“Eli,” I say, my hand moving down.
Somehow, it finds its way to the bulge in his pants, his grip on me tightens.
“You can’t say my name in that tone of voice while you’re grabbing my cock,” he says, sounding absolutely wicked. “You know that, don’t you, Violet?”
“Think of it as a preview,” I say, squeezing.
He shuts his eyes and groans quietly.
“For what’ll happen once you drive me home,” I tease.
“I’ve got tinted windows.”
We kiss, slowly. His hand moves up my leg and I squeeze his cock again.
“The backseat’s pretty big,” he goes on. “I’ve got a tarp I can use to protect your honor if anyone catches us.”
“The words every girl wants to hear,” I tease him, our lips still touching.
He just laughs. He kisses me, his other hand now in my hair, my heart racing.
“I’ll put it over us,” he goes on. “Anyone who looks in will just think I’ve got some dogs under there.”
I can’t help but laugh, even as he presses himself against me, so hard I can feel the ridge around the head of his cock through his pants.
“I don’t know how I can refuse an offer like that,” I say.
Eli swipes one finger under my panties and along my swollen lips, his tongue curling into my mouth.
“Doesn’t feel like you want to,” he teases.
My fingers find the zipper on his pants. His thumb flicks past my clit and I gasp, my whole body going rigid.
Just do it right here, I think. Bend over the passenger seat, hike up your skirt and maybe no one will notice.
Apparently, I’m so horny I’ve lost my mind.
“Eli,” I growl, taking my hand from his cock.
“Say it again.”
I clear my throat, pull back.
“Eli.”
I grab his wrist, pull his hand out from under my skirt.
“I like the way my name sounds in your mouth,” he teases.
Behind him, a door slams. I stand bolt upright, pushing at Eli’s chest. He glances over his shoulder casually.
The other couple from the restaurant are walking through the parking lot, toward another car, parked at the far end. I take the chance to recollect my senses and tug my skirt down. Eli pulls away. I hop into the passenger seat, and he stands next to me, one hand on the doorframe, every muscle in his arm called into high definition.
“You sure you’re passing up the tarp in the back seat?” he asks.
“Positive,” I say.
I lean back against the seat.
“You taking me home or what?” I ask, as sweetly as I can.
He leans in to kiss me one more time, but that’s all he does.
“Fast as I can,” he says, and shuts the door.Chapter Twenty-EightEliWe don’t make it past her kitchen table. We don’t even get our clothes all the way off, because for the whole twenty-five minute drive I’m glancing over at her and she’s laughing, teasing me, the hem of her skirt a fraction of an inch higher every time I look.
The moment I pull into her driveway she leans over, kisses me, grabs my cock with one hand. I nearly explode right there in front of her house, in full view of the entire trailer park.
It’s hard and fast, her skirt pushed up over her hips, her shirt unbuttoned. I don’t even get my pants up before she’s bent over the table and I’m rolling on a condom.
But it’s good. It’s so fucking good that the rest of the world may as well cease to exist, because it feels like there’s nothing but me and Violet and this kitchen table, two bodies somehow made to fit together like like clockwork.
Violet’s a revelation. Every single time we kiss it feels brand new, like I’ve never been kissed before. Every time we touch, her skin is electric. I want her like I’ve never wanted anyone. I haven’t been a virgin for a long time, but she makes me feel like one.
It feels almost like a cosmic joke, that we’re so physically compatible.
If only we never had to talk, we’d be the perfect couple.
I come buried deep inside her. I pull her hair, her head drops back as she moans my name, back arched, my other hand pinching a nipple while her pussy is still fluttering and clenching around me. Violet rocks back against me like she still wants more.
“I like it when you come that hard,” I murmur in her ear.
I soften my grip on her hair, suddenly aware that I could hurt her. She turns her head, takes me by the back of my neck.
“I like it when you fuck that hard,” she says.
I lean over and kiss her. The angle’s awkward, but I couldn’t care less right now.
“Who are you?” I ask between kisses. “And where the fuck is Violet, who would never say that?”
She laughs, her her nose grazing my cheek.
“What, that I like fucking?”