Page 109 of Not So Goode

“Thanks,” I said, but my attention was on Charlie.

On the look in her eyes. The hunger, the heat.

Yeah, just a few more miles to go.

I parkedthe truck a few miles down a deserted one-lane dirt road that, according to the maps, didn’t lead much of anywhere. Nothing but trees and scrub as far as the eye could see.

The old engine ticked, and the cab was quiet.

“Wanna see the trailer?” I said, my voice feeling too loud in the quiet cab.

“I just want you,” she whispered. “Here, on the ground outside, anywhere. I just wantyou.”

She was wearing a skirt, short and black and pleated, with a blousy white button-down shirt. Been looking at those legs of hers the whole drive here, wondering what she had on under that skirt.

I kept my eyes on hers. Slid my hand over the bench, onto her knee. She bit her lower lip. Let her knees fall open, a few inches. As much of an invitation as I needed.

I grazed my palm up her thigh, bringing the skirt with it. Higher, higher.

Exposed her sex—bare.

“Damn, girl.”

“I haven’t worn underwear in weeks, hoping each day you would show up, and…and want me. Want this.”

“Want ain’t the word, babe,” I said, dragging a finger up her soaked slit. “Need is the word.”

She slid lower on the bench, opening her thighs. Gazed at me. “I need you too, Crow. Need you more than you know.” She licked her lips. “I’ve made myself come every night since I left you, wishing my fingers were yours.” Bold as you please, god love her. “Wishing it was your mouth.”

“My mouth, huh?”

There wasn’t much room in the cab, but I’d been dreaming of her for too long to wait any longer. I grabbed her, twisted her onto her back. She went willingly, spreading her legs open. I pushed her skirt up. Went to my belly, awkward and too big for this little cab, brought her to my mouth. Her fingers went into my hair, and she sighed.

“Oh, thank god,” she breathed, as I tasted her sweet sex. “Thankgod.”

I laughed, and flicked her clit, slid two fingers into her. “Wanting this real bad, huh?”

She just arched, flexed her hips to drive her sex into my mouth, knotting her fingers in my hair.

“You have no idea, Crow. My fingers just don’t do anything near as good as your mouth. God, I’m gonna come already.”

I tasted her as she came, a small shaking precursor to what I was gonna do to her.

I kept her going, through the orgasm, into the next one, and would have tongued her to as many as her body could handle, wanting her to come and to come and to come, just relishing the feel of her, the sound of her voice as she gasped and sobbed through her orgasms.

“Enough, god, enough,” she gasped, pushing my face away. “I need a break.”

She reached up, found the door handle and opened it, sliding backward and out of the truck. She waited for me. I followed, my jeans tight and aching.

“God, Charlie,” I said, staring at her as she stood in the evening light, sun bathed golden-red. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”

She looked around. Saw that we were the only ones on the little road, and likely the only ones there ever would be. She bit her lip around a shy yet seductive grin. Peeled her shirt up, revealing a lacy white bra, nearly sheer and showing her little pink nipples standing hard. Unzipped her skirt. Stepped out of it. Tossed them past me into the truck cab. Stood in just that white bra, no underwear, thighs touching, lip caught in her teeth. Yanked that bra off, tossed it past me. Stood naked in the sunlight.

Big pale breasts hanging heavy, swaying with her ragged breathing. Her sex a slit hazed by close-trimmed black fuzz. Thighs strong, thick. Hips perfect curves.

“I fuckin’ need you, Charlie,” I growled, reaching for her.

“You just got me.”