was on her back and I had free rein to explore her sexy-ass body. Her entire body flushed pink under my predatory gaze, making my dick pulse with gratification.
My mouth descended on one round globe as my hand massaged the other. I gave her nipple a firm suck first then flicked my tongue over the slick bud, watching her mouth fall open and her head loll to the side. Humming with satisfaction, I trapped the darkened peak between my teeth, tugging until her back arched up off the bed of the truck and she cried out with pleasure.
“Oh, my God, yes,” she moaned, tangling her fingers in my messy mop. “Don’t fucking stop, rockstar. That’s it.”
Stop? I chuckled to myself. As if I could.
Kissing my way over to the other nipple, I repeated the routine to give both equal treatment. My cock was lined up precisely over her center and as I worshipped her tits, I couldn’t help but rub myself against her, the heat from her pussy radiating through her jeans. Jeans that needed to fucking go…
I reached down between our bodies, my fingers fumbling with the button and zipper, then slid my hand inside the denim and silky lace, groaning when my fingers found her drenched to the core.
“So fucking wet,” I mumbled, her nipple still captured between my teeth.
“Yessss,” she hissed, as I started to glide my fingers through her arousal, spreading her juices all over her pussy and clit.
I slipped one finger inside her tight, slick core and she moaned loudly, pulling my hair forcefully. Returning my mouth to hers, I kissed her slow and sensual, matching the rhythm of my finger stroking in and out of her. My dick throbbed even harder, desperate to know how mind-blowing it’d feel to be surrounded by her sweet heat.
“Driving me crazy,” I rasped against her lips, mustering up the courage to tell her. “I need — ”
“Everett! Are you out here? Where the h ell did you go?” Ashlynn shouted from the parking lot, her voice reaching us seconds before I heard the crunch of gravel under her feet.
“Fuck!” I growled, hastily rolling off of Belle while trying to cover her with the blanket at the same time. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”
Quickly pulling my pants up from around my ankles, I shot up to standing, hoping to keep my sister from coming any closer.
“I’m right here,” I announced, my chest heaving and my heart pounding. “What’s going on?”
Ashlynn stopped mid-stride and crossed her arms over her chest, scowling. “It’s almost time for the big countdown and we’re supposed to be on stage for it. Remember?”
I glanced down at my watch and saw that it was fifteen ‘til twelve. Fuck, I’d forgotten all about Uncle Marcus telling us he wanted us to lead the countdown. “Yeah, okay. Give me just a minute and I’ll be there.”
“What are you doing out here anyway?” my sister asked, cocking her eyebrow suspiciously. “You been gone all night. Are you—” Her eyes grew wide as they focused in on my still raging-hard erection beneath my jeans. “No fucking way. Say it ain’t so, big brother.”
“Ashlynn, go back up to the bar. I’ll be there in a minute,” I gritted through my teeth, before stealing a peek down at where Belle lay unmoving, clasping the blanket over her bare chest.
Rolling her eyes, my sister shook her head and turned around, sauntering back toward the party. As soon as she was out of earshot, I turned to apologize, but Belle was already frantically putting her shirt back on and fastening her jeans.
“Hey, wait, slow down,” I coaxed, reaching out to gently grab her arm.
“I’m sorry, Everett,” she whispered, moving out of my reach, refusing to look up at me. “I don’t know what got into me. I don’t, uh, usually act like this. I just need to go.”
Then, before I could think of what to say, something to make her stay, she jumped down out of the truck and disappeared into the bright lights of the bar. Grumbling, I locked up the truck and
Lee Iacocca, Catherine Whitney