Jock Road (Jock Hard 3)

“Nope.” He’s only halfway paying attention to me, fixated on the task in front of him.

When my leggings are stripped off, I shiver from the cold—until Jackson rises up on his knees, crawling forward to settle between my legs. Hands working the fly of his jeans.

It’s not as easy for Jackson to shuck his pants—the guy is well over six feet tall, jammed into the cab of a truck, twisted up like a pretzel. Still, together, we manage it.

His giant, calloused hand slides under my shirt, warming my skin and getting me hot all over. I love his palms. I love his fingers.

“I love you,” I whisper into the cab of the truck as he sets about removing my shirt. Drapes himself over my body, kissing my flesh along the way. Saying it back, quietly. Tenderly.

I slide my hands over his back, pressing my fingertips into his ass; grasp his t-shirt and pull, dragging it over his head so we’re both naked.

God, his body is ridiculous—firm and taut. There won’t ever come a day where I tire of it.

“You feel so good, babe,” Jackson coos above me, reaching his finger between our bodies and pressing his thumb over that hot button on my clit until I moan.

“God, if you’re not careful, I’ll come before you’re inside.”

He smiles into my hair. Kisses my neck. Nips at my shoulder with those pearly white teeth.

Mmm.

An excited, impatient moan escapes my throat when Jackson shoves his blue boxer briefs down over his hips.

My pussy throbs at the thought of him pushing his way inside me, and I lift my hips to meet the tip of his slowly descending cock.

He’s toying with me, and I don’t like it.

Jackson drags the tip along my slit; I’m still wearing my gray panties, but it doesn’t matter—I can feel the rock-hard erection pressing against me.

“Stop teasing me!”

He hangs his head to stare down at me. “Well, well, well, look who the feisty one is.” His lips kiss me full on the mouth; his dick flirts with the valley between my legs. Pushes.

I help it along, spreading myself, pulling my panties aside without having to remove them. Spread my legs, too, propping my heels up on the arm rest on the driver’s side door.

Basically, I look like I’m at the gynecologist, about to have a full exam of my vagina.

Don’t. Care.

I want him inside me…

I want him…

I want…

A set of blue lights in the back window catches my eye, and I pause, the throbbing sensations between my legs relegated to the backburner as my brain registers what the hell I’m seeing.

Is that…

Are those…?

My head pops up, eyes damn near popping out of my head as a squad car pulls up behind the truck, lights blazing.

I blink.

Blink again, mind slowly processing the situation. I give his shoulders a gentle push.

“Jackson, stop.” Tap, tap. “Stop! Jackson, the police!”

He twists his head slower than molasses, gazing out the window, squinting at the car behind us. Relaxes his countenance, pulling his t-shirt over an incredible set of abs.

“Huh?” The lummox kisses me on my bare shoulder. Ugh, stop! This is no time to keep fondling me!

“What are you doing? We’re about to be arrested for public indecency!”

“Relax, babe, it’s the campus police.”

“Is there a difference?” Why does it sound like I’m panicking? BECAUSE I’M PANICKING!

His nonplussed laugh is ill timed. “Yeah, the badges aren’t real and they can’t actually arrest us.”

“They can’t?”

“No, babe. All he can do is write me a warnin’ on a slip of paper, which I’ll immediately toss in the waste bin.”

“Oh. Then what am I getting all worked up for?”

“Don’t know, but it sure is cute.” He grabs a scrap of material and tosses it at me. “Here, put your shirt back on. He’s getting out of his car.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Relax babe. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

“Aww.” I coo as the campus security officer approaches the truck. I can see him taking a notebook—or ticket pad out of his back pocket. “And I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, either.”

“What’s going to happen to me? I’m six foot three and a million pounds.”

He exaggerates worse than I do. “I won’t let anyone hurt your feelings. I’ll be the defender of your honor because I was the defender of your virginity.”

“No, you were the thief of my virginity. Huge difference.”

Thief of Jackson’s virginity? Kind of has a nice ring to it…

There is a knock on the window and Jackson powers it down, resting an arm on the doorframe, pasting on a patronizing smile I can see, even with just a side view.

“Anything wrong, fake officer?” He chuckles at his own joke.

The kid ignores his barb and adjusts the sunglasses perched atop his head, despite the fact that the sun went down hours ago. “Do you know who that other vehicle belongs to?”