Ride: Hearts Wild Series

fingers over the plane of her stomach until she found the juncture of her thighs. With two fingers, she caressed her bud and arched into the touch. Like she had done when he touched her there.

In the dim light of the stormy afternoon, he could see the shine of her juices on her lower lips, and he licked his own lips, dying for a taste of her. When he couldn't control himself any longer, he lowered himself between her legs and lapped her core, pushing his tongue into her with all the ferocity of a wild animal. Just as quickly, though, she pushed him away.

"What’s wrong?” he asked.

She shook her head, the damp curtain of her hair slapping her face. “I just… I just wanted to look at you.”

The sweet smile on her face was too much, and he grasped the back of her neck and pulled her to his lips, kissing her so deeply that his head swam.

When he pulled away, he said, "You want me to lick you, too."

"I do. My pussy tastes good on your tongue." She swept her tongue into his mouth again, twirling it around so that she could taste every angle of him. He bit her bottom lip, if only to keep himself from fucking her right then and there.

His ears were pounding, drowning out every noise but his own insistent heartbeat and the thundering of his blood. This was beyond want. This was pure, animalistic need.

Gently, he pushed her back and dove between her thighs, pushing her hand aside even despite her insistence. In the background, he heard another crack of loud, angry thunder, but he didn't care.

Her fingers weaved into his hair as he lapped her center, up and down, until he pulled back and massaged her thighs. His lips found a tiny mole on her inner thigh and he sucked the spot, hoping to create a mark to match the one on her neck. That mark was for the rest of the world, so they'd look at her and know that she was his. This one? This was all for her. So that whenever she looked at her pussy—when she was changing or naked or bathing—she could remember the feel of his lips. Of his tongue gliding along her slit. Of the way he plunged into her until she shook and moaned and still didn't stop. Because he never, ever wanted to stop touching her.

"I'm going to lose it," she rasped. Her fingers had a vice grip on his hair, but he didn't care. She could pull at him until he was bald. His tongue continued to fuck her insistently, and every quake of her thighs was a little confirmation of his prowess. A little reminder that Zoe was well and truly his.

When he was done, he pulled her close to him then dragged her back until she was flush with the back of the cab. Gently, he cupped her bottom and pulled her onto his lap so that her hot pussy was only inches from his cock. He sat cross-legged on the steel truck bed, and she circled him with her legs, stabilizing him in place before moving to kiss his throat and ear.

For a long moment, they said nothing. He just felt the wave of warmth that surged through him at every new, gentle kiss she gave him. He breathed deep, loving the scent of her—something sweet and clean that wasn’t tainted by the salt and earth of the rain. When she kissed the base of his neck, he took her face in his hands again, and as he pulled her in to feel her lips, he gripped her hip and guided her onto him.

It was slow at first, and she moaned as he slid deeper and deeper into her, her tight channel stretching to accommodate him. “God, this feels even better than I—” Her breath caught when he’d buried himself to the hilt, and he pulsed inside her, filling her with his thick length. She shuddered on top of him, bucking slightly before relaxing onto him again.

Still, he pulled her in for another kiss. Their bodies would find a rhythm with each other without either of them thinking about it—he knew it instinctively. And if he kissed her now and focused on the slow drag of his tongue over the slit of her mouth, then maybe he could keep himself from pulling her hips against him so hard that she bruised.

There would be times when he wanted and needed to have her that way—fast and furious—but right now wasn’t one of those times. He tweaked one of her nipples between his forefinger and thumb and then rubbed the pad of his palm against the underside of her breast, smiling as she rolled into him again, pushing herself still deeper onto his cock.

“Kiss me. I want to feel your lips,” he ground out. And with his thumb still gliding back and forth over her sensitized nipple, she bent down and met his lips, only breaking away occasionally to let out little gasps. His other hand stroked the length of her abdomen until he reached her other breast and took it in hand as well, working her tender skin until her gasps turned into gentle whimpers. She drove onto him over and over again, meeting every pinch of her stiff cherry tips with an insistent plunge. Her pussy quaked against his shaft so hard that he nearly lost himself in her heat. But still, he kept kissing her.

As much as he wanted those kisses to be soft and meaningful, he couldn't contain himself for long. Not with the way she moved against him.

And once again, he knew it was all for him. When she spoke, it was as if she'd read his mind. "This is what I was thinking about when you watched me before. Me on top of you, giving you every little bit of pleasure you could ever want." She pulled away, almost until he was completely removed from her, then with maddening prowess, she squeezed his head with her tight pussy, bobbing herself up and down on his sensitive tip.

"Jesus, Zoe, I—"

She hushed him then without warning, pulled him in so completely that he nearly came right then and there. Zoe grabbed edge of the frame behind her, and once she'd completely braced herself, she pushed in and out of him with all her might, putting her body on full display as she fucked him. Even in the darkness of the night, he could see every inch of her body as she placed her feet on either side of him. The smoothness of her legs. The cute brown mole on her inner thigh and…

And his cock moving in and out of her as she fucked him harder and harder still. He braced her hips, trying his best to control himself, but everywhere he looked only made it that much harder not to come. The way she moved made her breasts bounce up and down like she'd put them on display just for him. And her face as she moved was even more heart-shattering. That pouty mouth of hers was a perfect o as she clenched harder, her cheeks getting darker by the second as the pace quickened and she—

Fuck.

The world swam in front of his eyes as the walls of her pussy shook so hard against him that he couldn't control himself anymore. He joined her in her orgasm, watching the racking swell of pleasure consume her. Listening as she finally shrieked his name so loud he was sure the car windows might break. He gripped her breasts, her hips, anything he could get a purchase on, and the need surged through him, burrowing deep in his core before shooting through his muscles and centering again on his pulsing, needy cock.

He fucked her so hard that he would have been amazed if she could move afterward, but based on the desperate gleam in her eye, neither of them cared what happened next. All that mattered was right now. The come shot through him hard and fast as a wave of euphoria rushed through all of his muscles. When he finally lay back, Zoe didn't move from him. Instead, she remained on his lap, his cock still twitching and spent inside her as she collapsed onto his chest. He listened in the silence as her panting became even, normal breaths, and when he was sure she'd come back down, he caressed her long mane of blond hair.

Ten

Once she pulled up to the bed and breakfast in Nag's Head, Zoe knew instantly why her sister might be drawn to the place.

Carriage houses with window boxes filled with fresh wildflowers dotted the property, and each had a little cobblestone path that led to the main house.

"I called ahead. We should be in cabin four," Ian said. "I'm just going to duck in and grab a key, but you can go ahead if you want."

She made her way down the path to the little baby blue building and took a deep breath.