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Falling Into Us (Falling #2) Page 60
Author: Jasinda Wilder

“Well,” I said, “I tend to get cranky, that’s the first thing. I get really horny, and it’s hard for me to concentrate.”

She let her thighs fall apart a bit, eyes hooded and back pressed against the door. “I see. And what’s the best method of giving you a fix?”

“I’m not particular.”

“So if you touched me, right here in this parking lot, that would help you?”

I tilted my head back and forth in a “yes and no” kind of gesture. “Well, temporarily, it would. I mean, it’s been, what, three days since I had you last? We’ve been so busy studying there just hasn’t been time. And now I’ve got you where I want you. I might need more than that.”

“But it would be a start, wouldn’t it?” She took my hand, twisted on the seat so her back was nestled against my side, and slid my palm down her belly, under the elastic of her yoga pants. “What if I promised to return the favor however you wanted later?”

“However I want?”

She pushed my hand closer to her core, and I obliged her by slipping a finger into her.

“Yes, yes. Anything. Name it.”

I sucked in a breath, finding her already wet. “God, Beck. You’re all ready for me, aren’t you?”

She licked her lips and arched her back as I curled my two long middle fingers into her, finding her sweet spot, using the side of my thumb to massage her clit in a somewhat awkward but effective maneuver. “Yeah, I am. I was thinking about this all morning. I couldn’t concentrate on my last final because I kept thinking about that thing you did with your tongue on Wednesday.”

“You liked that, didn’t you?” In the two years we’d been together, we’d somehow never experimented with o**l s*x until fairly recently. When I first went down on her, it had been a little uncomfortable, but I’d gotten the hang of it and had gotten her to scream so loud my upstairs neighbor banged on the walls to shut us up. Becca had been mortified at herself, but I’d felt proud of myself for getting that kind of a reaction from her.

Yeah, my baby was a screamer. I loved it. It was so unlike her, unlike the way she was all the rest of the time. She was normally demure and quiet and withdrawn, but once I got her clothes off and her juices flowing, she lost all her inhibitions. She had a hair trigger when it came to orgasms, and there didn’t seem to be any limit to how many times she could come, if only I had the stamina, self-control, and patience to keep all the attention on her. You’d never think it, but my quiet, hyper-intelligent, overachieving, rule-following girlfriend was a voracious, insatiable lover. I couldn’t keep up with her sometimes, it seemed.

It was a good problem to have.

Now, in a public parking lot at five o’clock on a Friday afternoon, I had her writhing in desperation as I slowly fingered her closer to climax. Within minutes, my fingers were coated in her slick, warm juices and she was breathless, clinging to my arm and gyrating her hips into my touch.

She was biting her lip in an attempt to keep quiet, but I knew that wouldn’t last long. Her curls were coming loose from the ponytail, beads of sweat dotting her forehead. I slipped my hand down her neck, over her clavicle and under the hoodie. I tucked my fingers into her bra and tugged her breast free of the silk cup, twiddling her nipple into a diamond hardness. She shrieked then, and I tilted her face to mine, swallowing her screams of climax.

My erection was hard against her back, and I knew she felt it, but she didn’t let on as she got her breathing under control.

“God, Jason. That was intense.” She righted herself, tucking the loose strands of hair back behind her ear.

“Yeah, it was,” I agreed. “There’s not much I love more than watching you come. You know that?”

She ducked her head, glancing around the empty parking lot, belatedly looking to see if anyone had seen us. “I’ve gathered that. You do it enough you’d think it would get old.”

I shook my head. “No. Never. It couldn’t ever get old. It’s hot as hell every time. It turns me on.”

She twisted in the seat, and a sly look floated into her eyes. “Oh, yeah? You’re horny now, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yeah.” I adjusted myself in my pants. “I’m aching for you.”

“Well, how about you drive, and I’ll return the favor.”

I wasn’t sure exactly what she had in mind, but I had an inkling. I put the truck in drive and put us on the road, then peeled away from the main highway onto a dirt back road that led in a wide curve. Sure enough, Becca unbuckled my seatbelt, unfastened my jeans, and pushed them down around my thighs, along with my boxers. I lifted up on the seat to allow them past my ass, and then Becca’s hands were around me and I had to put both hands on the wheel to keep it straight, slowing down to barely thirty miles per hour. She stroked me slowly, watching as I hardened even further under her touch, and then slicked her thumb over the tip as drops of clear liquid escaped. She slid one fist around me, up and then down, up and then down, switching hands as she adjusted her rhythm, slowing down and massaging my base, then squeezing the tip in her hand. Soon I was bucking my hips uncontrollably, wondering if she was going to let me make a mess all over the place or if she was going to do what I’d never dare ask her.

“God…damn, Becca. I’m—I’m close.”

She smiled up at me, sank her fist around me down to the base, and then slid back on the bench and bent over me. “Then I suppose I’d better do something about that, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, maybe you…maybe you should.” I touched her cheek to stop her. “Only if you want to.”

She gave me a look of love and nudged her face into my hand. “I want to. I promise. I wouldn’t if I didn’t.” And then she wrapped her sweet mouth around me, and I groaned.

“Jesus, that feels incredible,” I murmured.

She pumped at my base with one hand and ran her tongue around the tip, then sucked me deeper, backed away, and bobbed down again. I had my hand tangled in her hair, and I made sure to keep my touch light, pressure free, so she’d know this was all about what she wanted to do. She bobbed on me, taking me deeper into her mouth with every motion, and it was all I could do to hold back, to keep from thrusting against her. I leaned back in the seat, clutching the steering wheel with desperate strength as she slowed on me, leaving only the tip in her mouth and sucking hard, massaging the base.

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