THIRTY-FIVE ROWAN

THIRTY-FIVE

Rowan

WE DRIVE AROUND AIMLESSLY AT FIRST until I come across a state park entrance, where I pull in. The parking lot is mostly empty, thanks to it being the day after Thanksgiving, and everyone is with family or out shopping—or whatever it is people do during the Thanksgiving weekend. Plus, it’s fucking cold and clouds have been rolling in all morning, making the sky dark and ominous.

I drive along the path that winds through the park, pulling into a small lot that faces a lake, and when I shut off the engine, I turn to look at Arabella. She’s wearing a soft smile and her gaze is kind of hazy.

Without hesitation I undo my seat belt and lean in, kissing her. Cupping the side of her face, gliding my fingers across her soft, smooth skin. She opens for me, our tongues meeting, and I shift in my seat, already impatient.

When it comes to Arabella, I’m always impatient.

She eventually undoes her seat belt, shifting forward so she can press her body against mine and I haul her into my arms, making her squeal. Within seconds she’s on my lap, straddling me, our breaths coming fast as she leans in, pressing her forehead against mine.

“I’ve never made out with someone in a car before,” she whispers, pressing her mouth against mine. “This is fun.”

I shift beneath her, trying to get her off my hard dick but it’s no use. She’s everywhere, all over me, and do I really want her to move?

Hell no.

Resting my hands on her waist, I slip my fingers beneath the hem of her sweater, but she’s got an oversized denim jacket on over it and it’s getting in the way.

“You need to get rid of the jacket,” I tell her.

She whips it off, tossing it into the back seat.

“Maybe you should get rid of your coat,” she suggests.

I take it off, shoving it behind my seat.

“And your hoodie.”

“But I don’t have anything on under the hoodie.” It’s like she knew.

Arabella grins. “Perfect.”

I slowly shrug out of the sweatshirt, never taking my gaze away from Arabella’s, only when I whip the hoodie over my head. She tracks my every move, her lips parted, her eyes dilated. My girl is turned on.

I blink at her, startled by my thoughts. Calling her my girl .

But that’s what she is. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else even talking to her, let alone touching her. Kissing her.

She doesn’t realize I’m having a total moment. She’s too focused on my bare chest. I watch her as she takes off her glasses and carefully sets them on the dashboard before facing me once more. Without warning she leans in and brushes her mouth across my collarbone, delivering sweet, open-mouthed kisses on my skin.

Pressing my head into the seat, I close my eyes, savoring the feel of her damp lips on my chest. Her tongue. She said she liked licking me and she’s proving that fact in this very moment. I cup the back of her head with both of my hands, sliding my fingers into the silky strands of her hair, and she tilts her head back, her gaze on mine.

“Should we do it right now?” she asks, breathless.

I frown. “Do what?”

“Have sex.” She buries her face against my neck, her mouth moving when she speaks, making me shiver. “Tell me you have condoms.”

I do. I had Pat buy me some a few days ago, and I owe that man big. But do I want to have sex with Arabella for the first time in a car?

“Not yet,” I tell her.

She lifts away from my neck. “Why not?”

“I don’t want to do it in the back seat. I’ll be cramped up.”

“We can do it right here.” She reaches in between us, settling her hand right over my dick. It flexes beneath her touch. “It would be so hot, don’t you think?”

Everything she does to me, with me, is hot as fuck. “Someone could catch us.”

“That makes it even more exciting.” She tries to look through the window, but it’s covered in condensation. “No one is out there. We’re safe.”

Fuck, I sound like a girl in my own thoughts, but …

“I wanted tonight to be special. For your birthday.”

And for myself. Arabella and I have done all kinds of things. We’ve done everything but have actual sex, but still … I want this first experience between us to happen tonight. After the party. In a bed. Where we can get naked and explore each other’s bodies for hours. And if we want to have sex three times, then we can do it.

I don’t want my first time with Arabella—my first time ever—to be a quick fuck in my car. We can do that later.

“You are so sweet,” she murmurs, kissing me. “You act all grumpy and possessive but there’s a romantic soul buried deep inside you.”

I part my lips, ready to protest, but she kisses me before I can. And anyway …

I think she might be right. But I only have these romantic feelings for her.

“How about I give you a blowjob,” she whispers against my lips. “You can push the seat back—I’d probably fit, don’t you think?”

Bells glances over her shoulder, checking out the floorboard before she turns to face me again. “That way every time you drive this car, you’ll remember the time I had my mouth full of your dick. Right here.”

Jesus. I break out in a sweat at the mental image her words conjure up.

“But it’s your birthday,” I remind her, my voice weak. A man can only take so much, but turning down a blowjob?

“I want to.” She smiles. “I think you’ve gone down on me enough times over the last few days that I owe you.”

“I wasn’t keeping count.”

Her hand settles on the front of my sweats, fingers curling around my cock. “Maybe I was. Are you going to let me do this or do you want to wait until later?”

Is she making fun of me for what I said earlier? Fuck it, I don’t care.

Reaching toward the side of the seat, I hit the button and push it so the seat slides all the way back. “I’m down.”

She laughs, brushing the hair away from her face and looking like a total smoke show. Like the girl of all my secret sexual fantasies. “I knew you would be.”

Once I’ve readjusted the steering wheel, she’s kneeling in front of me, my sweats pulled down and my dick waving in front of her face. She grabs hold of the base and gives it a firm squeeze, sliding her tongue along her lips as she stares at it.

Fuck. All I wanna do is stuff my cock between her lips and choke her with it, but I need to play it cool.

“You seriously have the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen.” She lets go of the base to trace her index finger along the flared head.

“The prettiest?” I am literally sweating, dying for her to suck me deep.

“It’s perfect. Like, I could look up the word penis in the dictionary and there would be a photo of your dick accompanying the definition.”

“You say the craziest shit,” I murmur, shaking my head.

“Keeps life interesting, don’t you think?” Her mischievous gaze locks with mine and I’m about to reply when she grabs hold of my cock and wraps her lips around just the head. Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks me deep, and I bump my head against the seat, closing my eyes.

But then I realize I can’t watch her and that’s my favorite thing to do so I open my eyes once more, my focus on her lips. How they slide up and down my shaft as she takes me as deep into her mouth as she can. She braces her hands on the inside of my thighs, her touch burning my skin. Burning me alive. It’s so fucking hot in this car and she’s so fucking hot, sucking me off like it’s her favorite thing to do.

Maybe it is. With Arabella, I wouldn’t doubt it. She’s not afraid to ask for what she wants, and I like that about her. I like a lot of things about her.

I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with her.

Reaching out, I brush her hair away from her face, holding it so I can see more clearly. She lifts her gaze to mine, that knowing look in her eye before she grips me tight with her fingers and bobs her head up and down, increasing her speed.

I’m already close. It takes only a few minutes for her to push me right over the edge every damn time and this moment in the car is no exception. Being all cramped up in my car while parked at a public park makes it even hotter. I lift my hips, needing her deeper, wanting her to suck harder, and as if she can read my mind, she does exactly that, her mouth like a fucking vacuum, her fingers squeezing around my shaft. She practically gags on my dick at one point and her eyes water, her gaze lifting to mine once more.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn her but she never lifts away. She’s a good girl who drinks every last drop. My stomach muscles constrict, my balls fucking tingle, and then it’s happening. I’m coming with a shout, bracing my hand on the ceiling of the car, my cock throbbing as I unload in her mouth. She parts her lips at one point, letting me see the cum still in her mouth, and fuck me, I groan the loudest I think I’ve ever groaned.

“Now who’s the screamer, hmm?” she says once I’m done and I’m sitting there like a boneless heap, unable to move. She braces her hands on my knees and somehow gets herself over the console and back into the passenger seat, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She reaches for the to-go coffee cup sitting in the cup holder and takes a sip. “Did you like it?”

I can only gape at her, unable to speak. Did I like it? I freaking loved it.

“It’s not like you to be silent, Rowan. Did I just give you the best blowjob of your life or what?” She is grinning, pleased with herself.

Unable to resist, I reach for her, gripping the back of her head as I give her a long, tongue-filled kiss. We kiss and kiss until my cock acts like it wants more action and finally, reluctantly, I pull away from her delicious lips.

“We should go back to the house,” I mumble, shoving my semi-hard dick back into my sweats before I dive behind the seat to grab my hoodie.

“But it’s not two o’clock yet.”

“I’ll drive slow,” I reassure her and when our gazes meet, I wonder if I look as dopey and as dreamy as she did back at the coffee shop. Because that’s how I feel. I’m in a fucking haze with this girl.

And I don’t mind. Not one bit.