Excerpt from Forty Love

We got about two rows into the parking lot when he pushed me up against the side of a van. He pulled my tee shirt out of my skirt, shoved his hands under it and started squeezing my tits. His hands were calloused and rough, and when he pinched my nipples, the pleasure was incredibly intense. He bent down and took one entire breast into his mouth, ran his tongue around my nipple, and then slithered to the other breast. My mind screamed “no” but my body screamed “yes.” I lowered my hand to his crotch and tried to squeeze his hard-on, but I was weaker than a baby.

He pulled back a little and stared into my eyes like he was daring me to stop him. When I stared back and licked my lips, he slid his other hand under my tennis skirt, over my stomach and between my legs.

“Rick...” I breathed. I guess the fact that I pulled him to me and drove my tongue as far into his mouth as I could gave him the idea that I wasn’t going to stop him.

I shifted my weight, separated my legs, and hooked one behind his knee. I pressed my butt against the van, pushed against his hand, and felt his fingers making circles on my clit until he shoved two or three fingers inside of me. I pushed against him and he pushed harder and I pushed even harder until he said, “Let’s get out of here.”

“No!” I gasped. “Just keep doing what you’re doing!”

Rick moved his fingers faster and I moved my hips to match him. It took all of fifteen seconds for me to come, clenching my teeth and moaning, “Oh, God, Oh God, Oh God!”

Rick’s heart was pounding so hard I swear that I could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat from the fingers inside me. He held me until my orgasm passed, and then he let me slowly slide down him until I could stand up by myself.

“Christ, your pussy was the wettest I’ve ever felt,” he groaned.

I laced my arms around his neck and waited until I could catch my breath, pressing up against him, kissing him on the neck and whispering, “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“For coming so soon,” I said. “Let me make it up to you.”

I slid down to my knees and unzipped his pants. I was shaking–violently shaking–as I took out his prick and examined it. It was thick and, in the dim light, it looked beautiful. I licked the underside of it, tasted the salt from his sweat, and felt him shudder. I ran my hands up his ass cheeks, pulled him toward me, and opened my mouth. Not caring if anyone saw me or not, I was going to take my time and enjoy sucking him off. I slid his cock into my mouth and took it in as far as I could, squeezing his ass and moving up and down, slowly at first and then faster and faster.

I was hoping that Rick could hold off, but I guess he was so excited that I only sucked him for about twenty seconds before he came. Rick exploded in my mouth, so much so that I almost had to stop and pull away. But I wasn’t about to let some guy’s jism fall on my tennis skirt, not a skirt that cost forty-nine dollars, so I winced and swallowed every drop he gave me.

I kept moving my mouth up and down on him until he started to get softer, and then I was sure he was done. Pulling myself up, I tried to stand on legs that felt like wet noodles.

“Wow,” I gasped.

“Yeah,” Rick said. “Wow.” His eyes were heavy lidded and sated, but his smile was feral and rapacious.

“Well, now what?” I mumbled.

That was supposed to be a question meant only for me. I was thinking, okay you just sat in a bar, let guys stare at your tits and your pussy, and and sucked someone off. How do you top that?

But I’m afraid I said it out loud. Rick provided the answer.

“Now we go fuck,” he said with a sexy smirk. Okay, that was a bit rough, but what did I expect him to say? Let’s go make passionate love?