Page 61 of Missing Pieces
The thought of him being inside me again is enough to make me stop struggling.
“You are so much easier to carry when you’re not hitting me.”
Just for that, I slap his ass.
He growls as he opens the door to his truck and throws me in. I straighten myself in the seat as he walks around to the driver’s side. I don’t know what he expects of me. Does he think I am just going to forgive him and suck his dick? I really need some alone time and I doubt he’s just going to drop me off at my door.
As soon as he settles into his seat, I go for the door handle. But my drunken coordination isn’t exactly smooth. He must have known I would try something like this because the door was locked. And my attempt to unlock the door turned into me rolling the window down.
His large hands are back on me as he pulls me toward the middle seat.
“I wouldn’t recommend jumping out the window, sweet cheeks,” he whispers into my ear, his breath warming my neck sending warmth all the way to my toes. Before I know it, I’ve relaxed into his arms a bit and then curse myself for giving in.
He pulls out of the lot, keeping one arm wrapped around me so I don’t move. I feel his eyes on me every few seconds, but I keep my stare straight ahead.
“You trying to break the windshield with that stare of yours?” he laughs.
I squirm against him, but he tightens his arm around me. I turn to glare at him quickly and notice that damn smirk on his face. I look away. “Just counting down the seconds until I can get out of this truck and away from your touch.”
I thought that would piss him off and when he pulls his arm away from my shoulders, I exhale, glad he finally let go. Except his hand moves immediately to my thigh, his fingers rubbing small circles into it.
“I thought you liked it when I touched you.”
I cross my arms over my chest and turn my head away from him.
His hand moves further up my thigh, his voice drops into a gravelly tone, “You seemed to like my touch last night.”
The tip of his finger is just barely brushing the lace of my panties, and I suppress a shudder as I try hard not to give in to him.
We turn down County Road 12. I only have four minutes before we get to my house and I’m going to try my hardest not to react to those fingers of his. But the second that thought crosses my mind his fingers slip under the edge of my panties. He drags a finger down the cleft, pressing hard into my clit before he plunges two fingers into my soaking wet pussy. I let out a groan as my head falls back against the seat. He pumps into me a few times and stops with his fingers still filling me but not moving. I grind against his hand and he chuckles.
“Hmmm, I guess someone does like my touch.” He pulls his fingers out of me and I whimper from the loss of fullness.
I know he would never kiss Quinn.
I need to stop acting like a brat.
My hand goes for his bulge and I can feel the firmness of his growing erection. I grab it hard and then pull his head toward my mouth as I devour him with a kiss.
The truck swerves. I forgot we were driving. Easton slams on the brakes and pulls the truck over to the side of the road. He pulls me on top of him as he shoves his tongue down my throat. I let out a groan as I grind against him. My hands move for his belt buckle, I release it and unbutton his pants. His hands go for my ass, squeezing hard. I lean back, but my back hits the steering wheel. Easton must notice the lack of room because within seconds he has the door open and jumps out with me wrapped around his waist.
“Fuck Edy. I can’t wait ‘til we get home, I need you now.” He walks around and opens the back of the truck. He lays me down and pushes my dress up. I am only half aware of the fact that anyone could drive by and see us but at this moment I couldn’t care less. I was never one for public sex, but this man awakens something in me that pushes my boundaries and makes me forget there is anyone else in this world.
“You finally going to show me what we can do in this truck bed? You promised it so long ago.” The words drip out of my mouth coated in sex. They surprise me and him. He growls as he pulls me toward the edge of the bed.
He pulls his dick out of his pants and lines it up to my entrance. He keeps one hand on my chest to hold me down while the other moves toward my hip. “You should know I always fulfill my promises.”
With that he slams into me, hard and deep, it almost hurts. Almost. He finds his pace, fast and rough. I can barely form words as he drives into me. I moan and scream his name as he brings me to the edge so quickly. His hand finds my mouth and I realize that if I scream any louder, I am sure someone will call the cops.
He stills inside of me, holding off my orgasm. He twists his hips to the side causing his dick to massage circles inside of me. “Fuck East!”
“You better stay quiet, so you don’t wake the neighbors. I am gonna need both my hands.”
I nod and mumble my agreement, too excited to see what he’s going to do next to my body. His hand comes off my mouth and goes directly to my clit, his thumb pressing hard into the bundles of nerves. I buck my hips up, but he presses them back down with his other hand as he begins to slam into me rougher and harder than before. My feet dig into his back forcing him deeper inside of me. White light pierces my vision as my orgasm hits. I feel my entire body convulsing as he continues to press his thumb on my clit and pounds his dick into me. Just as I start to come down from the high, another orgasm hits as he releases his hot cum into me, pumping me full with his release.
He collapses on top of my body. Both of us breathing heavily. Not talking. I run my hands up and down his back and he covers my stomach with kisses through my dress.
He stands up and pulls himself out of me. The feeling of emptiness unwelcome. I sit up as he zips his fly. He must see the sadness and longing on my face.
“Don’t worry baby. I will barely be able to get you through your door before I have you stripped naked.”
I smile and wrap my arms around his neck as he helps me off the truck bed. He kisses my neck and pushes my dress back down my hips.
I whisper into his ear with a smile I know he can feel, “I’m still mad at you.”
“Prove it,” he says as he pulls me back into the truck. Speeding up the hill to my house where he makes do on his promise, just like he said. My dress ends up on the lawn somewhere and we barely make it in the door before he takes me again.