The scent of Zach’s body wash and cologne swirled around her as she nibbled her way up his strong abdominal muscles. Zesty, spicy with hints of cool breezes and a dash of fresh air.
She loved the essence of musk and man. Her man.
He whispered her name again in that ragged way that said he was about to lose control. His cock was certainly ready. Hard, pressed tight against the zipper of his ass hugging jeans. Biscuits and gravy, he was a delicious combination.
She smiled against his skin and reached for his zipper.
“Cherie, honey, let me take you home.” He sounded desperate.
“In a minute.” First she wanted to blow his mind.
Something about the heavy rain beating against the roof made her feel safe, daring, cocooned.
Stretched across the console, she reached for the button on his jeans. His hands trapped hers.
“Not a good idea.”
His voice was tight and adorably strained.
“Are you gonna argue with me or let me have my way with you?”
There was a pause as he computed her words. Then his hands fell away and she made short work of his button. The fly was next.
The moment her hand made contact with his hot flesh, he sucked in a sharp breath. He braced one hand against the wheel and gripped the headrest on the passenger’s side with the other.
A crack of thunder sent a tremor up her spine. The rawness of the weather urged her on. There was something so vibrant about a good storm. Chilled and soaked to the bone was not normally her happy place.
But in the cozy cabin of his big truck, wrapped in sheets of pouring rain…she was safe to act out her fantasy.
Blue light lit the interior, giving her a good look at his handsome face. Despite the tension she saw etched there, she could tell he was happily along for the ride.
Sliding her hand up and down his shaft, she delighted in his silky-smooth skin. Every time she neared the head of his cock, he sucked in another breath. And with each downward stroke, he’d let that breath out in a slow shudder.
Smiling over at him, she kept up the movement. Up. Down. Twisting her fingers around the sensitive crown earned her a low moan.
Without warning, she leaned forward and caressed him with her breath.
“Mmm…Cherie. You’re so good to me.”
She smiled. “Remember that at Christmas time.”
Just as she closed her mouth around him, a jolt of thunder echoed around them, drowning out his groan.
Hands splayed on his rock-hard thighs, she sank down as far as she could. The humidity inside the cab rose with each exhale. The windows fogged over, filtering out the flash of lightning.
Using her tongue, she drove him wild. Quick flicks across the head, a slow, thorough massage on the sweet spot just south of there.
A hand threaded through her hair, alternately holding her down on him and pulling her away. It was like he couldn’t make up his mind.
Sweet torture.
She wanted him to remember this. While she might be a good girl, she also wanted him to know that she could be fun. A little wild when the right opportunity presented.
“Cherie, honey…” His voice was deliciously dark. “Stop or I’m gonna come.”
She squeezed his thighs and let his cock pop from her lips. “That’s the idea.”
He groaned. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Your heart is in good shape,” she teased and returned to the task at hand.
Drive him crazy.
This time she added her hand to the mix. She was rewarded with another sharp inhale. A quick skim of her fingernails up his shaft had him trembling beneath her.
“God, woman…”
“Mmmm…”
The vibration set him off. No warning, just a tightening of all his muscles and a hot flood down her throat. His voice echoed around her. She squeezed his thighs, urging him to be quiet.
Blow jobs were not her favorite thing, but every now and then, a guy deserved to have his mind blown. Surprising Zach with one always worked out in her favor. Plus, it was so fun to see the dazed look in his eyes.
Straightening, she leaned against the console. “Ready to go home now?”
He looked utterly deflated. Not his cock. That was still at attention, but the rest of him was melted into the seat.
He gave a single nod. “In a minute.” His hand fell from the steering wheel onto his thigh.
Mentally patting herself on the back, Cherie counted it as a job well done. Her earlier irritation was long gone, and she couldn’t wait to get home where she could get naked and enjoy some skin against skin contact.
More blue light flooded the cab. The rain had yet to let up. Maybe they’d better wait a little longer to let it blow over.
She certainly wouldn’t mind a good, old fashioned make out session with Zach.
“You’re really proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
She smiled at his amused tone.
“Mission accomplished.”
She wouldn’t make it a habit. But there was a delicious amount of adrenaline that came with doing naughty things in semi-public spaces. She felt energized like never before.
Zach tucked his cock back into his jeans and zipped up.
“You’re a minx.”
She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
“Two can play that game,” he warned.
“Is that right?”
When had she forgotten how fun flirting could be?