19. Quentin

19

QUENTIN

T he bus drives away down the highway with a final toot of its horn. But I hardly hear it over the thumping of my heart. I have Charlie in my arms, and that’s all that matters.

Her warm body presses against mine, and I run my hands over her hips and up her back as I kiss the heck out of her.

She’s soft and pliant, and my body responds to her with a desire so strong I can’t help but grind into her, needing to feel her against me.

A car whizzes past and beeps its horn. I break away from Charlie, and she giggles. Her makeup is smudged with what I hope are happy tears, and I wipe one away with her thumb.

“Come on. Let’s go back to the hotel.”

I take her hand, but she resists my pull. When I turn back to her, a cheeky smile dances over her lips.

“Why wait?”

She steps toward me, and her hand slides over my chest. Her fingertips send heat coursing through me even through the t-shirt I’m wearing.

The backs of my thighs hit the front of the truck and she presses herself against me, crushing her body against mine.

My hands grab her hips, and even through the layers of clothes she feels amazing. Her fingers explore my chest until they hook under the bottom of my t-shirt. She starts to lift it up, and I put my hand up.

“Whoa, hold up. We can’t do this here.”

She fixes me with her cheeky smile, and her eyebrows rise in a challenge.

“Why not?”

I glance around us at the dark fields and the lights of the highway that stretch in both directions with cars speeding past.

“Because we’re on the side of the road.”

Even as I say it she grinds into me, and my dick pays attention. My pulse quickens at what she seems to be suggesting. Taking her right here, on the side of the road where anyone driving past could see us.

Charlie leans in until her warm breath grazes my ear. At the same time her fingers slide under my t-shirt, and her touch on my bare skin is like a blast of heat inside of me.

“Come on, sergeant,” she whispers into my ear. “Live a little.”

She nibbles at my earlobe and her fingers travel up my torso and squeeze one nipple, sending new explosions of sensation through my body.

“Charlie…”

I can’t resist her. I’ve held out for too long, and my defenses are weakened. But I’m not letting her seduce me. This time, I’m taking control.

I launch myself off the front of the truck, and she stumbles at the sudden move. I catch her in my arms and practically drag her around the side of the truck.

We’re shielded here. No cars flying past will see what we’re up to behind the truck, and there’s nothing but dark fields in front of us.

I push her up against the side of the vehicle and run my hands down her leather-clad body.

“You want me to take you here on the side of the road?”

I nip at her throat as I say it, and she tilts her head back as a soft moan escapes her lips.

“Yes, Quentin.”

My hand slides up the side of her breast, and I squeeze it through the leather. She responds with another moan that makes my dick twitch. But I hesitate.

“But it’s your first time, Charlie. You should be on a bed with rose petals around you.”

She chuckles her throaty laugh. “Stop over-thinking it, Quentin. It’s what we both want.”

As she says it, her hand snakes down my torso and squeezes my hard dick. There’s no denying what I want. What we both want.

I should take her back to the hotel and make it sweet for her. But she’s leaning against the truck, her eyes dark with desire, breathless and needy.

Her hand slides over the bulge in my pants.

“Give in to your desires for once. Live in the moment.”

She makes it sound so easy. And maybe it is.

I take a deep breath and let all the concern about doing the right thing go. Charlie’s in front of me, and I want her. And I’m going to take her.

My dick stirs beneath her touch, and I kiss her hard. My hand snakes up the bare skin of her neck and I grasp her around the throat, kissing her roughly. She whimpers into my mouth, and when I pull away, we’re both panting hard.

Slowly I unzip her leather jacket, exposing her pale chest and cleavage. I expect to find the cotton of a t-shirt, but when I unzip the jacket all the way, her breasts fall out, two bare orbs, the dusky nipples standing to attention.

She giggles at the astonished look on my face.

“You’re not wearing anything under your jacket.”

I can’t take my eyes off her breasts. The nipples are perfect peaks that harden under my gaze.

“Have you been like this all day?”

“My t-shirt got wet,” she says wryly.

A memory of the shower this morning flashes through my head and makes me twitch with desire.

“And the bra? Why aren’t you wearing a bra?”

Charlie shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I didn’t bring a spare.”

The thought of Charlie wearing nothing on top all day but her leather jacket makes my dick ache.

I can’t resist anymore. I grasp one swollen nipple in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the hard peak.

She moans and I move my attention to the other nipple, loving the taste of her. Her hands tangle in my hair as I explore her glorious breasts with my mouth.

A car passes us by, and I barely notice. There’s nothing in my awareness but the woman before me and the whimpers she makes as I caress her breasts, sucking each nipple into my mouth as my hands run over her skin.

I kiss down to her belly, and my fingers trace the outline of her leather pants.

“Please tell me you’re wearing panties.”

She chuckles. “You’ll have to find out.”

My hands tear at her zipper in my haste to see all of her. I want to touch every part of Charlie, to leave my mark and claim her as my own.

I undo the zipper and roll down the top of her leather pants. A flash of bright pink lace greets me. My heart races at the sight.

“Glad to see you brought spare panties.”

She arches an eyebrow. “I’m not an animal.”

I peel her trousers down and my hand slides around her butt, expecting to find the fabric of her panties, but instead I grab a handful of bare skin.

My breath hitches. My fingers trace the line of her panties, and I pull back to look at her.

“You’re wearing a g-string.”

A cheeky smile lights up her eyes. This woman’s full of surprises, and I’m the lucky guy who gets to uncover them.

“Jesus Charlie…”

She’s so perfect, and she doesn’t even know it. My cock twitches with every new discovery, impatient to claim her. But I’m also enjoying unwrapping her.

“What other surprises have you got for me?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

I kneel in front of her and peel her pants down her legs until they snag on her oversized boots.

“These need to come off.”

I take my time undoing the laces. From down here I’m eye level with her pink lace-covered mound. The wind changes and her scent fills my nostrils, making my heartbeat faster.

I pull the first boot off, and she’s got those damn fluffy pink socks on under her boots.

“You like the color pink.”

She puts a finger to her lips. “Don’t tell anyone. It might ruin my reputation as a badass.”

I chuckle. She’s making me laugh at the same time as driving me wild with desire. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found her.

I pull the second boot off and slide her leather pants down and off her feet.

I stand up and fold them neatly, and I’m about to open the door and place them in the passenger seat when Charlie grabs them off me and chucks them to the ground.

“They’re only pants, Quentin,” she says impatiently. “It doesn’t matter if they get dirty.”

She hitches her fingers under her panties and starts to pull them down, but I stop her hands.

“Oh no. Those stay on.”

She’s too sexy wearing nothing but her lacy underwear and the leather jacket hanging open. Even the fluffy socks look perfect on her.

I step back and catch my breath, admiring the woman before me.

“God you’re beautiful, Charlie. Really fucking beautiful.”

She smiles coyly. “Did you just swear?”

“I fucking did. That’s what you do to me.”

A breeze makes her shiver and I go to her, sliding my hands under her jacket and around her back.

“Hey,” she says. “I’m not the only one getting naked here.”

She gently pushes me back, and I almost stumble in the dark. She strides forward and hooks my t-shirt, pulling it over my head.

Her hands run over my torso, and I love the heat in her eyes. My muscles tense at her touch, making the ink or my tattoos dance in the shadows.

“You got any tattoos?” I ask. I haven’t seen any on her.

“You’ll have to find out for yourself.”

Her hands reach for my belt buckle, and slowly she undoes me. My cock’s sticking straight out, leaving a wet patch on my boxers.

I groan as she takes me between her palms, stroking me from base to tip. If she keeps on like this I’m going to lose it, and I’m not ready for that yet.

I take her hands and pull her away from my throbbing cock. I push her roughly back against the side of the truck.

“Turn around.”

My voice is tense, and her eyes widen. But I’m done playing games. I need to show this woman what she means to me and that I’m in charge here.

She does as she’s told, spinning to face the side of the truck.

Her jacket covers her butt cheeks, and her thick thighs are tantalizing in the dim light.

“Put your hands against the van and spread your legs.”

I expect resistance, but Charlie does as she’s told.

The jackets rides up, and her perfect butt cheeks wink at me in the moonlight. A thin piece of pink lace nestles between them, framing them in the delicate fabric.

My heart hammers against my chest. She’s perfection. Waiting for my command.

I chuckle. “I found your tattoo.” On her left butt cheek there’s a yin and yang symbol, perfectly round. It suits her to perfection. The hardness and the softness.

I trace it with my finger, and she gasps.

“You found one of them.”

She throws me a look over her shoulder that’s all sass. I’m going to wipe that cheeky look off her face.

My hand slides between her legs, and I cup her mound. It’s warm in my hand and the lace tickles my skin. Charlie gasps, and her mouth pops open. I press my body behind her so my mouth is by her ear.

“You’re going to stay like this with your hands up until I say you can move.”

My hand strokes her through her panties, and they grow wet under my touch.

She whimpers, but I need more from her.

“What was that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sergeant.”

I reward her by sinking to my knees. My jeans are half off and my knees graze the ground. But I don’t care. Down here, the scent of Charlie’s arousal fills my senses and lends an urgency to what we’re doing.

I run my fingers over her pussy, but I need to get in, to taste her.

“Tip your hips back.”

She does as she’s told, and I scoot around so that I’m sitting between her thighs. I slide in between her legs and kiss her soft thighs.

Charlie moans, and I pick up one of her legs and drop it over my shoulder. Then I slide the edge of her panties back with a finger.

But this woman has another surprise for me. Instead of springy hair, there’s nothing but smooth skin under her panties.

My breath catches.

“Who did you do this for?” Jealousy surges in me, unrestrained and sudden.

Charlie gives a low chuckle.

“Relax. I did it for me. I like the feel of it when I touch myself. When I touch myself thinking about you.”

Heat zings through my body imagining Charlie rubbing herself. My cock jerks, and I almost lose it.

This woman is too much.

I press my mouth to her bare mound and silence her with my tongue.

Charlie gives a yelp of surprise and her hips buck. I keep the pressure light, giving her time to get used to the sensation.

When I feel her relax, I grab her ass and pull her onto my tongue. She tastes like sweetness and life and leather, and I can’t get enough.

My fingers sink into her soft butt cheeks, and I tilt her back and forth so she’s riding my tongue.

“Quentin…”

She moans my name and it touches something in my chest, making me feel lighter and spurring me on. I’ll do this every day for the rest of my life if only she’ll moan my name like that.

The night breeze makes the hair on my exposed legs stand on end, but I need the chill air to calm my overheated body.

I use one finger to slide inside her and then another, getting her ready to take me.

Charlie finds her own rhythm as she slides over my tongue.

“Can I move my hands?” she asks, a plea in her voice. I break away to tell her no. And instead she slams her fists against the side of the van.

“It’s too much,” she whines.

Then the orgasm claims her and she shouts my name into the wind as she explodes on my tongue, coating me with juices and nearly breaking my neck with the way her thighs clench around my head.

I crawl out from under her and pull her panties right off before spinning her around.

Her eyes are wide and dark, and for the first time Charlie is speechless. But we’re not done yet. With her juices still flowing, I press her against the van and kiss her hard.

My dick nestles between her thighs and she parts them, letting me in.

“Quentin…” she whimpers when we break the kiss. “I didn’t know it could feel that good.”

She’s looking at me with wide eyes like I’m a returning hero from battle, and my chest swells. I’ll be her hero every day just to have her look at me like that.

“We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

I slide my hand under her butt and lift one cheek up, lifting her leg and opening her thigh.

“You ready for this?”

She nods and presses her lips together. She’s nervous, but she won’t admit it.

My dick slides between her folds, and her head tilts back at the sensation. A hundred nerve endings spring to life and pre-cum shoots out of me, and I’m not even inside her yet.

I grab the base of my cock and guide it to her entrance.

A thought crosses my mind. “I don’t have a condom.”

Charlie shakes her head slowly, a smile on her face. “I don’t care, Quentin. I want this, and I want it now.”

I pause, breathing hard because I do too. But sex without a condom is irresponsible.

She leans forward and nibbles at my ear.

“Don’t over think it, sergeant. Live in the moment for once. “As she leans forward her body presses against mine, causing the tip of my cock to slide inside her.

The sensation is immediate. Pure pleasure courses through my body, and I grip the base of my dick tight before it detonates.

My eyes squeeze shut, because if I look at the beautiful woman before me with her perfect breasts winking in the moonlight, then I’m going to lose it.

Charlie kisses my earlobe. “Do it, sergeant,” she urges. “Make me your woman.”

Damn the consequences. An image of Charlie, her belly swollen with my baby, flashes in my mind. And I like it.

If those are the consequences, then I’m all in. Suddenly I don’t care that I might get her pregnant. I want to get her pregnant. I want this woman tied to me, with my children. I want a family with her, a future.

With a grunt, I thrust into Charlie. The warmth that envelopes me spreads through my body, and I don’t just feel it in my dick but in my heart and in my very soul.

Charlie cries out and I pause, worried I’ve hurt her. Her face scrunches up, and she tenses.

“Look at me, baby. Open your eyes.”

Her eyelids flick open, and we lock eyes. We’re both breathing hard, and for a few heartbeats we stare at each other.

Another car goes by, and the breeze sends a ripple of cool air over my backside.

Charlie’s shoulders relax, and her pussy releases its tight grip on me. Slowly, I move back and forward, finding the rhythm.

Another car passes, and the headlights bring her breasts into the light.

“You’re beautiful, Charlotte.”

I capture a nipple in my mouth, and she moans as I tease it with my tongue.

My hands grasp her hips and I brace my muscles, then lift her up. She gasps as the movement takes me deeper.

Then her thighs wrap around my hips. I push her against the truck, using it to take some of the weight and helping her to get the friction she needs.

We move together with the night surrounding us. The occasional whiz of a car passing sends a thrill through me every time.

Locked together, our bodies slam against each other as the pressure builds.

Charlie pants my name, and I don’t care if anyone is out here to hear us. All I care about is the pleasure that’s building in the base of my balls.

Then she explodes and her pussy tightens, and I can’t hold back any longer.

I let go, finally. I let go of all the pent up desire I’ve been carrying for this woman, the challenges, the sassy remarks, the yearning for her.

It explodes out of me, and I let out a loud bellow that sends a flock of nesting birds out of the power lines above us and into the sky.

“Charlie!” I cry into the night as I release all my desire into her.

She sags against me, trembling, and I ease her to the ground, keeping my arms wrapped tightly around her.

My knees are gritty with dirt, my t-shirt torn, and I don’t know where my underpants are.

But I don’t care. I have my woman and my new mission in life. To take care of her and make her happy.

As we stumble into our clothes, there’s a lightness in my chest I’ve never felt before.

I have Charlie, and I don’t care about the consequences.