This is a vacation, and everybody wants to move to Italy when they visit.
I look up and realize it’s gotten really dark out. As in, no streetlights dark. Whoa. I turn my body toward Crew, doing the thing I’m best at—putting shit out of sight, out of mind.
“So, are you going to tell me what we’re doing?”
He smirks as I say it, and the tires hit gravel, making me tear away from his profile to look out the windshield. Unreasonably tall treescapes litter the sky until, as we drive underneath them, I finally see our destination.
“No way,” I almost shriek.
“Way…” He grins. “Wanna try to guess what movie we’re seeing?”
My eyes volley between the three drive-in movie screens for clues, but I’m coming up empty. I feel like a little kid, leaning forward and looking up through the window. The car slows to a stop, and my eyes are on the back of his head as the teenage girl in the booth smiles back at us.
“Hi, how many?”
“Two for The Hangover Part II.”
I laugh, patting my knees as he glances over at me.
She nods. “Seventeen dollars.”
He hands her a twenty as his eyes meet mine.
“I figured it was time for you to see what happens next.”
My teeth find my bottom lip because the grin on my face is hurting my cheeks. But I’m also caught on that last part of his sentence…what happens next.
All good things come to an end, so I guess it’s not the worst thing to enjoy it while I have it.
twenty-five
“If I give you an inch…I’ll give you eleven back.”
crew
“Stop it.” She laughs, pushing my hand away from between her legs.
God, she’s fucking driving me crazy. We’re an hour into this movie, and I couldn’t give a fuck less about what’s happening. Because I can’t concentrate past the way her lips close around that goddamn straw in her fucking drink. And the fact that her legs look way too good in short shorts.
Not to mention we’re in the back of this truck I bartered for just so I could fuck her in it under the stars.
“Come on. You’re killing me. I’m dying a slow death, and when I’m shipped to the Niners DOA, you’re gonna feel bad.”
She shovels some popcorn into her mouth and grins, shrugging.
I groan and fall sideways into her lap, nuzzling my face directly into her pussy, growling, and she laughs.
Eleanor tugs my hair, making me look up at her as I hug her waist.
“You have yourself to blame. You brought me to the drive-in. This is a wholesome place; people don’t fuck here. That would be gross. The best I can do is maybe make out with you.”
The smirk on her face is irritating because I know she’s full of shit. She’s torturing me on purpose. I said it the day we failed at divorce. She’s a cruel little vixen. And I like it.
“I’ll beg,” I whisper, sticking out my bottom lip.
But she shakes her head, eating more popcorn.
“Fine,” I growl. “We make out.”
I turn my head back to her pussy and start kissing it, making her squeal and double over, covering me.
She slaps my cheek as I grab her wrist and bite the meaty part of her hand.
She’s laughing, looking down at me lying on her lap before we both quiet, and her fingers begin stroking my hair.
Her lips part as we stay connected like she’s going to say something, but then it’s suddenly gone, so my brows draw together.
“What were you gonna say?”
She shakes her head. “No, if I give you an inch—”
“I’ll give you eleven back,” I toss out, finishing her sentence and making her smile. “Just say it.”
She takes a deep breath and then says, “Hypothetically speaking, if we were alone. One of three cars in a ginormous parking lot…in the dark. Lying in the back of a truck…what would you want to do to me?”
“How about I show you?”
She looks around as I sit up and grab her, dragging her over in between my legs as she laughs.
“Why are you worried?” Her hypothetical was completely accurate. “I parked all the way the fuck out specifically to ensure nobody would see us.”
She nestles back against my chest, letting her head rest on it. With one hand, I pop the button on her shorts, hearing her breath catch.
“Just watch the movie. The good part’s coming up.”
“Oh, I bet it is,” she teases back as I lower her zipper.
“Put one knee up,” I whisper for absolutely no reason because nobody can even hear us. But she does as I slowly shove my hand down the front of her shorts.
The movie’s playing in surround sound on the speakers from the truck, but the only thing I hear is her steady breathing picking up pace as I gently massage her clit, feeling it swell beneath my fingers.
She hums, and it vibrates my chest. With my free hand, I tangle my fingers with hers, holding her hand as I dip inside her wet pussy and draw out her arousal, spreading the wetness over her clit.
My tongue darts out over my lips before I lean in, whispering in her ear. Because I want everything to only be owned by her.
“When we get home, I want you spread out on the bed because I’m gonna lick your pussy until your legs shake so hard that you won’t be able to stand for the rest of the fucking night.”
She squeezes my hand as her other leg bends, and she locks her thighs together. The soft moan that leaves her lips sounds like heaven and makes my dick pulse.
“The friction feels good, doesn’t it?”
She nods as I keep steady circles, kissing her neck and trailing over her jaw and back to her ear.
“And when you’re lying there coming down off that high, I’m gonna flip you over and eat you again from behind while I fuck you with my fingers.”
Her breath catches as her hips start to rock, pressing into my fingers. My hand moves faster, rubbing her begging clit, feeling her throb for that release.
“Come on, baby. That’s it. Let me feel it. I want to hear you begging to come.”
Her head falls to the side, her cheek on me as I shove my big hand between the tension in her thighs, rubbing her faster.
“Yes,” she pants.
Her hips rock faster as she holds my hand like she wants to break it. Her body has taken over, and she’s chasing that sweet release.
She’s so fucking wet I want to pull my fingers out and taste her, but I’m not moving or stopping until she comes.
Heavy exhales tumble from her lips, and I watch her nipples harden and bead under her T-shirt.
“Crew,” she whispers, catching herself quickly. “That doesn’t count. I whispered it.”
I don’t give a fuck. Because it was enough to make my dick hard.
“Say it again.”
But she won’t, shaking her head and biting her lip as I grin.
My fingers work magic, never stopping, applying just enough pressure as she grips my thigh and pulls the hand I’m holding to her chest, silently chanting, “I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m…”
“There it is,” I praise as her whole body stiffens, and she comes all over my hand. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.”
Her hand wraps around my wrist, making sure I don’t move as she rides out her pleasure, letting her body quiver until it stops. Her chin raises, upturning her mouth to mine.