking and never sees us. He starts moving inside me again, slower now, but my mind remains elsewhere until he tugs the top of my strapless dress down under my breasts, exposing my already firm nipples to the icy air. They’re extra pink from the cold, and when he caresses them with the warm pads of his thumbs, I have to bite my lip between my teeth to keep from whimpering. It feels so good that, when he removes one of his hands, I almost beg him to keep touching me. Instead, he circles his arm behind my back to hold me in place as he leans forward and closes his burning hot lips around a chilled pink tip. My head falls back and my fingers weave into his stiff hair, silently demanding that he never stop what he’s doing with his tongue regardless of who might see us.
His hips never break pace as he teases one nipple and then the other, frying every neuron in my brain. With his spikes and stubble pricking my palm, I urge him to take his fill, pulsing around him and feeling like I’m about to shatter into pieces. His tongue flicks over the pink peak he’s