A lot.
“You like the way you taste?” I ask her, my voice sounding more like a low growl.
She releases my finger from her mouth. “I want to know what you taste like.”
Fuck yeah. Let’s go.
“Someday,” she adds shyly.
Okay. Cool. I can work with that.
Addie yanks her shorts back on and climbs over the center console, falling into the passenger seat. I watch in mute fascination as she rids herself of the shorts, until she’s sitting there in nothing but a pair of lacy white panties that look downright virginal, despite her sitting in my 4Runner practically naked.
I grab the phone and check the time—it’s just past ten o’clock. We gotta leave in less than an hour to make her curfew.
Fuck.
“Let’s go to the back seat,” I tell her.
“You mean the back of the car?”
I shake my head. “The back seat. If we go to the back of the car…”
Where there’s more room, we could end up having sex. And stupid me, I didn’t bring a condom.
My friends would be laughing their asses off at me right now.
“Climb over the console,” I tell her, and I get out of the car, keeping the door open, so I can watch her climb over, her heart-shaped ass in the air as she does so. Everything inside of me clenches with need and I’d give anything to get her completely naked but…
No. I can’t. Not yet.
We need to pace ourselves.
I forget all about pacing myself when I get into the back seat to find her sitting there looking like my every wet dream come to life. Her hair tousled and her eyes sleepy. Her lips swollen and her hard nipples on display. Pretty sure that’s a hickey forming on the side of her neck, and I feel a swell of pride, knowing I’m the one who put it there.
We have stumbled head first into this, and it doesn’t scare me at all. Or fill me with wariness.
All I want is more.
More Addie.
We reach for each other, our mouths connecting, our hands everywhere. She smooths her hand down the front of my chest as we kiss, until it rests on my stomach, making the muscles beneath her fingers twitch with need. My erection strains the front of my boxer briefs, demanding to be set free, and I mentally tell it to calm the fuck down.
I whisper her name against her lips when she settles her hand on top of my cock, a few minutes later. Everything inside of me goes completely still, laser focused on where she’s touching me. Anticipating what she might do next.
“I…I really have no idea what I’m doing,” she murmurs, pulling away slightly, so we can look at each other.
I stare at her pretty face, drinking her in. She’s flushed and her eyes are wild. She’s mostly naked and in the back seat of my car, and right now, in this moment, I feel like the luckiest man alive.
“Just—touch me,” I tell her as I press my face against her neck and breathe in her delectable scent. “Like I did to you.”
That’s exactly what she does. She curls her fingers around my length, stroking. Her touch is tentative. Questioning. Pretty sure she can tell by my breathing that I approve. Everything she does, I’m not going to stop her or complain.
I can’t even fucking believe I’m with Addie like this. Wrapped all around me, my mouth fused with hers, her hand on my dick. And when she slips her hand beneath my briefs to actually touch me, damn.
I’m worried I’m going to come all over her fingers in seconds.
I groan into her mouth when her thumb brushes the head. My skin goes tight and that familiar tingly feeling starts at the base of my spine.
I’m already close.
Like a tease, she removes her hand and curls it around my shoulder, pulling me in closer to her. We’re struggling to get closer, and it’s not easy in the back seat of my car, but we’re making it work. Sparks light up my skin every time I brush against her and I want more.
I need more.
Until I’m pulling her on top of me, nothing stopping us or holding us back. She melts against me, her arms wound around my neck, her fingers in my hair—always in my hair, I think she likes it—it’s as if she can’t get enough of me.
I feel the same way.
We kiss and kiss until my jaw aches, but I still don’t stop. She rubs her pussy against my cock, the only barrier between us actually touching skin-to-skin are her lace panties and my cotton boxer briefs.
Fuck. It would be so easy to get rid of them and push inside of her. Just for a second…
Can’t do it. No condom, no actual penetration, I tell myself. I gotta wrap it up. No way can I risk it. This is the girl whose older sister got pregnant when she was in high school.
But I can touch her, which is exactly what I do when I slip my fingers inside her panties to find her still drenched. I slick through all that wetness, rubbing her, making her moan softly against my lips, and she reaches for me too, fumbling for my cock until we’re both straining toward each other.
Exploring each other.
The moment she grips my cock beneath my boxer briefs, I’m done for. A ragged groan leaves me and I’m coming, spilling all over her fingers exactly as I envisioned only a few minutes before. Shudders wrack my body until there’s nothing left and I slump against the seat, breathing so hard, my lungs hurt. My heart thumps. My head swims.
Addie’s fingers are still curled around my semi-deflated cock.
“Um…I guess you liked that,” she murmurs, as she carefully removes her hand and falls onto the seat beside me.
I crack my eyes open to watch her glance around, her fingers coated in cum. Leaning forward, I find a couple of napkins in the seat pocket and hand them to her, feeling…
Embarrassed?
I shouldn’t feel that way. I care about this girl more than I ever realized. What we just shared…
Was something I’ve never experienced before.
She cleans her hand and tosses the wadded-up napkins on the floorboard before she settles right next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. We sit with each other in silence, our breathing slowly returning to normal, a little shiver moving through me here and there. She turns her head and presses her mouth to my shoulder before she glances up, watching me. I turn to look at her, noting the smile on her face. The way her eyes sparkle.
“I guess we like each other,” she whispers.
I cup her cheek, staring into her dark blue eyes. “Guess we do.”
Her laughter is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. “I can’t believe that just—happened.”
I lean down to kiss her, my lips lingering on hers. “Any regrets?”
“Oh my God, no.” She moves her lips over mine, breathing into me before she slowly pulls away. “I just hope you don’t think we’re moving too fast.”
“I hope you don’t think I’m moving too fast.” I smooth my thumb across her cheek, savoring her velvety soft skin.
She shakes her head, her gaze never straying from mine. “I think we’ve wasted a lot of time.”
“Yeah.” I smile at her, my heart cracking wide open, my feelings for her spilling everywhere. “Let’s not waste any more time, okay?”
“Okay,” she whispers. “I should—probably get dressed. I need to get home.”
“Same.”
We pull our clothes back on, and I get behind the wheel, checking my phone. It’s a little after eleven, and when I tell Addie that, her expression shifts into full-blown panic.