When she tried to wiggle out of his grasp, Nash growled. “Where are you going?”
“I want to touch you. All of you.” Hilary’s hand traveled down his chest.
As she explored his muscles, Nash didn’t move. Her fingers felt like electric brands as she traced the flesh of his hip bones.
“You’re taking too long.”
“What?” Hilary blinked.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
“But you’re so fucking hot. I like looking.”
“Look later.” Nash grabbed the button of his jeans and pulled it through the opening.
Hilary reached down to help him pull at the zipper. Nash’s shaft was long, thick, and hard. She squatted in front of him and ran her tongue down the head of his cock. As she lapped along his rod, Nash shuddered.
With her hand, Hilary stroked slowly up and down his cock and then engulfed the head. Using the tip of her tongue, Hilary rubbed the cleft of the head of his cock while she slid her hand between his thighs. When she reached his balls, she stroked them, and she continued to suck him off.
“Fuck, Hilary, it feels like your trying to eat me alive,” Nash said as he laced his fingers through her hair and pulled some of the strands.
In response, Hilary let his cock pop out of her mouth and spit on the head. The added moisture allowed her to glide his shaft farther down her throat. When she gagged, Hilary pulled up a couple of inches and then repeated the movements over and over.
Nash stiffened and pulled back. “Stop.”
“Why?” Hilary pouted at his feet.
“Because I want to pound my hard cock into your tight pussy. Drop your clothes.”
Hilary visibly shuddered as she followed his command. The warm night air brushed against her body. Her nipples stiffened as his fingers skated along her ribs and cupped her large breasts.
“You are one sweet lady.” Nash bent and flicked his tongue along her puckered nipple and used his fingers to twist and tug on the other one.
“Fuck,” Hilary hissed.
“I want to take you from behind. Grab the track and spread your legs.”
“Yes, please.”
The sight of the rough metal of the track digging into her fingers as she held on to it and spread her legs wide had him ready to explode. Nash used his knees to shift her thighs wider apart. With one hand, he slid his finger along the seam of her lips. “Your pussy is dripping for me.”
“Yes.” Hilary jumped as his fingers thrust deep inside her hole. As he continued to plunge inside her, she mewed at the onslaught. “Please don’t stop. Fuck me with your fingers.”
“No,” Nash growled as he stroked his rod with his other hand and pulled his fingers out of her hole. “That’s not good enough. I want to feel your twat clenching on my cock and milking my semen deep in your pussy.”
“P-please. Do it now. Pound your dick into me.”
Nash placed the head of his cock against her opening and thrust inside. Hilary moaned with each stroke. The hard metal pressed into the flesh of her arms as he shoved harder with each thrust of his strong hips. The only sounds he could hear was the loud suction of her pussy grabbing at his dick as he struggled to maintain his control. Her walls pulled at his rod with each stroke.
Although it was dusk, anyone who drove up would be able to see them, and that realization thrilled Nash. He’d never considered public sex as something he’d be interested in, but he couldn’t wait to find somewhere else to fuck Hilary. Because there would be a next time. And another.
Nash slid his hand over the top of her hip and around her body to rub his finger over her clit. “Spread your legs wider.”
To get her legs wider, Hilary had to lay against the track so she wouldn’t lose her balance. Nash tugged on her clit as he shoved all the way to the hilt. Hilary’s walls clenched as her orgasm neared.
“Fucking cum on me Hilary. I want to feel your pussy clamp down on my dick.” He pounded into her flesh over and over.
“God yes, Nash. I’m coming.” Hilary gasped and moaned as he grabbed her hips with both hands and slammed erratically into her clenching hole.
“Yes,” Nash hissed as he stiffened and shot his jiz deep inside her.
Chapter Five
A couple of days later, Nash smiled as he hammered a nail into the wooden frame. The night before, he’d stayed over at Hilary’s place. The smell of her sex was burned into his memory as he remembered the taste and feel of her swollen lips under his tongue before he finger-fucked her tight hole. He loved how she screamed when she came. Hilary’s enthusiasm fed his soul.
“Nash, we need to talk.”
Nash turned to see Jeff walking toward him. “Hey Boss, what can I help you with?”
The frown on Jeff’s face had his stomach churning. Surely, he didn’t know about him and Hilary. Not that he was going to keep it a secret, but they hadn’t discussed talking about it with anyone else.
Jeff pointed a finger at him. “You should have told me you had a record.”
What the fuck? How could he not know? Nash raised his hands in defense. “I wasn’t hiding it.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Nash saw Hilary walking in their direction. What game was she playing?
“Well, you didn’t put it on your application.”
“Hilary?” Nash’s nostrils flared as he glared at her. He couldn’t believe she would betray him like that. His whole future depended on a legitimate job. Nash didn’t have time to fucking keep looking for another job. Time was ticking.
Hilary blinked back tears. “Jeff. It’s my fault.”
Jeff’s jaw clenched. “You know I don’t hire people with records until they’re off paper.”
“Well, that’s a stupid rule, and this business is part mine.”
“You don’t deserve it. Not if you lie to me. What
