Hold On to Me

“See you later, sugar.”

She huffed. “That southern drawl of yours is trouble, you know.”

John winked. “I know. The girls seem to love it. Sometimes I even lay it on thick.”

That shut her right up. All she could think about was Sarah in that moment, working her red lips and huge breasts. Where did this jealousy come from?

“Alright … You want to play like that? Fine. The boys around here seem to like blonde hair, short shorts and tanned legs, which I have plenty of.” She winked back “See you later, playboy.”

Alyssa sashayed away, adding a little extra sway to her hips knowing John was watching. Not even a second later, a strong arm wrapped around her stomach and she was pulled up against a solid chest. A flood of sensations ran through her. John was the first to ever evoke an emotion from her with his touch. His hand pressed tight to her stomach, and she found herself liking the feel of him much more than she should.

“Alyssa,” he breathed through her hair. “Don’t play with me like that.” He nipped her ear. “I’ve wanted you since that day at your house weeks ago, and watching you walk away like that, teasing me, makes me want you even more. So much more I would take you right now if I could.”

“What did I do?” she asked innocently. John pressed her against his truck again, her hands flattened and held her up.

John’s hand slid down her shorts and cupped her pussy, his fingers fanning out and skirting across her creamy thigh. She squeezed her legs together and arched her hips back, her ass pressing into his cock. “I think you know exactly what you were doing.” He thrust into her from behind and she groaned. “You’re lucky we’re outside or else I’d fuck you right now. You have no idea how bad I’ve been dying to get inside you. So instead, how about I just get you off a little until later?”

John began rubbing her clit in circles. “Johnny … you can’t.” She rotated her hips on his hand, wanting more.

“Do you really want me to stop?”

She shook her head. “No,” was a whisper on her lips. “But what if someone sees us?” She was so close to finishing. Just a little more …

“No one will.” He whispered in her ear.

“Johnny … I’m close … right there …”

The painful ache in John’s dick forced him to step back and not finish off what he started. He had to or else he would have pulled her into his truck and fucked her senseless.

Alyssa almost crumbled to the floor. “What … what the hell are you doing?”

He popped a kiss to her cheek and turned to walk away. “See you later,” he jumped in his truck and drove off, leaving Alyssa breathless.

Another week had come and gone without a hitch. Alyssa had planned her schedule out so the majority of the nights she worked at Roxie’s she had her mother’s car. Juggling work and school would take some practice, but she was sure she could manage. Ben was sweet enough to offer to drive her to work if something came up. That was a plus.

Now, it was early Saturday morning, she had the day off and was feeling a bit fatigued. Alyssa threw another piece of white cheddar popcorn into her mouth while she sat on the couch. She’d eaten nearly half the bag for breakfast already.

Rolling the bag shut, she brushed off her shirt and grabbed her bottle of water and took a sip. As she capped it shut, a knock sounded at the door. Alyssa paused, pursing her lips together, wondering who it could be.

Standing up, she looked down at what she was wearing—a white camisole and plaid pajama pants. She hadn’t yet brushed her hair, so she could only imagine what she looked like. Another couple of knocks sounded before she opened the door.

“Well, good mornin’ to you.” John said, smiling. He eyed her up and down and then frowned. “Why aren’t you ready?”

Alyssa paused. “Ready for what, exactly?”

“Umm to go muddin’?” He said, stating the obvious.

A loud huff broke from her lips and her hand slid from the door to the handle. “You’re kidding me, right? I told you I don’t play in the mud.”

“Do you have other plans? And you’re answer better be no.”

A slow smile spread across her mouth.

“Alyssa,” he growled, stepping forward.

She put her hand up, laughing. “Relax, I don’t have any.”

“Go ahead and get changed. I’ll wait here.”