The Real

“All in due time,” he promised as he lifted the front of my sweater and brushed his fingers along my stomach. I mourned the loss of his hand when he pulled it away to grip the wheel.

Cameron tapped his fingers to Kings of Leon “The Face” as we slowed to a stop at a light.

“God, I love this song. I swear Caleb’s voice is sex.” I began to sing along as Cameron drove on. The L train rumbled overhead as I got swept up in the moment and began jamming in my seat. I turned the music up loud and nodded my head.

It was only when I heard Cameron’s rumbling laughter over the music that I turned to look his way.

I paused the workings of my hands, that I realized were playing air guitar, as he drove on, openly laughing at me.

“What?”

He made quick work of pulling over. Once we were stopped—in a grocery store parking lot—I looked out the window in confusion. I was about to ask what he was doing when I was swept from the passenger seat and onto his lap.

I let out a squeak as he looked at me with a new smile. One I’d never seen.

“What in the world are you doing, Coach Bledsoe?”

“Me? What am I doing? Jesus, woman, you have got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” With no more explanation than that, he took my mouth so possessively that I had to push at his chest to get some air.

“That was some kiss,” I said with a smile.

“That was some show. Tell me, witchy woman, do you always rock out that hard in the car?”

Embarrassed I must have really gotten into it, I looked at him through my lashes. “I went geek on you, didn’t I?”

“Little bit, and it was fucking awesome.” His voice was low as he pushed my sweater down over my shoulder and drew my nipple into his mouth. I tilted my head back on a moan.

“Cameron,” I breathed as he sucked my nipple until I was pulsing with need. “Hey, we’re kind of in a parking lot.” He ignored my protest and sucked harder. “Cameron, what if someone sees?”

“Hold on, baby.” He reached behind my seat and pulled out a sun reflector to shield us from prying eyes. “They would have to look really,” he said, pushing his hips up against my clit, “hard.”

The music, the man, the anticipation. It was all so fucking perfect.

Seconds later, I was staring at Cameron’s straining cock as he freed it. I could see his arousal dripping over the tip, his breath heavy as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. His kiss went deep as he gripped my neck with one hand and yanked my sweater tights down with the other.

Once free, I saw him react, his eyes turning into liquid pools at the silk panties that lay underneath. I could see their fate and beat him to it as I looked around and quickly slipped them down my legs.

His voice was sexy gravel. “God, I’d give anything to feast on you right now.”

I gripped him firm in my hand and hovered before I slowly sank down onto him. We both exploded in movement.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” he said as he bit his lip.

I was gone, driven by need, and dazed by his words as he gave me more—more of him, more of us, more of everything that mattered.

“You’re so fucking hot. Ride my cock, baby.”

“Yessss,” I hissed as he invaded me with his eyes and conquered me with his body.

His eyes lit fire as he palmed my breasts and watched me pump and flex on top of him. I was full and frenzied as I raced toward my climax. We were a tangled mess of searching mouths and limbs before he thrust up and gripped my face while I balanced myself with one hand on the door and the other on the console. I rolled my hips and watched his eyes darken further.

“Fuck, fuck, Abbie, you feel so fucking incredible.” He nipped at my skin, unable to control his hard grip. Needy for more, I rode him faster while he pistoned his hips, holding me so close, I had no choice but to take all of him.

Our fucking was carnal but remained intimate as he grunted and murmured words of praise and worship. I was muttering nonsense, his pace maddening but rhythmic. My center slid along the edge of his cock as he filled me and overfilled me, his words spurring me on.

“Don’t stop,” I begged as I tilted my head back and bounced along his thighs, grinding myself as hard as I could, choking on the fullness of him. I spread myself wider on his lap and we both inhaled sharply as we hit another crescendo.

“Give it to me,” he ordered as he looked down to where we connected. His eyes flared as he watched me fuck him. With one hard thrust up, I tipped over and washed away on his lap, riding it out as far as I could take it as he grunted and finished inside me.