Free Slide Down on Me by Lissa Matthews

on him as though she’d been starving. Not for cock in general, but for his . She’d left marks on him last night as much as he’d left marks on her. He bit, she scratched. She bit, he spanked. Her breasts bore his fingerprints, as did her ass. He pinched her nipples, she pulled on his piercings. They’d both had sore, tender nipples by the time she’d dozed off in a sexed-out heap.
    He’d have offered a second shower but she’d been asleep before he returned from the kitchen with another bottle of water.
    And they were headed in the same direction now. Her house. A den of sexual sin at present. It might be a garish purple on the outside but inside, it was red-hot when she was naked and ready for sex.
    She tugged again on the ring through the tip of his cock and massaged his balls through his coveralls and briefs.
    “Bells,” he groaned.
    “I want your cum, Trav,” she said against his intensely sensitive skin. “I want your cum on my tongue before we get to my house.” She proved the truth of her words when she just about sucked the ring out of its hole.
    Travis bucked and, against his better judgment, let go of the wheel with one hand and urged her farther down on his cock. She moaned and swallowed against him. His piercing hit the roof of her mouth. She worked the shaft, teased with her tongue and slurped as though he were a straw.
    And she got her wish. He erupted between her lips and she drank him down her throat. His shout bounced off the small confines of the cab and through hazy eyes, he could see the edge of her driveway. Thank God for small miracles. He had plans for the crazy-ass beauty lifting her head and licking her lips.
    “You’re gonna pay for that, Bells. ’Bout wrecked us a couple times with that mouth of yours.”
    “But you didn’t. You got skills, Trav,” she teased.
    “Just keep that in mind,” he promised, throwing the truck into park when he’d barely cleared the edge of the road. He was legally in her drive, but a case could be made for a reckless parking job.
    He didn’t care. He backed her against the passenger door and tore at the fastenings of her pants to free her to his gaze. He’d just come in a flood down her throat but he was still horny as fucking hell and it was time for him to return the favor.
     
    Bella made a grab for the door handle, for any kind of handle. She needed to hold on to something as she flew apart, and with just the gleam in Travis’ eyes, she knew she was going to fly.
    She tried to help him get her pants down, but he was quicker, rougher. He pulled her shoes off and tossed them somewhere over his shoulder and for all she knew they went out the driver-side window. Seams ripped next as he tugged and pulled and when she thought he’d rip her panties off too, he simply pulled the crotch to the side and dove in with his face.
    Bella arched her neck and hit the window with the back of her head. She lifted her hips and Travis helped by anchoring one tattooed arm under her ass. He held her pussy to his mouth and ate her.
    His tongue licked her from top to bottom and back again. He nibbled at her outer lips, her inner lips, her clit. He made her wiggle, writhe and squirm. He made her pant several times, then made her hold her breath when he brought her to the edge of an orgasm, only to abruptly back off as she started to go over.
    “Goddamn, Travis!”
    “Payback’s a bitch, Bells,” he muttered, his words muffled by the face plant he was doing between her legs.
    At one time, she might have been self-conscious about having not showered immediately before sex, or at least washed up after walking in the humid hell of late afternoon before he’d picked her up. But she didn’t feel self-conscious with Travis. No, she felt wanted, desired and sexy, no matter what. His scent and taste had only been magnified by the sweating he’d done in the garage. His musk was strong in general; add in a bit of sweat and it was as though she were an animal in heat.