She fumbled a little, but got the bra undone. “What about you?”
He couldn’t help but smile. “I’m supposed to be in charge, Gemma.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I might have issues with authority.”
Cade pulled his shirt off, giving her what she wanted. “Can we agree to a little give and take? You give me that tight pussy and I promise you all the cock you can take.”
She sighed, the tension leaving her body. “I might be demanding.”
“I might be incredibly horny.” He reached for her hips, pulling her close again. He loved seeing her in the sunlight. He shut the door but left the windows open. He didn’t give a shit if someone saw them. He wanted her bathed in sunshine. He tugged the bra free, releasing her breasts.
He lifted her up. She was small, no weight at all in his arms. It was easy to get her right where he wanted her. He brought her nipples to mouth level and rubbed his face in her chest.
“Horny?” Gemma asked, running her hands through his hair. “Aren’t you always horny?”
He loved the fact that her voice was light and teasing again. This was what he could give Gemma. He could bring some lightness to her always ambitious life. “You have no idea how horny I get the minute you walk in the door, baby. My cock stands up and it doesn’t go down until it gets what it wants. The last two days have been hell on me. I’ve masturbated more in the last couple of days than I did when I was fucking fifteen.”
“You masturbated thinking about me?”
He glanced up, surprised she sounded so amazed. “I’ve yanked my own cock since the day I met you. I pretend my fist is your pussy, but nothing compares to actually getting to have you. I’m going to have you today, aren’t I, Gemma?”
“Oh, yes.”
He would have her. He was a bad man. He would take her over and over. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, reveling in the low moan that he wrung from her throat. He adored that moment when her brain shut off and she became soft and wanton. He whirled his tongue around and around the tight bud in his mouth. Gemma’s legs wrapped around his waist, her back bowing.
He needed more. Without letting her nipple go, he carried her across the floor to where his precious Chevy sat. He tinkered with the engine whenever he had a chance. He laid her out on the hood of the car.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”
He started to work the button of her jeans, dragging them down her shapely legs. She was left in nothing but a little pair of black panties, and she didn’t have the same trouble she’d had before. He leaned over and shoved his nose right into the V of her legs. Arousal surrounded him. He inhaled the spicy scent of her wet pussy.
“I don’t know how you can do that.” Gemma’s voice shook a little. She looked down her body, her eyes wide as he brushed her wet pussy with his nose.
“I told you, I love the way you smell. I love how wet you get. I love the taste of you on my tongue.”
And he loved the fact that she was inexperienced. Oh, he hated the fuckers who hadn’t taught her pleasure, but he loved that he could teach her. “Ever done it on the hood of a car?”
“Uhm, no. Strangely, that didn’t happen for me between the gay guy and the priss. And yes, they’re two different people. Johnny was far more masculine than Patrick.”
Now he growled in earnest. “Don’t you say his name when I’m fucking you. What name do you say?”
He half expected her to call him Bare-Chested Ape Man, but she just smiled that mysterious smile of hers. “Cade. I say Cade, but I have two lovers so if I mess up and call you Jesse, will I get spanked?”
He stood, pushing off his own jeans and freeing his cock. “You better remember which man is which or you’ll get the spanking of a lifetime. You’ll get spanked and fucked over and over until you use the right name.”
“Not exactly a reason to be good, Cade.”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t enjoy it.” Cade hopped on to the hood of the car. He had a fantasy to play out. “Get on top, Gemma. Not that way. Sit on my face and take my cock in your mouth. You suck me. You suck me hard or I’ll stop eating your pussy.”
He could see the light hit her eyes. He’d made it a challenge because that was what Gemma responded to. A little awkwardly, she shifted on the car, positioning herself right over his face. Her scent surrounded him. He reached up, putting his hands on her ass and dragging her down. This was where he wanted to be. He wanted to be tongue deep in her pussy four times a day.
He slapped her ass lightly when she hesitated. “Suck me, Gemma.”
He sighed as he felt her tongue on the head of his dick. His balls drew up as her hot mouth closed over him.
He pulled her down, bringing her pussy onto his mouth. He dove in, licking and sucking. He speared up into her cunt, seeking her unique sweetness. He drew out her cream, kissing and suckling every bit of her pussy. He sucked her labia in, laving it before moving to the other.
Gemma gave as good as she got. She sucked the head of his cock, forcing him to concentrate on the task at hand. Over and over she drew his cock in, running her tongue all over him before sucking hard.
He was surrounded by her. She filled his every sense, leaving no place for the noxious doubt and guilt that usually filled him to the brim. He was filled with her. There was only Gemma.
He worked her clit, sucking at her and biting gently. His whole heart swelled when she pulled her mouth off his cock, groaning as she came.
He flipped her over, not giving her a chance to take him down. He wanted to get inside her, to make her come again, this time on his cock.
Her eyes were wide, and she gasped as he moved, making a place for himself between her legs. He spread her wide and remembered what he’d forgotten. “Fuck. Baby, I don’t have a condom on me.”
Her lips curled up. “You don’t fuck a lot of girls in the shop?”
“Never.” His dick was an iron poker that threatened to slice into him if he didn’t give it what it wanted. “God. I could go look in Roger’s desk, but I don’t think the man’s had sex in years.”
“Good thing I brought my own. Look in the pocket of my jeans.” She cupped his ass, a languid smile on her face. “I was trying to be a sex goddess. I thought I should be prepared.”
She was his sex goddess. He kissed her again and then scooted off the car and ran for her jeans. Just in time to see Max Harper start to walk up. Fuck no. That was not happening. Completely comfortable with his nudity, he ran for the door, locking it and turning the sign from “Open” to “Closed” just as Harper tried to open it.
“Cade. Come on, man. I need spark plugs,” he shouted.
Cade shrugged. He needed to get laid by the most gorgeous sex goddess in Bliss.
“Is someone there?” Gemma asked.
Harper rolled his eyes and then turned his back, a silent assent that sex was far more important than his spark plugs. But he wasn’t leaving.
“Nope. We’re good.” His cock was still at full-mast. Fuck, he loved this place. He didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to leave her. He didn’t want to leave Jesse. He didn’t want to leave Bliss. Home had seemed a place he’d abandoned all those years ago, but he’d just been drifting until he’d come here. What the hell was he going to do?
She sat up, the siren call of her soft body his undoing. She held a hand out, and it didn’t matter anymore. No past. Just here and now with Gemma. He rolled the condom on and laid her out on the car his father had adored, the one he’d painstakingly reconditioned. His car. His girl. All was right with the world.
He spread her, her body welcoming him inside. He lined his cock up and pressed home.
“I love that. I didn’t get it before.” Her eyes shined up at him.