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He nods once, his eyes still hazy as he stares at the view without really seeing it.
There’s a heaviness in the air now. The weight of it pushes on my shoulders until I’m desperate for something to lighten the load. I take matters into my own hands, ready to do something reckless to shift the energy. I want Ollie’s blue eyes on me, desiring me. Promising to break me apart again like he hasn’t already left me standing here in pieces.
I slide the band out of my hair, securing it around my wrist.I fluff my locks as they cascade past my shoulders. I drop my hands to the bottom of my shirt and lift it overhead, dangling the material at the end of my fingertips. His eyes whip to me, landing on my breasts that are lifted in a lacy black bra and lingering there. I tilt my head, the tip of my tongue caught between my teeth.
“What are you doing?” His voice is gruff. His eyes are no longer unfocused, the haze replaced with molten, unbridled lust.
I turn on my heel and start sauntering toward the Bronco like I’m walking the runways of Paris. My hips are shifting, beckoning him closer. The edges of my shirt drift across my leg. The burn of his eyes follows my movement. I glance over my shoulder at Ollie. My hair is wild and unruly from the wind and covers half my face. But it doesn’t hide the coyness of my smile or the challenge in my words.
“You said we’re here for fireworks. I thought we could create some of our own until the show starts.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
MADISON
I keep moving slowly toward the vehicle with the breeze blowing across my chest. I can hear the shuffle of Ollie’s feet as he follows behind me. I breathe out a laugh when his hands catch my hips, only to slide across my stomach, lighting a fiery trail on my skin with his palms. He presses his erection into my backside as he seals our bodies together with his arms.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he whispers next to my ear. It sounds like both a promise and a threat.
Excitement swirls low in my belly as I climb into the back seat of the Bronco with Ollie right behind me. His lips immediately land on mine when I turn to him. His hands are everywhere at once. In my hair, anchoring my neck. With the flick of his thumb along my back, the material of my bra loosens, and the straps slide down my arms. I toss it beside me. And then his hands are there, replacing my bra, palming my heavy breasts. My breathing accelerates. The surface of his skin is rough, but his touch is soft. My skin molds around his grip, sweeping over my quickly hardening nipples, sending a jolt of electricity straight to the center of my legs.
His expression is wolfish as he watches his fingers work. That intense gaze stalks me through the darkness of the night sky, like a panther eyeing his prey, promising to make me scream and beg for him in the back seat of his car. The attraction between us lures me closer as I straddle his lap. His thighs are solid, sculpted muscle that’s cut and contoured into perfection. It’s one of the most enticing body parts on hockey players, in my opinion. That, and their asses. With all the time they spend propelling their big bodies across the ice, suddenly stopping and starting, they build their lower bodies into sinewy, sumptuous muscles.
Heat floods my center.
I reach between us to pop the button on his shorts. His erection strains against the cotton, begging to be released. I lower his zipper and palm him over his boxer briefs. His hands drop from my chest as I shift to the floor between his legs, which isn’t an easy feat for someone my height. But when I see the look in his eye as he watches me intently, the smoke and heat lying there as he silently pleads with me to keep going, I ignore the ache in my legs at the awkward angle. I want to please him more than I want comfort.
I tug the band of his briefs, and he lifts to help me pull the material below his hips. His cock springs out, slapping against his lower abdomen and extending all the way to his navel. It’s thick and weighty. The trail of hair from his belly button provides a backdrop to the main event. He’s so sexy. I can barely look at him without getting wet.
Ollie is the most well-endowed man I’ve ever been with. His girth is just as impressive as his length. A vein pulses along the underside of his cock just beneath that smooth skin, engorged with blood and aching with want. The head is angry, swollen, and glossy at the tip, like a pressure valve just waiting for release.
I taste the saltiness of him with the first swipe of my tongue. His abs tighten, drawing my attention to his lower stomach before his T-shirt hides it from my view. In the next second, Ollie tears his shirt overhead and tosses it with my discarded bra beside him on the seat. His muscles ripple again when I run my nails up his naked torso until I’m tangling my fingers in the tuft of hair centered between his pecs. At the same time, I dip my head, dropping as far as I’m able along his shaft, fisting him on the part I can’t reach. One of his hands collapses over mine to anchor me against his chest. The other weaves into the strands of my hair. A deep, guttural moan erupts from his throat, penetrating the silence of the night that has settled around us.
I keep a steady rhythm, opening my throat and sucking on the way back up. My eyes travel upward along his sexy body as I move. His abs are still clenched, and there’s a light sheen of sweat over his rippled chest. When my gaze reaches his face, I see those sapphire jewels watching me, nearly swallowed within black pupillary lust. He doesn’t blink as he stares, like he’s trying to imprint my image eternally on his brain.
He reaches down suddenly to pull me off him, his cock bobbing between us. With his hands beneath my arms, he lifts me onto his lap as if I were weightless. He kicks his shorts and briefs down his legs until they are free. He leaves the other side wrapped around his ankle, too hurried to bother removing it.
His movements are rushed, almost frantic, and completely opposite of our first time together. He pops the button on my skirt before losing patience. Instead of removing it, he lifts until the material is bunched around my waist. His fingers find me dripping wet when he pushes my panties aside and plunges into my center. I wrap my arms around his neck to anchor myself to his chest, trying to keep up. He removes his fingers from my opening and swipes them along my slit, taking time to manipulate my clit along the way. Then, he lines us up, slamming into me.
I gasp out a moan at the size of him.
His fingers are gripping my hips until I’m sure he’s going to leave fingerprints on my skin. He’s thrusting into me at a punishing pace, his body straining with tension. He pushes my skirt further out of the way so he can watch himself disappear into my body. The only time he looks away from where we are joined is when his gaze lifts to my swaying breasts and finally to my face.
He pushes the sweaty strands of hair off my forehead and fuses our lips. I break the kiss to moan as he hits a place deep inside my core that sends me straight into nirvana. The nighttime is devoured by our coupling, our broken moans, and the slapping of our skin. Our movements are wild and quick, like we’re sprinting to the finish line.
With each thrust, Ollie sinks deeper inside of me. I can feel him everywhere. He brushes across that spot in my front wall that causes the pressure to build quickly at the base of my spine. I don’t care that we’re outside, where anyone could drive up on us. I don’t care that we’re in the back seat of a Bronco, cramped into a small space like two teenagers desperate for time alone. None of that matters as raw pleasure consumes my body.
My cries grow louder until Ollie kisses me, swallowing my moans. My sensitive nipples rub along his chest when he pulls me closer until there isn’t an inch of space between us. We’re both slick with sweat.
Ollies face contorts into an almost-pained expression as his pace quickens. He lets out a loud, low groan as I feel him thickening, then pulsing deep inside me. He rolls against me as the last of his orgasm fades, tripping my own. He groans again as my inner muscles clamp around his length, prolonging both of our pleasure.
Ollie slides down in the seat with me still on his lap, and his head falls back until it’s resting on the seat. His chest heaves as he catches his breath. His throat bobs when he swallows. I lean down to lick along the edge of it, unable to stop myself.
He chuckles with his mouth gaping as he continues to breathe deeply. His palms rub up and down my thighs. “Are you trying to kill me, woman?”
“Nope. I’m not done with you yet,” I tease.
He slides his massive body down further and our eyes meet. His arms tighten around me when I start to move off his lap.
