“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Actually, it’s kind of cute, seeing you jealous like that.”
I ducked my head and then glanced toward the backseat. Then, I looked out toward the rain, undecided.
“Come on,” Trethan said. “Maybe a distraction is just what you need.”
“We’re stuck out in a storm, and you’re thinking of sex?” I asked incredulously.
He shrugged
and grinned over at me. “Like I said, it might be a good distraction.” He traced his hand up the inside of my leg. “Get you all nice and squirming in the dark of the backseat. Wear you out with a good orgasm or two. Maybe three, if you’re really lucky. By the time I’m through with you, the storm should be far away from us.”
I giggled a little and shook my head. “You really think you can do that to me?”
“I wouldn’t suggest it if I had any doubt,” Trethan said, a devilish glint in his eye. “Come on.”
I shook my head, still giggling softly. “All right, all right,” I said, moving into the backseat. “I’ve actually never done this. Sex in a car.”
“Good,” he growled as he climbed back and joined me. “At least I get some of your firsts.”
I blushed, but there was something that felt right about being able to give him one of my firsts. Even if that first was here, in the backseat of his truck, with lightning flashing all around us.
The lightning was the perfect counterpoint to the jolts of heat sparking through my body as Trethan pulled me close beneath the warm, blankets, pushing his calloused fingers up beneath my dress, pushing it off over my head even before we’d really begun.
I fumbled just as eagerly at the buttons on his shirt. He kissed me heatedly, his tongue pressing into my mouth, making me mewl and cling to him.
A large clap of thunder boomed directly overhead. I screamed and jumped, burying my face against Trethan’s neck.
“Easy,” he murmured, his hand stroking soothing lines up my back. “You’re all right. I’ve got you.”
“Sorry,” I stammered, knowing he must think I was an idiot.
“We’ve all got irrational fears,” he said.
“What’s yours?” I asked curiously.
He paused for a moment and then smirked. He bent me back over the seat, climbing on top of me and shedding his clothing. “Having a hot girl in the back of my truck,” he murmured against my skin as he trailed kisses along my jawline, “and not getting her off.”
I moaned wantonly at that. My head fell back to allow him better access to the soft skin at the base of my neck. He nipped lightly at it and then, in one fluid movement, thrust his fingers inside of me.
I’d been playing with myself more and more since he and I had started whatever this was. It seemed that I could hardly go a day without touching myself, without getting myself off. Otherwise, if I didn’t allow myself that release, I couldn’t seem to focus on anything, and when I laid down at night, I was too keyed up to sleep.
But this felt nothing like when I teased myself with my own fingers.
It wasn’t just the girth of his digits in comparison to mine, and it wasn’t just the ruthless way he pushed them inside of me.
He wasn’t patient the way I normally was. He didn’t give me time to adjust. Instead, he kept things just on this side of too much. And, it felt wonderful.
I shivered and rocked against him, fighting a hand down between us so I could grasp his prick, giving it a few uncoordinated strokes. I giggled a little. “I’m not good at multitasking,” I confessed.
Trethan growled and pulled away, lining his tip against my opening and then pushing inside. It was that quick action, that lack of preparedness that left me breathless, already almost at the brink of coming. I fell bonelessly against the seat of the truck, mouth open in a silent gasp, fingers digging into his biceps. Then, I began to rock into his thrusts, angling my hips so that he consistently hit the bundle of nerves inside of me.
I cried out in unison with the next clap of thunder, unable to keep silent. “Oh, Trethan,” I sobbed. “Please. Please, please, please.”
“What do you want?” he asked, his voice deep.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
He grinned crookedly down at me. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, lightly cupping my cheek, the tenderness a juxtaposition to the way he pounded into me.