Page 41 of Truck Me

He’s the first to move. He leans down, lifts me up off the floor, and slips my restrained hands over his head so my arms are around his neck. I wrap my legs around his waist as his hands cup my ass.

“Fuck, Charlotte,” he whispers against my mouth. “I didn’t think you had that in you.”

“You shouldn’t judge people before you truly know them.” The words are strained from where I’m still recovering from sucking him off.

His response is to grip the back of my neck and press his lips to mine. He moves slowly, like he’s testing how I feel and taste. His lips are soft between the scratchy hairs of his beard. I like the contrast and suddenly wonder what that beard will feel like on other parts of my body.

His tongue teases the seam of my mouth, so I open and let him in. The way he strokes it across mine and slowly moves his lips is in complete contrast to how he fucked my mouth. He feels almost gentle … Calm.

He abruptly breaks away and heads deeper into his house.

“My turn to take care of you,” he says, just before he reaches the stairs. He grips tighter to my ass with one hand and wraps his other arm around my waist and presses me closer to his chest. It feels protective and claiming and tugs at my heartstrings.

When we reach the loft, he lifts my arms from around his neck and then tosses me on the bed. It’s large and soft and takes up most of the space.

He steps around the bed to a small nightstand and pulls a roll of condoms out of the drawer before he steps back and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

“Did you like the way I fucked your mouth?” he asks. His harsh demanding tone is back as if he still doesn’t believe I enjoyed it.

I lift my chin in challenge. “Yes.”

My one-word answer causes him to growl. He strips his clothes off until he’s standing before me, completely bare like an offering. His cock is already hard again and bobbing against his solid abs. He has the body of a man who works hard. Thick shoulders and arms with more ridges and valleys from his cut muscles than I’ve ever seen on a man before. And the tattoos. His upper chest, shoulders, arms, and thighs are covered in ink.

He grabs my feet and pulls me to the edge of the bed. “Hands above your head.”

His command leaves no room for negotiation. I don’t hesitate to comply. First, he strips my shoes and pants off me before he lifts my sweater and bunches it above my head. He lightly runs a fingertip from my neck then down my chest and stomach, his eyes following the movement. The way his deep brown eyes darken suggests he likes what he sees.

Reaching underneath me, he unhooks the clasp of my bra and shoves it above me with my sweater. His mouth is on my nipple, sucking it hard, before I even have a chance to adjust to the feel of his mouth on me.

I cry out at the sensation.

He’s not gentle. The way he sucks and bites at my nipples is a delicious pain that’s making me even more wet for him than I already am.

“Garret,” I moan and lift my hips, searching for friction against my clit but I don’t find any.

“Tell me what you want, Princess.” His hands grip my hips and press them down into the mattress as he continues his assault on my body with his tongue. “Do you want my cock or my mouth?”

“Both,” I don’t hesitate to say.

He chuckles, and it sends a shiver through me. “Greedy little thing.”

“Yes.” His mouth inches closer to my core. “Please, Garret. Fuck me with your tongue.”

He groans, loops his fingers around my panties, and rips them off me in one fast movement. “You’re my dirty princess, aren’t you?”

“Do you like me dirty?” I ask, my voice raspy and harsh. I’m not sure where that voice or those words came from. I like good, rough sex, but dirty talk isn’t something I’ve done a lot. Brad may have been great at sex, but he was quiet.

“Fuck, yes. I like a woman who’s not afraid to tell me what she wants.”

I open my mouth to tell him again, but he licks up my center and sucks my clit between his teeth, causing me to cry out instead. My back arches, and I press harder against his mouth.

“That’s it. Take what you want, Princess.”

He licks and sucks while I grind against him with no shame. His fingers dig into my skin as his hands grip tighter around my hips. He slides his tongue inside me while his teeth scrape across my clit. Add in the feel of his beard against my thighs, and the action is so rough and intense. My body reacts violently in response.

I come so hard. My body convulses, and I cry out.

He doesn’t relent. He continues to lick and nibble and suck at me until I’m begging him to stop. Even then, he doesn’t listen.