Sexy Little Secrets - A Bedside Companion (22 page)

“Not for another ten miles,” Sam glanced over at him. “You’re a guy, I can just pull over to a brushy area,” she grinned. He looked at her bronze and pink cheeks, which had two more hours worth of sun from driving.

“Um, it’s not that kind of problem,” he hedged, shifting his weight, undoing the buttons on the front of his shirt and shrugging out of it.

“I don’t get it,” Sam’s brow furrowed as she glanced at him and then back at the road.

Jared stared out of the car window at the Tennessee landscape, trees lining the side of the road.

What the hell,
he thought with humor.
I’ll give it a shot. We’ve been having sex for a few weeks now. This’ll be one more thing on our road trip.

Jared unbuttoned his fly and reached into his boxers, sighing with relief
when his penis sprang out of the opening, free from constraint.

“That’s why,” he grabbed her right hand from the steering wheel and wrapped it around the head of his penis.

Samantha jerked her hand back and looked at him like he was crazy. “Put that away! We can’t jerk off in the car!” She scolded him shrilly.

“I wasn’t thinking about jerking off,” Jared scooted across the bench seat so they were thigh to thigh, and he slid his left hand under her top and to her bra, undoing the clasp.

“Jared!” Samantha bit her lip, concentrating on the road while her breasts bounced and swayed, now that they were no longer held in place. He took his right hand and began to cup her right breast, squeezing the round firmness and pinching her nipple slightly. She whipped her head to the right. “Stop it,” she warned.

“Are you sure? Have you ever done it in a car?” He asked, touching his penis and stroking it a little.

“I’ve—” Samantha swallowed. “I’ve never done it in a car,” she readjusted her grip on the steering wheel, her foot letting off the gas unintentionally.

“There’s a first for everything. You don’t need to be embarrassed,” Jared slid his left hand between her legs and massaged her mound through her pants. Samantha sucked in her breath sharply at his boldness, and then wiggled slightly. He unbuttoned her jeans and slid his left hand inside her panties, grazed over her small mound of hair and sliding two fingers between her crease. He was greeted with sticky moistness. “You’re wet,” he breathed with excitement. He kissed her neck and moved up her jaw and to her ear, nibbling slightly on her ear.

She squirmed. “I’m sorry?” She asked meekly, teasing him. Her right hand moved to his lap and encased the swollen head of his penis, massaging the vein on the underside with her fingertips. Jared pressed his head into the seat and pushed his hips out, obviously enthralled with her.

Samantha glanced over at his penis, which was fully erect, the skin so slick and stretched, his penis so engorged that she could see the veins snaking through it. Her hand slid from the head of his penis and down the shaft, wrapping around and tugging slightly, testing him.

“Are you going to jerk me off?” He opened his left eye and glanced at her. Samantha yanked her hand bank, her cheeks burning red.

Jared stopped talking. His balls were tingling and drawing close to his body and he didn’t want her to stop.

“Pull over,” he whispered into her ear.

Samantha glanced in the rear view mirror. They were alone on the highway.

“Pull over,” he urged her again.

“I can’t,” she shook her head, staring at the highway in front of her.

“Yes you can,” he began to pull off his jeans, wiggling and pushing them over his knees. His boxers went next, and then his shirt came off and was thrown onto the floorboards.

Samantha’s eyes went wide and her foot slipped off the accelerator. The truck slowed dramatically, and she stamped on it, revving the engine.

“You can jerk me off while you drive,” he suggested, grabbing her right hand and wrapping her fingers around the base of it, moving it up and down in a masturbating motion.

“What, and not get to enjoy any of it myself?” She gave him a wry smile. Slowing down and giving a last glance into the rearview mirror, she pulled off to the side of the road as far as she could.  With the car stopped and turned off, she pushed her jeans off, taking her panties with it, and looked over at him.

“You’re going to have to be on top,” he told her. Samantha thumbed over the precum on the head of his penis and rubbed it around, lubricating him. With a nervous sigh, she slid over on the seat and climbed on his lap.

Jared pulled off her top and threw the bra on the floor as well, his hands pulling on her shoulders so he could take her breasts into his mouth. Samantha’s hands wove through his hair and around his neck, holding him against her bare chest as her breathing quickened.

Jared took his penis and rubbed it against her thigh, and then began sliding it back and forth across her wet slit. Samantha’s mouth gasped as she closed her eyes, her mouth in a silent ‘o’ as she spread her swollen lips over the engorged head of his penis. She took in his shaft and began to rock her hips, leaning into him, pressing her breasts against his bare chest.

Bracing her knees on the seats, she swung her hips forward and back, pushing down on his thickened penis. Her breathing built up hard and fast and Jared’s fingers dug into her hips, trying to slow her bucking.

“Slow down,” he said through gritted teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m fixin’ to come,” he attempted to pull her body close to his, his mouth on her neck, sucking hard and leaving a mark.

“God no,” Samantha dug her nails into his shoulders, her head thrown back. Her inner muscles began to contract and slicken as her pace grew faster.

“Samantha—” Jared grabbed her hips and tried to force her to still her hips as his penis began to swell. Her breath was coming in short, small whimpers as she ground her pelvic bone, her inner walls rippling and shuddering, tremors racking her shoulders.

Jared gave up trying to control her rhythm as he erupted within her, bursts of hot, sticky semen shooting into her. Samantha collapsed against him, her body still trembling from her orgasm.

“Oh gosh,” Jared gave a weak laugh, rubbing his eyes.

Samantha was about to answer when there was a loud banging on the truck window. Their eyes wide with shock, they both stared at the State Trooper glaring at them through the glass.

Edward leaned against the doorframe and listened to Anna, humming and singing along to the music playing in the background as she put away the kitchen.

It had been four months since they’d met, and it was the fi
rst time he had heard her sing. He had decided to move in as her roommate, but he had no idea that their casual friendship could develop.

When he first met her, he had to admit he thought of nothing else but burying himself to the hilt while pulling her panties to the side, but each day longer that he knew her, the more he loved her. Now that he heard her singing, her voice drew him in even more, his heart swelling and threatening to break as each strong and clear note split through the air, vibrating and hanging.

Out of her view, not that she would have noticed him anyway, he watched her stand on tiptoe, sliding the dishes into the cabinet, her slender frame stretched out.

Her waist was thin, almost too thin for his tastes, her honey brown hair hung down her back, and her tanned skin was fading from avoiding the sun. There were moments that she eluded him content to be only roommates. Then there were moments that she smiled and gave him a glance that was smoldering and he could swear there was lust under the twinkle of her eye.

“Why in the world did you never go into singing?” He interrupted, shoving off the frame and walking into the kitchen.

“I wanted to,” her eyes dropped to her hands and she looked disappointed.

“But?” Edward asked.

“But my mother said it just wasn’t what I was supposed to do. I was supposed to grow up and go to college, get serious, go into law,” she shrugged, stepping backward away from him.

“Are you kidding? We need to send you out to a few live music bars around here,” he pushed some of the more frazzled strands of hair away from his face.

“Really? You think I’m good enough?” She tilted her head, her cheeks turning pink. “I mean, a lot of girls think about that kinda thing, but am I really good enough that people want to hear me?” Anna put her hands on her hips.

I friggin’ love when she starts to look sassy
, Edward noticed, grinning. “I think you’re good enough,” he nodded in encouragement.

Anna’s eyes sparkled as she stared at his face, her fingers running over his hard cheeks and square jaw, tracing his brows and pushing his hair back from his forehead. “You shaved,” she noticed, running the palm of her hand over his lower face.

Edward turned his head and kissed her palm, his hand catching her wrist and tightening, bringing her wrist to his lips, his tongue darting out to stroke the vein. He lingered a moment longer than was appropriate, then let her pull her hand back to her side.

“You promised,” she whispered.

“I have to go back on my word,” Edward gently lifted her chin. “You’re so beautiful,” he pressed his warm lips against the pulse of her throat. “You’re so desirable,” he murmured against her cheek. He softly kissed her closed eyelids. “You’re exactly what I’ve been lacking in my life,” he breathed over her hair.

Anna loosened his tie and pushed his suit coat off of his shoulders, letting it land on the kitchen table. Edward didn’t think twice about the three hundred dollar jacket being wrinkled or ruined. All he could think about was Anna’s clothes melting off.

She began the task of unbuttoning his business shirt, baby pink.

“This shirt looks good on you,” she smiled, placing both of her palms on his bare chest. She felt the muscles jerk slightly and relax at her touch, her hands cool and dry and soft.

“What can I say, you have good taste. Since you started picking out my clothes, I’ve been the envy of all the men at the office,” he teased, kissing her on the mouth. Anna’s lips opened against his and he took advantage, his tongue sweeping inside and searching. His hands cupped her face as they made out like teenagers.

Anna broke off the kiss, her breathing accelerated.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she bit her lower lip, looking down again. “I’ve not been with a whole lot of men,” she lifted her eyes again and looked him in the eyes.

“And that’s bad? Anna, I do believe you’re the first girl who’s said that, and I believe,” he chuckled. He sat down on the kitchen stool and pulled her between his knees, his hands wrapping around her thighs and then sliding under her skirt. He pulled her panties aside and ran his finger over her swollen crease, sliding between and testing her moistness.

Her eyes didn’t leave his, even when her lips parted and she gasped at his protrusion. She felt the dampness start to wet her panties, as he stroked her a little more deliberately. Her body swayed until she was being held up by his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself, hugging him and hiding her face in his neck.

“You tell me. It’s your pace,” he whispered in her ear. “Would you like to go to the bed?” He asked, withdrawing his hand from her panties.

Anna’s eyes were slightly wide.

“I—” she couldn’t get the words out. “I don’t know,” she swallowed the huge lump in her throat. “I want to,” she hesitated.

“But?” He asked, his hands pulling her shirt up, his lips kissing her midsection.

“No falling in love,” she pleaded.

“You let me worry about that,” he hushed her, leading her by the hand to the bedroom.

He glanced around her room, noticing it for the first time. The sun was setting outside casting a deep yellow and gold across the lavender walls, turning the grayish color more purple. She had little furniture in the room, and the silver colored bedspread was perfectly made and tucked with tight corners.