Keys in a shaky hand, she started the truck as he slid across the seat next to her. She bit her lip as the truck rolled out of the parking spot toward the road. Shooting him a shocked glance as she felt him unzip her jeans, she opened her mouth to protest.
“Uh-huh, just drive,” Jack whispered in her ear. “I want you on the edge. I’m gonna keep you there until we get home. Slow and easy now.”
“This isn’t safe.” Gillian rocked into his caress as his fingers inched beneath the confines of denim, her pussy a quivering bundle of nerves and flesh.
“Fuck safe,” Jack hissed. “Think hot instead.”
Jack’s fingers slipped beneath the lace of her panties, stroking the swollen flesh. Gillian felt her face heat at his low, crude description of what he felt. “Damn you’re wet and hot.”
Want bled into need into a careless, reckless insatiable desire, and she put more pressure on the gas. Whipping into his drive, the truck had barely stopped rocking before she was turning to him.
“My turn.”
Gillian straddled Jack and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips hovered inches above his, just close enough to feel his breath. Her fingers threaded through his hair, tangling in the dark strands as she pulled his head back. His groan of pleasure and pain shot right through her.
She freed one hand and reached under the fabric of her shirt for the front clasp of her bra. Unhooking it, she shimmied, pulling it off. She stretched the lace and slid it over his eyes, teasing him as she dragged it across his face. “Let’s see how you like not seeing. Feel it, hon, the heat of my skin on lace. Does it feel good? Can you feel it around your cock?”
“I want you.” Eyes closed, Jack arched into her, his dick pressing against her. “I want in you. Need to feel your pussy around my cock, milking me.”
“Yes.” Gillian rolled her hips and guided his hands to the waist of her pants. “Take them off. I want to be naked.”
Jack grunted, his fingers making short work of the zipper. He pushed the waistband over her hips as best he could before she rose on her knees. With a strangled grunt of protest, she wiggled until he could get her jeans over her ass. Letting him push them down, he ground up, the rasp of denim on her leg harsh. She kicked the leg off and settled back on his lap. Gillian slid her shirt off, rolled it up into a strip, and placed it over his eyes. Tying it behind his head, she leaned forward. “This okay?”
“Ooh yeah.” Jack rested his hands on her hips, guiding the slow grind she had going. Each bump against her clit sent shards of pleasure through her. She slid her hands between them, undoing the zipper and snap of his jeans and freeing his shaft. Wrapping her hand around it, she stroked him.
“Harder, go harder. Fuck Gillian, I want in you so bad.” Raspy, his plea reached through the pleasure.
Gillian gasped and lurched against him. “Yes, please.” She leaned forward and tensed when he grabbed her waist. “What?”
Jack smiled, trailing his fingers down her flank to the elastic edge of her panties. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips when his fingers slid into the moisture. Two fingers entered her, thrusting upward gently before he withdrew and pulled her panties out of the way. She licked her lips hungrily as he freed his length before sitting back.
Hands gripping the back of the seat, she leaned forward, her breath left her in a hiss as he slid into her, stretching her. She eased down his length and shuddered at the too-tight feeling. The cab was filled with their groans as they thrust together. Rolling, pitching, hips slapping against each other, Gillian couldn’t stop the building tension until the coil snapped. Screaming, her hands locked on the back of the seat, she rode the white-hot waves. Throb after throb raced through her, her pussy clenching around his cock. She could feel every ounce of his pleasure, the burst of his seed against her womb.
“You want to go inside now?” Jack’s soft whisper drew a shudder as she struggled to gather her composure.
“Mm, tired. Want to sleep,” Gillian purred.
“Later, baby.” Jack chuckled. “Something in the house for you. Including a nice, soft, king-sized bed. With posters, and silk sheets, and pillows…”
“And a naked you.” Gillian giggled as she tugged her shirt free from his head, wrapped it around her shoulders, and rolled. She grimaced at the cold air on her nether regions before Jack gave her a short, brutal kiss. He tugged his jeans up, buttoning them before grabbing her hand.
Disheveled, tousled, they darted into the house laughing. Gillian hurried toward the bathroom, the evidence of their activities running down her thighs. The light flipped on as she hurried toward the shower.
“Gilli, baby, before you get in the shower, I need to ask you something.” Jack lounged against the door frame.
She pushed her glasses higher on her nose and stared at him. “Oh?”
“I hope you know I love you, because I do.” The sexy little grin was back. “So, I have an offer I hope you can’t refuse.”
Gillian laughed softly as she walked across the room to tug his clothes loose. She unbuttoned his jeans and met his gaze. “How can I possibly refuse any offer you make?”
“Marry me.”
Gillian froze, her eyes widening. “What?”
“Marry me, Gilli. I’m offering forever.”
Gillian stared at him for a few seconds. The hope in his eyes echoed within her. Inhaling, she noted the way he tensed. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.” Gillian giggled, tearfully. “I love you.” She clung to him and laughed as he spun her around. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, she wallowed in the warmth, the freedom in her fireman’s arms. Forever had never looked so good.
The End
About the Author
Born in a small northern community, Elise Whyles is the middle
