The halogen security lights along the roof of the building illuminating the rear parking area caused shadows in her station wagon. Even with the pockets of darkness, he could see her chewing on her bottom lip.
The age thing was going to bother her. He could lie about his age or he could just tell her the truth and hope she didn’t order him out of her car, leaving him with an unrelieved hard-on.
He forced a breath out through his nostrils, reached up and thumbed her lip free from between her teeth. “Promised I’d make you forget where we are. Now need a promise from you.”
Her throat visibly rolled as she swallowed hard. “Okay.”
“If I tell you, it ain’t gonna change a thing.”
She nodded but didn’t answer.
That wasn’t good enough. “Need to hear it, Chelle.”
“Okay,” she said softly.
That had to be good enough. “Turned thirty a few weeks ago.”
She didn’t say anything for the longest time, but she didn’t have to. He saw it in her face. The conflict. The struggle. What he feared.
“We’re just fuckin’, Chelle, that’s it. Nobody gotta know shit if it bothers you. Your girls don’t gotta know. My brothers don’t gotta know. Nobody. You teach me to read. I help you paint. The other shit is for us, between us. Our business, no one else’s. I want you. Wanna eat you out ‘til you beg me to fuck you, then gonna fuck you ‘til you beg me to stop. In that time between, you’re gonna come and gonna come hard. And I’m gonna love every goddamn minute of it. ‘Cause I wanna please you and me pleasin’ you is gonna get me off. You got that?”
He didn’t know how many words he fucked up in that long spiel, but he didn’t give a fuck and as long as she got where he was going, that was all that mattered.
She breathed out a shaky, “Yes.”
She got where he was going. Thank fuck. “Good.”
“Let me tell you something, too. You saying that... All of that... With as slowly and deliberately as you speak... That was...” A shuddered breath slipped from between her lips.
“What?”
“That was like foreplay. If I haven’t soaked your jeans yet, I will soon.”
“Fuck yeah,” he whispered.
Too many questions or not, he could fall for this fucking woman.
He’d never done it before, never thought he would, but Chelle could be the one to prove him wrong.
“I never thought I’d be a cougar.”
“You’re the right kinda pussy for me and I’m about to make that kitty purr.”
Her fingers gripped his chin. “I’ve always been a romantic at heart but let me tell you, what you’re saying is a lot more effective than sappy poetry.”
“We done talkin’ yet?” Because he was so done talking.
When she took his mouth, he got his answer.
Chapter Thirteen
Chelle loved to kiss and she spent a lot of time doing it. Too much time for him. If she didn’t stop claiming his mouth, he would blow his load in his jeans. Especially since she kept grinding herself against his dick at the same time. Not gently, either. Like she was trying to get off and getting close to doing just that.
That was certainly not fucking helping, but he also hated to discourage it. Problem was, if he lost his shit in his jeans, it would make a goddamn mess and also make for an uncomfortable ride home.
So, yeah, as much as he appreciated her lips on his, their tongues sparring and her soft groans and whimpers filling his mouth, it needed to stop...
Right fucking now.
He twisted his head enough to break the vacuum seal she had on his mouth, dug his fingers into her hips to stop her rocking against him and pressed his forehead to hers in an attempt to settle his shit.
At this point, he wasn’t sure if he’d keep his load in his nuts for the time it would take to make her come with his mouth. But, fuck it, tonight that goal was at the top of his list and he would just have to risk it.
“Clothes off,” he ordered.
“All of them?” Her husky, breathless voice made his dick twang like a door stopper.
Fuck. “Up to you, beautiful.”
A soft hiss escaped her at his nickname for her. She liked it. That meant he’d use it more often.
She quickly scrambled off his lap and flopped onto the seat next to him, kicking off her flip-flops and shimmying out of her leggings. Shade did notice no panties. No wonder she was worried about soaking his jeans.
She didn’t stop there. She yanked her top over her head, and he realized whatever she was wearing had a built-in bra.
Fucking genius.
Only problem with that was, now he wanted to spend a good deal of time sucking her tits and he was sure they were running out of time.
He needed to prioritize.
She balled up her clothes and tucked them behind the seat. “The seats fold down.”
Now she told him, after he already had a plan. If it didn’t work, he’d use that info to resituate.
“You’re still dressed,” she remarked on the obvious.
She was not. The woman was totally naked perched on the back seat of her car.
“Yeah,” he breathed, taking her in.
He wasn’t lying when he called her beautiful. She was more than beautiful but he wasn’t sure there was a name for it.
Oh yeah, he was. It was Chelle.
His mouth began to water as he picked up the scent of her arousal. “Lift up,” he ordered. As soon as she did, he shifted until he was lying on his back, stretched out as much as possible. Which wasn’t enough. The back seat was kind of cramped, forcing him to bend his knees enough to fit. It could still work.
After that, they would do the naked rodeo queen thing.
But first…
He brushed a few hairs out of his face that had escaped the knot he wore when he rode his sled and reached out a hand. “Climb on.” As she began to move, he stopped her. “No, face the other way.”
He knew the exact moment she understood his plan. Her lips rolled under and she didn’t even hesitate.
Yeah, he liked this fucking woman.
With just a few awkward adjustments, with her wet pussy hovering right over his mouth, she began to lower herself. He stopped her again. “Not yet.”
Her scent filled his nostrils and her thighs began to quake as she straddled his head.
Fuck yeah. He tested his theory by sliding a finger between her slick, plump folds.
Fucking soaked.
Dripping even.
She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
When he slid his finger through her again, a little noise escaped the back of her throat, which made the pressure in his balls almost unbearable.
“Do you want me to...” Her fingers fiddled with his belt buckle. He stopped her with a hand on hers before she got too far.
“No.” Christ, her giving him head while he ate her pussy would be his undoing. “’Nother time.”
She might have shivered at the last part.
If she was willing for another time, he was, too. But that wasn’t now, that was later.
Right now, he pulled on her hips, bringing her down just far enough for the tip of his tongue to replace his finger. When her sweet tang touched his taste buds, he closed his eyes and savored it for a moment.