Ignoring my question, she shifted slightly, her new position enough to reveal her clit now. “I wasn’t sure you’d like them, but now that I know, well, they come in other colors, too.”
These were red. A red cast on her arm, red satin nighties, red lace, red crotchless panties…
“I like red,” I croaked, clearing my throat. “Then again, I think I’d like them in any color.”
Her responding laugh was as strained as the words I’d just spoken. “Noted.”
Moving my hand so that the palm was facing upward, I skimmed my middle finger between her folds, groaning at how wet she was.
Willing myself to get some control back, I took a deep breath in and let it out, at around the same time that I hit her entrance. Torn between watching her face and watching what I was doing still, I slowly pushed my finger inside her, groaning at how tight and slick she was as she clenched down on it.
“Garrett, I feel like I’m gonna explode.”
And this was a problem why? “Do it. I want to feel you come, Tamsin.”
Her hips shifted restlessly as I moved the digit in and out of her, adding a second one when she least expected it.
“Your upholstery…”
I was so entranced by what I was doing and feeling that the words went straight over my head, and my usual OCD with the interior of my truck went to shit. All that mattered was her coming, now.
So, feeling the rough patch inside her, I started rubbing it with the two fingers while circling her clit with the rough pad of my thumb. She was so slick that I could see it on my fingers when I moved them in and out of her. Not even her grabbing my wrist and digging her nails into the skin could tear my attention away from the sight, it just showed me I was doing it right.
“Garrett,” she whimpered, her leg starting to tremble under my free hand.
Not even thinking twice about it, I removed my hand and hit the button to lower the back of my chair until it was all the way reclined. Just as I brought my hand back to her, she gasped, and her walls clenched down tightly around my fingers at the same time as her nails dug painfully into me.
There wasn’t a more beautiful sight than Tamsin coming.
And I wanted her to do it again.
With her body still riding the high, I picked her up by her waist and lay down on the chair, lifting her so that her core was right over my mouth, and then stuck my tongue inside her, groaning at the taste that hit me immediately.
I don’t know if what I was doing extended her orgasm or made her come again, but her thighs tensed either side of my head, and she moaned loudly.
Licking up to her clit, I sucked on it as I undid my belt and lowered my zip, freeing my aching cock from my jeans. As soon as I had my boxers pulled down enough, I lifted her again and then lowered her down my body so that she was directly over it.
She managed to regain some cognitive functions because she moved my hand aside and shifted slightly so that the tip was notched in her entrance, and then rolled her hips and sank a couple of inches down the length.
It felt like a hot, tight, silky, wet fist was gripping me as she raised slightly and then lowered back down again, taking me deeper this time.
“Holy fuck,” I rasped, bunching her dress in both hands and raising it so that I could watch what was happening.
Even with the glow from the dash the only thing lighting up the truck, I could see clearly how wet my dick was when she raised up it each time. I wasn’t a fan of the word glistening, but swear to God, that’s the only way I could describe it.
When she’d taken all of me, she stopped and ground down into me, shuddering when her sensitive clit met the hair above my cock.
Seeing how close to the edge she was again, I skimmed my hand up her thigh and once again engaged my thumb on her clit, alternating the pressure I was using on it. Every time I pressed down, she’d groan and grind down into me, but when I lightened it, she’d whimper and shudder, like she was still getting off on it. It was fucking beautiful.
I could feel each clench and twitch of her silky walls, and it took everything inside me not to come before she did.
But then she ground down into me at the same time as I rubbed harder on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and with a muted cry, she came. The feeling of her coming while I was moving in and out of her was enough to trigger my own release, shattering the control I’d been holding onto by a thread.
Pulling her upper body down so that she was pressed against me, I kissed her and groaned my orgasm into her mouth. Each clench of her got a corresponding pulse from me in return as I kissed her furiously.
It wasn’t until I shoved my face in her neck, panting as I inhaled her scent with each breath, that I realized what was different.
“Fuck!”
Trying to push up against the hand that was holding her down, she asked breathlessly, “What? What’s wrong?”
Unable to stop myself from doing it, I ground my dick into her as I revealed our monumental fuck up. “No condom.”
Thumping her head gently down on my shoulder twice, she let out a little growl. “I’m on the pill to regulate my periods, and I’m cleaner than the inside of your car is… was.”
I winced at the comparison. I was terrible when it came to keeping my vehicle clean, even going as far as using antibacterial shit I’d found online on cotton buds to clean the stitching. I blamed the military for starting it and my new job for continuing it. With the things I’d seen and heard about…
Still.
“I’m clean, pretty girl. I haven’t been with anyone since I moved here, and I had to have a physical to join P.V.P.D.”
This time when she pushed up against my hand, I let her straighten up, and in the lighting from the dash, I saw how flushed she was and how unfocused her eyes still looked. Not gonna lie, it did a lot to me to know I was responsible for making her look like that.
“Awesome,” she breathed. “Now we’ve got that part of the awkward out of the way, I need to ask you if you’ve got a hoodie or towel in the car.”
Frowning, I ran my hands up her arms to see if she was freezing, but she seemed kind of warm to me. “Why?”
Chewing on her lower lip, she avoided eye contact with me and focused on my shoulder instead. “Uh, well, you’re kind of anal about your truck, and, well…” she trailed off and stayed silent for a moment. Just when I was about to ask what the fuck was going on, she drew in a deep breath.
“Okay, so gravity works in the way of what goes up must come down, right?” When I nodded, she ground down against me, almost making my eyes roll into the back of my head with how sensitive I still was. “Well, think about why that might be an issue for me right now.”
It took a moment seeing as how my brain was still slightly fried, but when it hit me, I almost opened the door and jumped out with her in my arms. Actually, I did get us both out of the truck, me still inside her, but I did it at a slower rate than a jump.
Carefully pulling out of her, I gave her a soft kiss and then moved to the back row and pulled out a t-shirt I had in there for emergencies. I’d been caught in the rain with a blown-out tire before, and driving while drenched was hell.
What had also occurred to me when my brain had come back online while I was trying to figure out what Tamsin was talking about was how fucking stupid I’d been to do this while we were out in the open. I hadn’t even considered the fact that Gjorka or one of his men could’ve found us while I was inside her. Hell, they could’ve come to the window with a gun pointed at my head, and I doubt I’d have noticed, and that was fucked up.