“Up? Or down?” His eyes haze, thick with want and clearly rooting for option number two. My body begs for that as well.
Sitting up to put a few extra inches of space between us, I wrap my hand around his to nudge it lower. Together, we lower the zipper until the sides separate, and I gasp from both the cool air and the release. I lean back until my shoulders touch the steering wheel and hook my thumbs into the band of my sweatpants, tugging them down enough to show that I am mad with want, and give him permission to touch me.
His eyes smolder in the faint light as he drags the edges of both palms up the center of my belly and chest, peeling away the unzipped bra from each of my breasts one at a time. His thumbs rub over my hard nipples as they pass and I arch and moan.
“Fucking goddess,” he says, his voice deep and not shy. He sucks one of his thumbs, coating it in his saliva, then rubs it over one of my raw, pink tips while he reaches behind my back to pull me into him, covering my other breast in his mouth. His teeth grip the tender skin, and his lips wrap around my nipple and suck so hard it burns. He soothes it by blowing on the tender skin, then taking gentle swipes with his tongue.
His hands roam to my back and follow my curves, fingers dipping inside the band of my sweatpants and teasing the tight wrap of my sliding shorts still on underneath. His mouth forms a devilish smile that I can’t help but dust with my curious one.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, peppering his lips with teasing kisses before holding on to his upper lip with my teeth. It pulls free as his smile stretches larger.
“Most girls probably have some sexy little panties on underneath their sweats and you’ve got sliding shorts.” He laughs lightly, but I can tell he’s not laughing at me. Cannon sees me for who I am, and I’ve never wanted to be something I’m not.
“Mizuno sliding shorts are hella sexy,” I boast, rolling my hips.
“Mmm,” he hums, lifting his chin just enough to lock gazes. “That they are.”
His hands run down the taut fabric around my waist until his hands cup my ass and he pulls me snug into him.
“Oh!” My breath hitches at the sudden surge of electricity that jolts my core. Wanting to touch his chest and feel its warmth against mine, I flatten my palms on his stomach and slide them up under his long-sleeved tee and sweatshirt until he helps me remove them the rest of the way.
Cannon holds me close, one hand firm on my butt, the other carving a warm line up my spine until I’m flat against him. His hand continues its path up my neck and into my hair. Hidden behind fogged windows in his pickup parked just out of the glow of a nearby streetlamp, we kiss breathlessly, our mouths finding the perfect fit against one another with each nip and every pass of the tongue.
Friction builds as I rock against him and he pulls me close—tight—my swollen center finding relief, even through the layers, against his hard erection. This could so easily transition into something more, but there’s no sign from Cannon that he expects it, that he needs it. This here, feeling each other like this, it’s enough. For now.
I gasp as he pushes up against me and I hungrily rub against him, both of us chasing a relief that’s eluded us for longer than I realized. Cannon does things to me, makes me feel things, that are somehow more than anything ever before.
“Make me come,” I beg, my bold words dragging a growl from his chest that spills out into a grunt against my neck. The sharp edge of his teeth pierce the skin below my ear as his hips push up into me and his hands hold me to him, anxious fists clutching my tight shorts as he rolls me back and forth in the sweetest rhythm ever.
I look up, feeling the sensation building to the cliff, and his tongue flicks against the base of my neck. He licks up to my chin, then bites at my swollen lower lip, holding me hostage between his teeth as he playfully growls. His hands have pushed inside my shorts, his warm palms melded against my bare skin, fingers moving closer and closer to my desperate center with each rock of my hips until I finally feel the tips of them brush against my soaking wet center.
I break our kiss long enough to meet his gaze and nod, begging for him to continue. “Yes!” The word comes out without my control when his hands reach around me completely, one of his fingers sinking inside of me and pressing against my swollen insides. The quivers come hard and fast, an uncontrollable rush of waves that makes my body convulse and fall into him completely.
“So fucking hot,” he whispers harshly against my ear, his voice strained with his own need to find relief. I sink into him harder, still riding the swell of pleasure from where his finger presses on my insides. I ride the next wave, my own orgasm extended with every touch of Cannon against me. My body is a time bomb of sensations, ready to explode with every touch, and his is near the same. A small whimper from my lips is all it takes to push him over the edge, his eyes fluttering closed, his lips parting in a satisfied groan.
I rock and he flicks his fingers against me until our bodies are drained of feeling, numb from satisfaction, and hot from pleasure. It’s freezing outside this truck but in here it’s an inferno. The thought of how this must look from the outside pushes a giggle out
