His eyes are on the road, but his fingers are gripping the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. His jaw is flexing, and the anticipation is killing me. If he doesn’t do something soon, I am going to freak out and close my legs. Just as shame begins to rise in my chest, his arm stretches across and he places his hand on my leg. Slowly, he slides it up, until his fingers brush against my bare pussy.
I whimper.
He hisses again.
Then he keeps going. His fingers slide gently into my folds, just skimming the outside of my clit.
“So fuckin’ sweet, smooth, fuck...incredible.”
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, shifting so my bottom slides further forward.
“I don’t plan on fuckin’ stopping. Not unless it’s to bend you over the back of this truck and fuck you until you’re screamin’ my name.”
“Oh God,” I rasp.
He slides his fingers in deep, stroking them across my hardening clit. He groans, and moves them lower, finding my wet entrance.
“Already so wet. I wouldn’t even have to prepare you. Fuck baby, the temptation...”
“Why are you holding back?” I moan as he slides his finger back up and begins rubbing my clit.
“Because you matter,” he grinds out. “And you don’t deserve to be bent over the back of a truck and fucked.”
“Maybe you don’t know me,” I cry out, feeling pleasure tighten my womb. I’m desperate; my body is greedy, and I want to feel him inside me. “Maybe I want to be fucked.”
“Fuck, Jaybird, you’re killin’ me.”
He started calling me Jaybird a few weeks ago, deciding that since he had an awesome nickname, I needed one too. I am grateful he didn’t pick one to match his. I don’t want to know what the female version of Muff would be.
“I want you Muff, I’ve wanted you for months now. I’m tired of holding back. I want you inside me, and I want it now.”
Suddenly, the brakes screech on and he pulls the truck over to the side and down a dirt road. We bump down it, disappearing from the rest of the group. When we’re a fair way down, he stops the truck and turns to me, gripping my knees and raising them. Then he unclips my seatbelt and spins me around so my pussy is facing him, and one knee is on the compartment box, the other resting on the dash. He rips off his seatbelt and pulls the door handle, then he kicks it until it swings open. I watch under heavy lids as he adjusts himself and jerks my dress up, gripping my ass, then lowering his mouth.
Oh, God.
His mouth hits my pussy, and against the cool, it’s like molten lava. I’ve heard great things about Muff and his mouth, but I never expected this. His tongue can move at speeds I’m sure most men can’t reach. I can hear his phone ringing beside us, and I’m trying hard not to concentrate on it. He flicks my clit fast, and then he’s sucking it into his mouth, and then he’s licking it, and then he’s biting it. The overwhelming changes have my back arching, and my body on fire for him. I’m about to come, when his phone rings for the third time. He snarls, lifting his mouth off me. I groan desperately.
“What?” he barks down the line as soon as he finds it, and presses it to his ear.
The car falls silent a minute, and the only sound is my deep, ragged breathing.
“I’ll catch up. Just keep fuckin’ driving.”
He removes the phone, and throws it into the back before giving me a heated expression and then lowering his face once more. It doesn’t take long for him to get me on the edge again, my entire body writhing, my back arching, my fingers gripping the seat beneath me. When his finger slides inside my pussy and he finds my sweet spot, I come, and I come with force.
“Muff, oh God, oh my fucking God,” I bellow, shaking as he uses that skilled tongue to get every single tremble out of my body.
He flicks until there is nothing left, and I’m slumped against the seat. He pulls back, looking down at me with lusty eyes, and then he turns and gets out of the car. Is this it? Will we have sex now? I want to—God knows I do. My entire body burns for him. My pussy is thudding, and my breasts are tingling. I don’t doubt the need about to explode within me. I also don’t doubt the nerves fluttering around in my belly. It’s been a long time since a man has wanted me like this.
My door opens, and Muff leans in, gripping me and hurling me out. I don’t get a chance to react; I am soaring out of the car, and then crushed against his chest in seconds. He wraps his arms around me, grips my hair and tilts my head back, and then he brings his lips down over mine. I whimper, as I taste myself on his tongue. My knees tremble and I hold his shoulders, pressing myself against him.
“Goin’ to fuck you now, princess,” he murmurs when he pulls away from my swollen, wet lips.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Bend over the back of my truck.”
He gently brings me to the back of his truck, and he spins me around, pressing my front against the cool black metal. I whimper as he runs his hand up my spine. My skin breaks out in tiny little goosebumps and the back of my neck prickles. God, he’s going to take his time, I know he is, and it’s killing me. When he reaches the top of my spine, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and leans down. “You ready for me, baby?”
“I’m surprised you have to ask,” I whisper.
He chuckles, and uses his other hand to hitch my dress up further. “Sweet-ass little dress you’re wearin’.”