Ridin' Dirty: An Outlaw Author Anthology (OAMC Book 1) (9 page)

Backing off, easing up, he gave a practiced flip of his head, settling his hair around his face and down his back. Mouth open, she was drawing in unsteady drafts of air, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Hands draped across her belly from when she lost her hold on his head. He watched as her fingertips moved in intriguing circles, imitating what he’d been doing to her only moments ago. He grinned and then moved, pressing his chin firmly just above her pussy, palm settled over her tit, covering and protecting it, he had nothing but confidence in his voice when he reminded her, “All night, Penny.”

“Oh, God,” she whispered, turning her head to one side, chin tucked tight to her neck where it met her shoulder.
Hmmm
.
Not the enthusiastic reaction I expected.
Then she surprised him when she asked, hesitantly stopping and starting, “Did you need me to…um…do…um…anything?”

“Penny.” He adopted a tolerant tone, one you might use with a favorite student. “I’m a man. I only got so many chances at reaching those peaks. Now, I can bring you,” he mouthed her pussy again, grinning when she writhed in place, pushing up against the pressure, “as many times as you’ll let me. Make you come until your throat is raw from screaming my name.” Hands gripping again, firm to the point of fierce, he pulled and tugged, reminding her he was all around her. “But, biology declares I only have so many chances.” Easing off, he plumped and caressed her tit, other hand splayed wide across her back, covering as much skin as he could. “I got three condoms and all night. I plan on using all three.”

Shifting, he lifted to his knees, moving over her on all fours. Suspended for a moment, he stared down into her eyes, noticing their color for the first time. A bright, crystal blue that went perfectly with everything he could see. “All night,” he made the words a promise, bringing his mouth down to hers, giving a hum of pleasure when her lips parted immediately, granting access that he plundered. Tongue sliding and stroking, he traced the inside of her lips, touched the tip to hers, then plunged deep, twining and thrusting, head slanting this way and that. Her chest arched up and he rubbed across her, the fabric of his tee snagging and dragging on the lace surrounding her tits. “All night,” he pulled back, leaving her panting and staring up at him. Those blue eyes locked on his face, dipping to his mouth when he said her name, “Penny.”

He stripped his shirt off, shaking his hair out as he tossed it to the side. Settling back on his heels, he freed her arms from the straps of her bra, leaving her shoulders bare but keeping the confining fabric in place just underneath her tits. Tugging at the buckle of his belt, he felt the leather slip and catch in the loops as he removed it from his jeans, letting it drop over the side of the bunk to the floor, a muffled thud cushioned by the clothing already there. Unbuttoning his waistband, he eased the zipper down and then left off there, reaching instead for her jeans.

Fingers working, he glanced up to see she was looking uncomfortable again.
Needs some confidence
.
Maybe a little direction will ease the way for her
. “Hands behind your head, Penny. Under the pillow is fine, but I want you to keep them there.” Uncertainty was writ large on her features, so he paused what he was doing to smooth his hands up either side of her ribcage, cupping her breasts as he stared into her eyes. “That’ll be a reminder that you don’t have to work for this, darlin’. My pleasure to please you.” Her hands lifted, shoving under the pillow behind her head, and he grinned, appreciative of the movement and how that showcased her tits. “Beautiful,” he told her, earning a curve in her lips. Not quite a smile, but he could work for those. “So fucking beautiful.”

Hands sliding down, thumbs tracing a double line down her center, he reached the waistband of her jeans and tugged. She lifted her hips obligingly and he pulled, finding a pair of panties hidden underneath that matched the copper of the bra. Fingering along the lacy edge, he told her, “Appreciate the view, baby. Perfect color for you. My shiny Penny.” With a smooth motion, he removed jeans and panties from her, dropping them in a tangled mess to the floor, then took off her socks one at a time, flicking them over the side with a grin.

Knees primly together, legs pressed tight thigh-to-thigh, her feet were splayed slightly, one on either side of his knees. Clean and sweet, he didn’t have any doubt she’d turn away at his next question, but it was one he’d be asking anyway. His hands in constant motion, up and over her calves to her knees, resistance to a tug so he slipped his hands back down, cupping her instep, thumbs rubbing in broad circles.

“Penny,” he began, staring down into her eyes, her gaze fixed on him, immovable and tense. He got it, understood her nervousness, knew she was aware of exactly where her pistol sat on the cabinet three feet from her head. She was naked, unclothed. Bare skinned and with just as bare emotions, the orgasm stripping her of anything to hide behind. He knew how she came now, one of the most intimate things a man could know about a woman, and she’d given that to him.

When he didn’t continue, she ran her tongue over that plump and bitable bottom lip, and then whispered, “Yeah, Bell?” Muscles in her belly jumped and jerked, the peaks of her beautiful breasts tightened and stood firmly upright. Heartbeat in her neck pounding, she seemed to be holding her breath, waiting.

“You clean, baby?” Ask directly; get any conversation out of the way so he could decide how to move forward. It had been ages since he’d been near pussy he wanted to eat, but having her flavor rolling through his mouth with every indrawn breath, he was hungry for her. Musky scent surrounding them in the close atmosphere of the truck’s cab a reminder of what might be his tonight. Patience was never his strongest suit, and if she wasn’t as untainted as he prayed, he didn’t know what he’d be willing to do.

“I showered this morning.” Her voice quavered, satin slipping through the air to run up his spine. “I don’t do anything special.” Slick as a freshly-waxed fender, ignorance of his real question wasn’t unattractive, merely underscoring what he already knew: she didn’t get regular dick, might have had a long dry spell. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about, Penny.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to one kneecap. “Shiny Penny.” Kissed the other one, running his fingers up her calves, cupping her legs and slipping his thumbs between. Kissed the inside of the first knee when she allowed him to spread her legs. “Beautiful Penny.” Mouth to the other knee, tongue working at her skin. “You smell sweet enough, I got no worries there. I was asking if you had any STDs you knew about.” Blunt had been the right way to go here, and he watched, enthralled as she reacted, red flooding up her chest and neck into her face, fair skin flaming from the embarrassment she felt. “I don’t, but don’t have any papers to show you.”

“I do not.” Chin tipped to the side again, he lost her eyes when they closed, lips in a tight line, every move screaming retreat. “Have anything, I mean.”

Mouthing her knee, he pushed forward with his head, feeling her muscles tense to hold her legs together, hold him out, keep him away. Avoidance. Aversion. She’d only allowed him to strip her because she’d still been woozy from coming so hard. Coming hard with only titty-play, pressure, and heat from his mouth on the outside of her jeans. Not old, barely old enough to have a license, if he read her right. Glancing around, he took in the inside of her cab again. Tidy, she’d put a few touches on it, but the truck hadn’t been hers long. Scuff marks on the interior where things had been removed. Maps and paperwork showed she was working a lot. This was a long-haul rig with a hard-working driver, loads taking her coast-to-coast. But young. Embarrassed, and a—

“That’s good, darlin’.” One hand slipped down the back of her thigh, his fingers brushing along the outer lips of her pussy. Slick and wet. Aroused. At the touch she stiffened and started to pull her hands from under the pillow, he knew she was reaching down to pull him away. “Hands, Penny,” he barked and she froze, but kept her face averted and eyes closed. Amenable, but uneasy, it seemed.

“I’m gonna touch you again, darlin’. Touch your beautiful sweetness just waiting for me.” Matching motions to words, he trailed a fingertip across side-to-side, then dipped inside, bottom to top, flicking across her hard clit. The moan escaping her lips surprised her and when her eyes flew wide, he grinned, repeating the action. “Touch you, finger and fill you.” He stretched out on his belly, shoulders holding her legs apart now. “Eat you.” Mouth to her inner thigh, he stretched, trailing the tip of his tongue up and up, her scent spicy and thick, arousal written in each of her gasping breaths.

Nuzzling deep, he licked bottom to top, flattening his tongue wide, covering everything he could reach. She jerked back, ass pushed deep into the mattress, and he chased her pussy, having only gotten the barest taste, but already hungry for more. “Let me in, baby,” he murmured, tilting his head, seeing her mouth slowly falling open, eyes squeezed shut. Palm to each leg, he lifted her knees, bringing them up and pressing outward. Licking slowly, he repeated the path, bottom to top. The already swollen lips of her sex were beautiful, flushed and red, they begged him to go again, and he did, leisurely, taking his time. And again. Lingering, lazy.
Loving
. He pushed that thought aside.

The simplest graze of his upper lip against her clit was enough to send a full-body quake through her. When he followed that with a flick of his tongue, diving underneath the hooded beauty, dragging up and over the hardened nub, her slick wet flooded his mouth. Palms to her thighs, he curved one hand underneath her ass, lifting her to his mouth so he could latch onto her clit, mouthing and tonguing it gently, taking everything she fed him, rewarded with a soft and breathless, “Aaahhh,
Bell
.”

Pursing his lips, he sucked her, focusing with his mouth and tongue, the blood pulsing through her pussy scorching as he teased her entrance. One barely there fingertip, slipping up and down, circling the opening, circuit after patient circuit—mouth to her clit, sucking and tonguing over and over. His name gaining syllables as she wailed, “Bell!” when he pushed that single finger inside. Halfway only, in and out, patiently thrusting in time with his mouth on her, feeling the tight walls of her pussy clamping down on him.
Fucking tight.
Staring up her body he watched her ribcage rise and fall at breakneck speed. Her back bent, arching, and she called his name again, and again. Ripples of her orgasm beautifully visible on her skin, seductively felt on his fingers and tongue.

Her face had gone from taut and strained to soft, lips parted and relaxed.
Two
, he thought, moving both hands to cover her belly, slipping up to tease the slowly softening nipples into peaks again. Her skin flawless, a virgin canvas touched only with God’s brush where freckles dusted her breasts and nose, thicker across her cheeks. Dark lashes dipping and touching those flushed apples. In contrast, his inked arms and hands looked dark and erotic as they moved across her. Spanning her ribs, fingertips finding purchase in the dips between, counting idly as he pushed up to cup her breasts again.

Still air in the truck cab carried enough moisture to the windows to have set up a thick fog; condensation from their sweaty bodies filling the glass and shining a spotlight on her truck as dramatically as if the suspension was singing like he hoped it would be in a few minutes. He was hard enough to pound nails, blood surging thick through his cock, rigid with need. Dipping his head, he lingered, lapping at her one last time before pushing to his knees and shimmying his jeans over his ass. Cock in hand, he stroked himself, root to tip and back again, once. Just once, and with the feast laid out before him, it was enough to nearly bring him to the edge. Makeshift cockring of thumb and finger beat it back enough for him to unclench his jaw to say, “Hand me a condom, Penny. Time for me to play.”

Eyes jerked wide open, she stared up at him, his intent, because he wanted her full participation. The writhing and shuddering she’d done as he ate her inflamed his imagination of how she would be under him. On top of him. In front of him. Plunging up, down, back…chasing his cock like he’d chased her pussy a minute ago. Her gaze dropped to his cock and he flexed, tightening, feeling the crown mushroom out, knowing without looking it was red edging to purple, the crest defined. Throbbing.

“I have to move my hands,” she told him and he smiled, supporting himself up on one arm, suspended over her. Reaching between them, he trailed his palm up over her pussy, circling her clit with two fingers slow, then fast, then slow again.

“Move your hands, baby,” he told her, engrossed in the way her lips parted when he hit the fast speed. She gasped, then bit down on her lips, then gasped again. Controlled by his hand on her. Leaning in, he kissed her softly, letting the flavor lingering on his mustache and beard from his intimate exploration of her invade this soft caress of lips on lips.

“Ohhh,” she breathed in and he smiled against her mouth, fingers circling slowly, and then rapidly. Movement, then a crinkle, and then her hand between them. He took the package, angled down and kissed her again, hard. Sucking her tongue into his mouth before tangling his own with it, pushing back into her mouth, thrusting. Timing his movements, he played careful pursuit of her arousal. Fingers circling fast, gliding across her clit while at the same time trailing slowly against her tongue with his. Changing speeds, fingers circling slowly, diversion for a hard kiss, head slanting, biting at her bottom lip. A contest to see her finish, fingers circling fast, a brisk thrumming side-to-side, earning her crying gasp into his mouth as she came again, worked to the edge and over with generous kisses and attentive play.
Three
.