Desperate Times (Boys of Silver Ridge 2)

My car comes into view and my heart flutters with anticipation. We’re one step closer to getting home and getting naked. My cock jumps again, and I lose my battle with keeping my hands off of Chloe as soon as I get her suitcase in the trunk of the car.

The carry-on bag falls from my shoulder and I pull Chloe in, pinning her between the car and myself. She hooks her arms around my neck and I step in, pressing myself against her.

“Fuck, I missed you,” I pant and put my lips to hers. She slides one hand up to the back of my head, kissing me with fervor. Running my hands down her body, I slowly inch up the hem of her dress. My cock hardens from the feel of her warm, soft skin against my fingertips, and Chloe moans softly, slipping one hand down to cup my balls.

“Have you been reading my books?” she whispers, voice all breathy with want.

“No, should I have been?” I kiss her again before she can answer.

Her lips curve into a smile. “No, but I love gray sweatpants. It’s kind of a weakness.”

I flick my eyes down at the pants I have on. I changed after work, wanting to wear something comfortable. “Really?”

“Yeah, because of this.” She moves her hand up, feeling my erection through the pants. “I want you, Sam. How long does it take to get to your place from here?”

“Too long,” I say gruffly and open the rear passenger door to my BMW. Chloe gets a devilish glint in her eyes, looks around at the empty parking garage, and pulls me into the car with her. I grab the carry-on bag and toss it in and close the door behind us.

We fall together onto the seat, struggling to find room and not be too cramped, but mostly not caring about anything else other than each other. I’m on top of Chloe and she inches my pants down as I desperately pull her dress up, needing to see her. Touch her. Taste her.

My fingers sweep over her clit, and I can feel how wet and warm she is already. My cock is so hard it hurts, and I need to bury it inside of her. Now.

Chloe pulls my pants and my boxers down to my thighs, and I sit back, bringing her into my lap so she’s straddling me. In a less graceful move, I get her underwear off and bunch her dress up around her waist. She’s on her knees, pussy hovering just inches from my cock. Pale yellow light from the dimly lit parking garage filters through my tinted windows, lighting Chloe’s face up just enough for me to admire how fucking beautiful she is.

My hands fasten around her waist and I kiss her as I bring her down onto me, cock pushing into her tight, hot entrance.

“Ohhh,” she moans, sinking down. Her eyes fall shut and her lips part. She looks so fucking hot and being inside of her feels so good, I could come right now. I slide my hands up to the curve of her waist and rock her hips forward. Slowly, she drags her hands up my chest, hooking them around my neck, and starts to pump up and down.

I sweep my hand across her stomach and circle my thumb against her clit. Her breathing quickens as she gets closer to coming. I’m already right there, fighting it off, not wanting to come until she does. Her head falls forward, resting against mine, and I feel her entire body tighten just seconds before she comes, pussy spasming around my cock. I can’t resist her any longer and grip her waist, pushing her against me as I come as well.

“Oh, fuck,” Chloe pants, arching her back and speeding up her movements. She circles her hips and a second orgasm rolls over her, making her whole body shudder. She lets out a final deep sigh and falls against me. I run my hands up her back, holding her tight in my embrace.

“How…how do we get up without making a mess?” She lifts her head off my shoulder and looks at me shyly.

“Hang on,” I say, keeping one hand on her back as I lean over and feel for her underwear on the ground. She takes it and holds it against herself as she moves off me. The blanket I keep in my backseat for naps at work is on the floor, under her carry-on bag, and it takes a bit of maneuvering to free it. I pull up my pants and we settle in the seat together, covered up with the blanket.

“They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,” she starts, taking my hand and putting it up against hers. “And it also makes homecoming sex really amazing.”