Page 15 of As if I Wouldn't Fall
“Actually, I might,” I respond, trying to sound normal and not like my hormones are ziplining across my stomach. “I went to my cousin’s peewee football game a couple of months ago. It was early in the morning and I knew I’d get cold.”
He stares forward for a beat, his mouth twitching. “I like the image of you sitting on the bleachers wrapped in a blanket like a burrito.”
“I wouldn’t have needed a blanket if you were there,” I say breathlessly. “You’d have kept me warm.”
As soon as those words are out of my mouth, I want to die from embarrassment. I flush clear to my hairline, wishing I knew how to be cool for five seconds. Honestly, I sound like someone from a corny, old black and white movie.
“Ayla.”
I can’t look at him. “Yes?”
“Say more shit like that.” He reaches across the center of the car and cups my cheek, brushing his thumb along my bottom lip. “I mean it. Say that shit all the time. When there’s a thought in your head, just trust that I want to hear it.”
Warmth runs through my midsection, then erupts into a swarm of butterflies. “Okay.”
His thumb presses gently to the center of my lower lip, tugs it down and his gravelly growl fills the interior of the car. “What am I going to do about this mouth?” he murmurs.
Kiss it. Please.
“Say it out loud for me, Ayla.”
“Sorry,” I whisper, unlatching my seat belt. “Kiss it. Please.”
Flynt seems almost pained by my request. Like it’s too much. Too overwhelming. Long moments pass while he leans back, adjusting himself in his jeans. And then he pulls the lever on the driver’s side seat to put some extra distance between his big body and the steering wheel. Before I can prepare myself, he’s lifting me off the passenger seat and dropping me down onto his lap in a straddle position and…and…
Flynt’s head falls back and he moans loudly, his prominent jaw going slack.
I cry out. Wiggle closer, my movements desperate.
That first downward press of my sex on top of his erection is mind blowing. My panties rasp against the denim ridge as I shift my hips, testing the friction and immediately, I have to stop. It’s too good. From this position, gravity allows me to find so much pleasure. I tilt my hips and grind a little, my breath releasing in a hot rush when Flynt’s hands slide into my panties and take tight hold of my backside, rocking me as we pant against one another’s mouths.
“Is this how we’re going to…do it?” I ask, rubbing my cheek against his bristled jaw.
“Maybe.” He sips at my upper lip, his eyes glittering with something I recognize as obsession. And it doesn’t scare me like maybe it should. “But not until the second or third time. I want control the first time I’m between your legs. I’ve been waiting too long only to end up at the mercy of your hips.” He slides a finger beneath the strap of my tank top, easing it over the curve of my shoulder and down my arm until my left breast is exposed to the morning light.
His chest shudders violently.
“Your tits grew so much during the summer between freshman and sophomore year,” he murmurs, his finger circling my nipple until it’s pouty and distended. “I had to jerk off in the bathroom every day between first and second period.”
“Y-you did?”
“It drives me crazy that you’re surprised.” He yanks down the opposite strap with a lot less patience than the first time, biting down hard on his lip at the sight of both breasts at once. “You skip down the hallway without a bra, not a care in the world, these precious things bouncing around like you’re being fucked. And you wonder why you need a bodyguard.”
I’m half delirious already, staring at his mouth. Watching it move and listening to the gruff words coming out of it like I’m hypnotized. Maybe I am.
“Bras are uncomfortable.”
“Oh yeah? So is an erection in public.”
I giggle against his mouth. “Sorry.”
He lifts his hands and closes them around my breasts, his expression worshipful. “As soon as I feel that cherry burst…” He strums my nipples. “All will be forgiven.”
He’s so hard, so thick against my panties that I’m compelled to ride him, my hands coming to rest on the back of the driver’s seat, my hips slowly grinding up and back. The combination of the friction between my legs and the electrified tingles he’s creating by fondling my nipples is blanketing my vision in some kind of mist that makes this feel dreamlike. A fantasy. And that feeling makes me buck a little faster.
That’s when our mouths meet for the first time. In the midst of an already frantic situation. And so there is no buildup. We’re licking into one another’s mouths with hunger and intention, his knuckles clamping down around my nipples until I’m whimpering, moving my hips faster, our lips opening wider with every kiss. We’re nothing but carnal creatures, sustaining ourselves on the wet glide of tongues and the clashing of teeth.
“Fuck!” He gives an upthrust, pinning my bottom against the steering wheel. “I’ve been waiting forever to do that.”