Our mouths crash together again.
Our heads shift, angle deeper.
He fumbles around, opening the back door of his SUV and pushing me inside. I flop down onto the seat. He follows, shutting us both into his vehicle. The second the door closes, we go crazy.
I’m raking my nails over his stomach, lifting his T-shirt over his head while he rips my blouse, sending the buttons flying. He lifts my breasts, peeling down the cups, so they spill into his waiting palms.
He lowers his head, capturing my nipple with his teeth.
I cry out, arching into him as I dig my fingers into his skin.
He sucks the hardened peak deep into his mouth.
I feel the sensation in my bones as I pull him closer.
He’s voracious.
It’s maddening.
With each tug, each deep suck, my pussy tightens, the pressure building.
It’s too fast. Too rushed. But I don’t care; I need him inside me.
“I can’t wait. I want you so bad.” Oh my god, why can’t I stop saying these things? My head falls back against the glass. “I’ve been wet for you all day.”
He releases my nipple with a pop before capturing my mouth in a kiss so brutal my lips will be swollen tomorrow. He slides his palm against my thigh, squeezing along the way before running his fingers over the wet lace between my legs.
He scrapes his teeth along my jaw. “Have you kept your hands to yourself?”
“Yes, I’ve been waiting for you.” Why does my voice sound so needy? So desperate.
He cups my mound with his palm and clasps tight. “I knew we’d end up here.”
“I’m surprised we lasted this long.” I give up any propriety and shamelessly rub against his fingers. “Harder.”
“No,” he whispers in my ear.
He’s been an ache all day. I need release. “Charlie.”
“My name sounds so fucking good on your lips.” His elbow bangs against the seat.
We’re frantic, clumsy in our haste.
Maybe because we know what it’s like, we have a desperation that’s new.
His knee hits something and he growls. Rearing back, he clasps my waist and pulls me up with him.
I immediately catch what he wants as he plants one foot on the floor.
I straddle him.
He sinks down low enough I don’t hit my head on the roof of his truck.
My fingers fly as I unbutton his jeans, sliding down his zipper.
He lifts his hips, helping me along as he digs into his pocket to produce a condom. He rips the foil package with his teeth as I push down his waistband and underwear until his cock springs free.
Our movements are hurried and jerky.