I found myself letting my hand grasp at his hair, trying to press him into me harder as I started to rock my hips.
The next moment, he was moving his tongue in tandem with my rhythm. It felt like all of my muscles were unwinding, but shivers ran up my spine all at the same time.
I’d never even imagined that it could feel this way, and here it was, happening in plain sight for anyone to drive by and see.
He was exploring my body with his tongue, getting more acquainted with me in broad daylight than I’d been with my closest friends and the crushes I had. I kept rocking my hips further, wanting him deeper and deeper, but soon I felt him resisting, his tongue wandering away from the depths I wanted it in. I subtly tried to make him go deeper, but he gave a firm murmur when he felt me trying to change his direction.
Then my hand gripped the steering wheel, hard, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as Jason wrapped a hand around my back to keep me from falling backwards. He’d just stuck his tongue somewhere close to the outside of my cunt, up along the top, and whatever he’d just hit, the ecstasy that shot through my body was dizzying.
I couldn’t help but let out a sharp gasp, and in the next instant my heart nearly stopped at the sound of a car approaching.
No, not now, any time but now, I begged as I felt sweat on my forehead. I was too out of it to look back, though, and to my horror, Jason wasn’t stopping.
What if it’s the sheriff? What if he pulls up and finds me like this? I’m practically a moonshiner now, and on top of that there’s a hardened criminal in my—
“Ahhh-AAAHHHHH!”
I fell backwards, laying down on the seat of my truck as an orgasm unlike any other I’d ever experienced boiled over and shocked my whole body.
My hand shoved Jason’s whole face into my pussy, my legs wrapped around his back and pulled him towards me as my muscles tightened, and I felt his hand covering my mouth as tears rolled down my cheeks while I heard whatever car was rolling by drive past the truck.
My face burned like never before, even as the orgasm surged up from my pussy and into every limb. I probably knew whoever just drove by, and I’d just let out a loud shout while a stranger and criminal ate my pussy. What if their window had been down? What if they’d seen?
The sudden shocks that washed over my body told me those thoughts were only helping me along to even more orgasms—and Jason wasn’t letting up down there. If anything, he’d become more aggressive.
The criminal I’d let into my shorts was relentless in pushing me over the threshold of coming over and over again, his tongue doing more in minutes than my own fingers could in an hour. I lost track of how long the flicking and stroking went on, but by the time I finally felt utterly exhausted, I was sitting in the dirt on the ground.
Pushing him gently away from my sopping wet cunt, I hoisted myself up on the step-bar and stared into his eyes.
They were cocky. I was panting, my whole body glistening from what he’d just given me and my denim shorts still around my ankles, and the bastard was just looking right back at me with an easy confidence that made me want to cram him up against my cunt all over again. I’d never felt this relaxed in my life.
Then my heart missed a beat when I remembered that we must have been down there a long time, and my ears pricked at the sound of a car driving down the road around the corner in the distance.
Jason stood up suddenly. I wanted to reach up after him, drag him back down with me, but he pushed my hand down, suddenly alert to whatever was approaching.
Even as he wiped my cum from his face, I saw his hand go to the back of his belt and stay there, his hawkish eyes glaring out to the road as if he were a sentry looming over me.
“What the fuck, Jason, are you insane?!” I hissed, heart suddenly racing again as I realized he may well be reaching for a weapon. I hadn’t seen what was under his jacket, after all.
He shot me a look for half an instant, and at first I thought there was a threat in it, but then his hand slid back down and he walked around to the other side of the car.
“What’s your name?”
I blinked, dumbfounded, before it dawned on me that I hadn’t even told this guy who I was.
“Heather,” I finally said, “Heather Bradley.”
“Get in the car, Heather,” he ordered in a firm but commanding voice, “and don’t take off too fast, but do it quick.”
I sprang to my feet and pulled my pants up, cursing under my breath. The keys were still in the ignition, so I cranked the engine and took off before Jason even had time to shut the passenger-side door.
By the time we were turning into my driveway, I just saw the front bumper of the sheriff’s car turning onto the street.
What kind of man did I just let under my roof? The thought couldn’t stop running through my head after we’d hidden the truck in the barn.
He’d been ready to pull a gun on a lawman. He was scruffy, pierced, and tattooed, and he was a moonshiner to boot. And in the span of about fifteen minutes, I’d agreed to hide his contraband and let him do things to me no man had ever done before.
Ain’t the kind of man I raised you to let into your life, I could hear my Pa’s voice in my head. But here we were, sitting in the kitchen and sharing some of the moonshine Jason had promised over dinner.