“What’re you?—”
“Nocturnal Pizza,” a bored voice said. “What can I get ya?”
I stopped breathing entirely, too aware of his touch to think. Duke raised his brows, eyes flicking to the phone in my hand as he pushed the fabric aside and caressed my center. “Order,” he mouthed.
“Hello?” the young woman asked. “Billy, if this is you, I’m calling your mom. The whole heavy breathing thing is weird.”
“S-sorry,” I stammered, looking straight ahead. I couldn’t stare at him, or else I’d lose track of every semi-coherent thought in my brain. “Must’ve lost signal. I need to place an order for pick-up.”
“Okay… What do you want?”
“C-Can I get a large pepperoni, a large cheese, a medium Hawaiian, and a medium supreme?” I rushed out just as Duke pressed a single finger inside of me. “Shit,” I cursed.
“No olives,” he whispered. There was no hiding the smirk on his face as I turned to face him. He was thoroughly enjoying himself.
“Oh, and no o-olives,” I hurried.
Duke’s pace was leisurely. Like fingering me in the truck while I was on the phone with some unassuming cashier was a totally casual thing for someone to do. I tried my best to stifle my low moans as the woman prattled on about extras and dipping sauces, but I lost that battle as Duke added another finger.
“Shit.” It came out as more of a low whine, and I threw my hand over my mouth to stop whatever might come out next.
“And do you want to try our Reaper challenge?” she asked. “It’s free. You just tell us which pizza you want it on and we’ll handle the rest.”
I circled my hips as Duke kept his unrelenting pace. Each thrust of his fingers sent me higher, but it wasn’t enough to get me there entirely. Now that we’d spent the last week worshipping each other’s bodies, I realized that while I loved the feeling of being stretched, I needed the clitoral stimulation to truly push me over the edge.
Which was why Duke seemed keen on touching every part of me, save the one I wanted most.
I whined as he rested the heel of his palm on the outside of my shorts, pressing hard enough for me to know it was there. Every time I got close, he’d take it away.
“Please,” I panted, talking to both at the same time.
“You have to tell me which one,” the woman deadpanned. “Or I guess I could add it to all of them if you really wanted me?—”
“No! Sorry. The Hawaiian, please.” The sound of my arousal was steadily filling the cab, no longer muffled by the fabric covering my lower half. Duke pulled my shorts and underwear to the side, exposing me to the cool air as he fucked me relentlessly.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever been so turned on in my life. Here we were, messing around like two young kids with their lives ahead of us, not the two-grown ass adults we were. Even when I was younger, I never got to experience that “can’t get enough of you”kind of excitement.
“‘Kay. Be ready in twenty. You’ll have to come in and get it. The drive-thru window is broken.”
The moment the call clicked off, Duke pulled over on the side of the road. He withdrew his hand as I scrambled to undo my seatbelt. I paused as he brought his fingers to his lips, catching the sight of my arousal in the moonlight. And then he slowly licked them clean of any evidence.
“I swear to god, if you don’t fuck me?—”
He flipped the console up, and I made quick work of my shorts and underwear. I straddled his legs, feeling the hardness beneath his jeans. My fingers worked quickly to undo his belt and tug down his zipper.
“I can’t wait,” he growled. “Need to be inside you. Need to make you come. Need to fill you up.”
I wanted that, too. Needed it more than anything in my life. His very touch had set my body on fire.
Duke lifted his hips as I tugged down the fabric separating us. Without preamble or pause, I slid onto his cock. He captured my mouth in a fierce kiss as we let out whimpers of mindless need.
“Fuck, honey,” he gasped as I rolled my hips. “Fuck. Just like that.”
There was nothing tender about this moment. No sweet whispers or tender caresses. I’d have bruises tomorrow along my hips where he grabbed me. Yet, somehow, we still felt closer than any two people had a right to be.
Each shared breath, each pathetic whimper, each garbled curse was like a language of our own. Neither of us had to direct the other on what we liked. It was instinct. It was perfect.
“Duke, I’m so close,” I panted, digging my fingers into his neck. The cab of the truck was completely fogged up now. While it offered us a semblance of privacy, it was fake. Anyone who drove by would know what we were doing, made only more obvious as I dragged my hand through the condensation and left a desperate mark behind.