Ten first dates, p.39
Ten First Dates, page 39
His fingers found the seam of her swollen sex with ease. “This wetness all for me?” he growled against the back of her neck as he stroked her flesh. “Little miss never been fucked in the backseat of a car before. You like this?”
“So much,” she panted.
“Then let me make you feel good, because I like it, too.”
She knew that. She could feel the hard press of his cock against her bare hip. But he was still clothed and she—
His finger slid inside her, and her mind blanked out.
Fuck it. He could be in charge. She was just along for the ride. She moaned, her breath fogging up the window, and he gave her another finger, fucking two of them into her with a precision that screamed of practice.
Don’t think about that, don’t be jealous of all the other girls he’s railed in this backseat, just be happy it’s you right now.
She rocked back, fucking herself faster on his fingers, seeking that delicious blankness again. All feelings, no thoughts. Pure vibes.
His other hand snaked around and two fingers pushed into her sex, parting her sticky lips and finding her clit.
Yes.
“Love how you feel,” he murmured against her shoulder. “Knew I would. Can’t wait to taste all this honey.”
She sobbed now, desperate for that, and when she came again, her pussy fluttering against his fingers, he again eased out of her with a gentleness that surprised her. Then the heavy weight of him retreated, only to have him tap her on the side of the ass.
“Come here.”
She twisted to find him lounging like a sexy prince, his long legs braced against the back of the pushed forward front bench. She shoved her jeans all the way off her legs, then climbed on top of him. He eased her back, so she was lying on his thighs, then he scooped his hands under her hips and tugged her up so her bare sex was right in front of his mouth.
“Knew you’d be fucking pretty like this,” he mumbled before licking a slow swipe up the centre of her tender sex. “Knew you’d taste like something special.”
“Please tell me you have a condom,” she begged.
He ignored her. “Spread your legs for me. Let me look at you.”
“Josh!”
“What?”
“I want you inside me.”
“Come on my tongue, and I’ll give you my cock.”
It wouldn’t take much. She was on a hair trigger now.
She let him press her thighs wider, revealing every sensitive bit of skin to his inspection. Could she come just from him looking at her?
What was this wicked car sex magic he was weaving?
Then the tip of his tongue flicked against her clit, slow and teasing. Could she shove herself up against his face at this angle?
“Damn it,” she choked out. “Don’t tease me.”
“What do you want?”
“You cock inside me.”
“Before that.”
“Suck my clit,” she whispered, too turned on to care about being demanding.
He latched on, and that same steady tug that worked so well on her nipples was perfection between her legs.
She gave herself over to the steady climb of another release and enjoyed the pulsing thrill of it. Josh knew exactly what to do with his tongue and lips, and then she was there, another shattering orgasm, another gush of arousal between her legs.
She might have blacked out for a moment there, because the next thing she knew, he was stroking her belly softly. Looking at her.
“We probably can’t fuck in this position,” he said dryly.
“Mmm.” She tried to move. Couldn’t.
“Take your time.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you proud of yourself?”
“Shouldn’t I be?” He grinned.
She smiled, and it stretched from ear to ear. “Yeah, you should be.”
“I’m never going to get the scent of your pussy out of this car.” He pressed his face to the inside of her thigh. “And I never want to. Makes it fucking special.”
“Oh, come on, you do this all the time.” She scrambled off him.
He caught her wrist, stilling her as she kneeled naked beside him. “Monica.”
“What?”
He shook his head. “I don’t. It’s important to me that you know that. I’m breaking a lot of my own personal rules tonight, and I’m doing it happily. But don’t think you’re just another Friday night fuck. You aren’t. This is pretty fucking special.”
She blushed, and she was glad it was dark, so he couldn’t see her school girl reaction.
Leaning in, she licked the taste of herself off the corner of his mouth. “Good to know that it’s special for both of us, then.”
Then she reached for his fly, tracing the curve of his bulge in the same way he’d played with her tits before.
“Jeez, you make me fucking horny,” he muttered, grinning as his hips rocked forward. He reached beneath his body and pulled out his wallet. “Hang on, I need to focus—it’s dark in here—there’s one.” A crinkle of foil followed his relieved announcement.
She unzipped him, and together they shoved his jeans down his thighs, just as they had hers.
His boxer briefs tented as soon as the jeans were gone, and when she peeled the waistband down, a heavy cock bobbed into view, slapping up towards his belly.
Both of them sucked in a breath as she wrapped her fingers around his rigid shaft.
Josh rolled the condom down to her fingers, then she took over, sheathing him completely.
He lifted her onto his lap, and she fit them together. The broad head of his cock found her entrance like they were meant to be, and she let the delicious sensation wash over her as his thick girth demanded space.
Where her first orgasms came on fast and furious, she wanted this one to take a while. She didn’t want to rush through having Josh inside her body.
When he was fully seated in her, she paused to let her body adjust to the size of him. He watched her silently, his lips swollen and parted, and she shivered at the naked lust in his gaze.
Then she braced her hands on his shoulders and rode him with everything she had.
The thick drag of his retreat from her body was sweet torture. The sink back down, the return to that delicious fullness, was heaven.
She’d told him she didn’t know how to surf, and that was true, but she’d watched enough people do it to know that this might be what it felt like to catch the perfect wave. Every part of this felt right. Solid, hot, tangible, and exciting. Good. Right. He thinks it’s wrong, forbidden… Except it didn’t feel that way to her.
She knew it would be complicated for Josh, if anyone found out he banged the owner’s daughter. So nobody had to find out.
But this was deeply, perfectly right. Nothing had ever felt this good.
And it wasn’t just the tight squeeze of his cock in her pussy. It was the way he looked at her. It was the loose but possessive hold on her hips, like any second he might take over, but he was letting her have her fun first. It was the tiny shudder in his breath when she bottomed out, like it was deeply, perfectly right for him, too.
All of it made her feel victorious. It made her throw her head back, curving her body as she bounced on his lap.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he growled, the first words he’d said since she started fucking him.
She blinked down at him.
His gaze was now locked on her jiggling breasts.
He hadn’t been lying about liking them out of her bra. She could feel the hard, throbbing proof of how much he liked them.
She stroked her hands up her torso, cupping them together.
His eyelids drooped, hooding his arousal.
And on her hips, his hands squeezed tighter. Like he was losing his control.
“This ride’s for you,” she breathed. “What do you want?”
“I want you. All night long.”
“I’m yours.”
“Fucking right.”
“I want to touch you.” He smoothed one hand over her belly, his thumb brushing the top of her slit.
She leaned back, bracing her hands on his knees, and her clit arched into view. Into touchable range.
His touch felt like fire licking between her pussy lips, and she rocked her hips, protesting at the same time. “No…”
“Why not?” He stroked her relentlessly. “If you come, you’ll make me come, and we’ll both be happy.”
“I want this to last.” She threw herself forward again, curving on top of him. Clinging to his shoulders, trying to take back some control.
But it was lost now, the wave breaking, and Josh grabbed her. His hips surged into her from below, both of them panting hard. She could feel the edge of the climax rippling. “Josh…”
“I’ve got you.” He thrust into her and held it, turning his head and finding her mouth with his. “I’ve got you,” he repeated before kissing her.
She closed her eyes and let him take over. He swallowed her fears and her desire, her need and her desperate want for more. And once her body stopped shaking, he moved them together again. Slowly.
Like he’d found them a fresh wave to surf.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face there. Her breasts rubbed against his chest. Her ass slapped down against his thighs.
And between her legs, he stoked the kind of fire that could burn all night. He gave her the slow, careful fuck she was looking for.
No rush.
And when the fire finally caught, when they’d kissed and groped and ground against each other enough, when she finally breathed, “Faster,” he knew exactly what that meant.
He kept doing what he was doing, just more of it, like he downshifted inside her, giving everything he had a little extra juice, and then they were flying together. His hands held her hard against him, their bodies slapping noisily with each button-pushing thrust.
“I want to feel you come,” she whispered in his ear. “Can you fuck me so hard you lose it?”
He laughed, and cursed, then slapped her ass. “Yeah, baby.”
His other hand snaked between them and found her clit, then he pushed back into her, all the way, and pinned her hips in place as he jerked against her.
That he’d been that fucking close this whole time made her lose her shit. Her pulse slammed in her ears, a storm roaring inside her now, and she threw her head back. He latched on to one of her nipples and pinched her clit between two fingers, sending her spiralling, too. His name tore out of her mouth as her whole being clamped down, then fractured. Bliss, it turned out, was found on the other side of complete destruction.
The seismic aftereffects of her climax seemed to match the shaking in his body, too. His chest heaved beneath hers, his thighs helplessly twitching.
There was no better sound in the world then the satisfied exhale he let out as he trailed his fingers up her damp spine. “Well, that was fucking hot.”
“We steamed up the windows,” she said, giggling.
He glanced up. “Sure did.”
“Should I…” She moved to get off.
“In a minute.” He tightened his grip on her, and she relaxed again.
It took more than a few minutes, but eventually the humidity in the car got to them both. Laughing, he reached past her and opened the door a crack. The light came on, and he handed her his shirt first, then her own. “We can look at the stars again while the car cools down.”
“While we cool down, too,” she murmured.
He caught her face in his hands and kissed her softly. “I like you all steamed up.”
She pulled on her panties, then her jeans and her shoes, and finally her top, forgoing her bra. Then she climbed out, giving him space to right his own clothes.
When he joined her at the front of the car, she was staring up at the sky.
“The Big Dipper moved.” She twisted her head. “A lot.”
“We’ve been here a while.”
“I don’t want to go home.”
He tugged her close. “Then we won’t. We’ll stay as long as you want.”
“Tell me more about the garage you want.”
He described his vision. A large shop with multiple garages and a warehouse space. An online presence, a YouTube channel, and a business focus on growth over time.
It all sounded remarkably well thought out. And expensive. “What is your initial investment plan?”
“If I can raise half a million dollars, I think I could get a business loan for the rest.” He told her about his own savings, which would put up twenty per cent of what he needed, and the comparable businesses he’d been watching doing similar but different things. “I want to stand out in the market. Meet the needs of customers looking for something other than what’s on offer currently.”
“Where are you thinking of doing it?”
“This is the tricky thing. I can’t just start a business here. I’d need a green card.” Which led to a long conversation about immigration stuff.
He was open to moving the business to Canada, especially right across the border from Detroit, where he’d lived for a while.
“So that part remains up in the air.” He kissed her forehead. “And now I’ve talked your ear off about a total hypothetical.”
“I like it, though.”
“Tell me something about you. Balance this sharing shit out.”
That made her laugh. “What do you want to know?”
“What was boarding school in Switzerland like?”
“Kind of bossy. A lot of fun. Probably weird, out of context.”
“How often did you see your parents?”
“Holidays. The Swiss have a lot of two-week breaks, and my parents basically alternated who would be in Europe for that. My dad liked to take me to Monaco, my mom to France or Italy. It was three years of nonstop travel.”
“Did you learn other languages?”
“Technically, yes. I took French and German classes. I can use them in context, and it comes back when I’m surrounded by native speakers, but I’m not really multilingual. I didn’t use them at all once I moved to New York.”
“Is that where your mom is?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you close?”
She thought about that. “Yes and no. I’m their only child, so both of my parents are very me-focused, but they aren’t confidants. I have some friends who are best friends with their parents, and I cannot imagine that kind of closeness. Our relationship is very formal.” She rubbed her hand over his hard belly. “You said you’re close to your brothers?”
“Yeah. We’re the opposite of formal. A lot of teasing. I haven’t been home in a few years because it’s expensive and I’m saving all my money, but we have a group text that is constantly popping, and we have regular video calls, too.”
The conversation spiralled from there, and the next thing she knew, the sky started to lighten.
“What time is it?”
Josh glanced at his watch. “It’s just after five.”
“We’ve stayed up here all night.” She peered up at the sky. “Hey, what’s that constellation? We didn’t see that before.”
Josh followed her pointing finger and thought about it for a second. “That’s…Lyra. The brightest star is Vega.”
“Nice.”
“You’re nice.”
She laughed. “You’re just saying that because of the wild monkey sex.”
“And the fascinating conversation and the excellent race company.” He nudged her to her feet. “Can I buy you breakfast? There’s a pop-up breakfast taco place I heard about last week. Want to go see how long the line is?”
Anything to keep this night going, she thought. Even as it spilled into the next day. Because at some point very soon, they would have to part ways. There was no way she’d get more than one night with this man. She knew it.
She didn’t like it, but she accepted it.
Josh Kincaid was too good for her. Too down-to-earth, too kind, too real. All things her father would twist and ruin if he ever found out about what they’d done tonight.
“One more stop on our epic night of racing lessons?”
Josh nodded and opened the passenger door for her. “One more stop, princess. Then this mechanic turns into a pumpkin.”
She hoped the breakfast taco line was three hours long.
CHAPTER SIX
Three years later, in Pine Harbour, Ontario, Canada
Monica parked her rental car in front of the whitewashed building at the bottom of a hill, on the edge of a small town, across the road from a chilly-looking lake that stretched as far as the eye could see in all directions. Red letters painted on the wall of the building told her she’d definitely arrived at her destination. Kincaid’s Garage.
She knew, of course, that this was Josh’s pride and joy. She’d followed him on Instagram and TikTok under burner accounts. Watched him amass quite the following. Start flirting with another popular car restorer—that had been hard to see—and then, abruptly, walk away from his newfound celebrity. To focus on what really mattered, he’d said in a final, simple post.
This wasn’t the career he’d told her about that first night together. This wasn’t his dream. This was his reality, though, and she was about to blow it up.
From her probably inappropriate stalking of him online, she also knew that the easy-going, helpful man she’d fallen head-over-heels in lust with in a single night was long gone.
He wasn’t going to be happy to see her.
That was her fault. She deserved the icy-cold reception she would certainly meet. And it was already cold enough in Pine Harbour to freeze her SoCal tits off. She zipped up her newly acquired puffy down jacket and climbed out of the car.
The lights weren’t on in the shop, but she was pretty sure from his videos that he lived upstairs. She didn’t even have to go that far, though. There was a note stuck to the glass door of the office.
Closed for the afternoon for wedding celebration #2. Come find us at the marina.
Cold, slick fear slid down her spine. Even though she knew he couldn’t be getting married—not legally—there was still the panic reaction. The same panic she’d felt the first time she saw him make a video playfully responding to Sexy Car Grrl.
