Claustrophobic Christmas (9 page)

Darcy tried to catch her breath. “Do I what?”

He rubbed. Explored. Touched but didn’t touch. “Think this is going to get rowdy?”

It was already crazy. What difference would rowdy make? “I hope so.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” James cupped her privates, massaging. Darcy closed her eyes and gripped his shirt. When he slid a finger beneath the fabric into her damp heat, she groaned.

“You’re wet, baby.” He plied her clit softly at first, then faster, until Darcy rolled her head to the side. Using two fingers he entered her pussy, not stopping until his knuckles bumped her body. Yet somehow he pushed deeper, letting his thumb ride her clit. Over and over. His fingers fucked her and then he was kissing her, echoing his movements with his tongue.

God, he was good with his hands. Darcy couldn’t believe how fast he was going to get her off. She felt the incipient tingle in her groin and tightened her whole body to heighten it.

That’s when James stopped.

“Not so fast,” he murmured.

Darcy whapped him in the chest. “Why the hell not?”

“There’s something I want to do first.” He kissed her again and started working his way down her body. Her neck. Her collarbone. Over the shirt. When he started drawing the hem of her sweatshirt up her torso, Darcy wiggled out of it, breathing hard.

He rose and stared at her chest in the shadowy darkness. One of his knees was braced between her thighs while the other was off the seat. He sighed and ran his hands down her arms. Darcy wished she’d worn prettier underpants and bra, but no, she had on her travel lingerie, a sexy mix of white cotton, elastic and sensible coverage. Clothing practicality had figured into a story and tip list she’d published in August. She never thought she’d see the day where following her own tips was cause for regret.

Well, it was dark.

“So what is it you wanted to do?” she asked.

He grinned like a pubescent boy. “Get you naked.”

Darcy blushed. She didn’t turn heads, but body issues were one neurosis she’d been miraculously spared. James had a rascally gleam in his eyes, visible even in this lighting.

“If the next part involves cameras,” she threatened, “think again.”

“I’ll use a mental camera.” He pretended to snap a picture before reaching out to measure her breasts in her dowdy eighteen hour bra. “Nice.”

“Thanks. Now can we…” Darcy’s sentence ended in a squeal when James tweaked both her nipples at the same time.

He leaned over and buried his face in her cleavage. His hot mouth opened against her skin as he pushed her breasts together, licking, kissing, rubbing his stubble across her.

Suddenly he jerked up. His fingers probed the bottom of her right breast. “What the hell? Darcy, baby, this can’t be good. Do you know you’ve got a—”

Darcy felt the hard lump of a jelly bean roll under James’s touch.

“It’s a jelly bean,” she said, a little embarrassed. Two minutes ago she’d been a couple strokes away from an orgasm, and now James was finding candy in her bra. “I forgot it was there.”

He slid her straps off her shoulders, tugging the cups down until her nipples and the jelly bean were freed. “Ahhhh.”

He bent down and licked one nipple, then the other. The erotic wetness tightened the tips. She felt his big hands at her hips and raised herself so he could tug off her damp panties.

Once they’d removed her bra, James let out a breath. He took her hands and kissed them. “I can’t believe how much finding a lump there scared me. It was like nearly falling off a cliff.”

His concern touched her somewhere almost as deep as his fingers recently had, so she deflected it with a lame joke. “Why are you scared? I’m the one risking indecent exposure.”

“Not a chance. You’re a very decent person.”

“There are cars full of people all around us.”

“Don’t worry. Nobody can see in. We can do whatever we want.” James touched the window above her. “We’re steamed up.”

His observation brought home their situation in a way she’d been able to ignore when desire dominated her thoughts. Jesus, she was completely nude in the middle of the interstate. Ten feet from other people, families, kids. Was this even legal? She either needed James between her legs, driving her worries out of her head, or she needed to put her clothes on and die of humiliation.

“James, maybe we shouldn’t.”

He pressed a finger to her lips, a finger that smelled of her desire. “We should.”

Darcy tasted his skin. Salty and spicy and musky and apparently a huge turn-on for him, because he thrust his finger into her mouth.

She sucked it, watching his face. She wrapped her tongue around his finger the way she’d like to do to his cock and slid her lips up and down. Hot air from the vents puffed across her skin, and she became conscious of the fact moisture dampened her pussy and inner thighs.

James withdrew his finger slowly, his expression rapt. He traced a line from the hollow of her throat straight down her bare body until he reached her pubic bone.

She widened her thighs in encouragement. When he slid his finger between her folds, she found the front of his jeans and rubbed his hard length.

James closed his eyes and tilted his head back. His strong, masculine jaw tensed as she concentrated her efforts on the head of his penis. It grew under her touch, and she still hadn’t gotten into his pants.

“Take off your clothes,” she said.

He quickly peeled off both his shirts at once. His well-defined torso gleamed in the glow from the dials. Darcy fondled his abs and felt her inhibitions sink right back down to where they’d been a couple minutes ago.

She was ready, anxious even, for whatever he had in mind.

He lowered his hands to his jeans and paused. “This isn’t going to work unless I take my boots off first.”

“Hurry up,” she almost groaned. He unlaced the hiking boots and shimmied out of his jeans and boxers in what had to be record time.

He hovered over her like he was doing push-ups, lowering himself to kiss her. His stiff cock brushed her pussy. Teased her, made her want him more, before he straightened his arms. He kissed her again, several times, always raising himself after a few seconds. Then he shifted down and nuzzled her breasts with a combination of rough whiskers and slick tongue.

Darcy felt her hips jerk as sensation shot straight into her privates. He wasn’t delicate or cautious, sucking her hard, using his teeth, burning her with his stubble. His hands gripped her hair, holding her down. Raw pleasure melted her into his leather seat. When he moved lower, his breath wafting across her stomach, her pussy, she thought she might have a heart attack.

He parted her labia and licked her clit sweetly, unlike the way he’d treated her breasts. Soft, slow laps. A gentle massage on her inner thighs, his hands creeping around to cradle her ass. The wet noises of his tongue and mouth against her flesh, his murmurs, his sexy encouragement, filled the truck’s cab.

Darcy felt herself start to fly again. The velvety suction. The strokes and teases. She’d thought he was good with his hands, but his mouth put them to shame.

But it was too polite, too slow.

“I want you inside me when I come,” she said, panting.

“What part of me?”

“I don’t care.” She rolled her head from side to side. “Hard, James. I want it hard.”

He responded by ramming two fingers inside her and increasing the suction on her throbbing pussy. In thirty seconds she knew she was going through the roof.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. She squeezed her inner muscles, squeezed her fists, squeezed her eyes shut.

“Come on, baby.” He sucked harder, caught her clit in his mouth.

Darcy convulsed, ripples blasting through her like shockwaves. He kept licking, fast and strong, as she spasmed around his fingers. When she was finished, he sheathed himself in a condom. He crawled up her body and positioned himself.

“Can you do that again?” he asked, his words blistering her neck.

“Try me.” She wound her arms around him and urged him forward.

His cock was infinitely larger than his fingers. He eased himself inside her still-quivering pussy, stretching her satisfaction deeper. She raised her knees high, though she couldn’t put her legs over his shoulders like she wanted. The steering wheel was in the way.

“This is…” James rolled inside her, slow as molasses. “This is the best.”

“Best?”

“Best. Christmas. Ever.” He punctuated each word with a thrust.

“Mmm.” Darcy caressed his back, enjoying the texture of his skin, the muscles bunching in his ass as he pushed in and out of her. Lassitude from the orgasm began to give way to excitement as his big cock worked her.

“I’m going to make you come again.” He fisted his hand in her hair, yanking her head sideways. The tug on her scalp burned, but she liked it. She wanted more. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby.”

James drew himself almost all the way out and rammed into her, thunking her head against the driver’s door.

“Do it.” She slapped his butt with both hands, digging in. He heaved and sweated.
Thunk. Thunk.
She barely felt it. James pounded into her pussy, his balls smacking her ass.

“It’s been so long.” He drove her relentlessly; her desire rose like a flood. He secured her hair firmly enough that her head quit hitting the door. It hurt. It felt too good. “I haven’t dated anyone since I started working for you.”

She closed her eyes, swimming in pleasure and pain and lust. Something unnamable swept her along. “What are…?” She could barely form words. “What are you saying?”

His cock seemed to swell. “I don’t want anyone else.”

She started to tremble, awash, bobbing. She needed to look him in the face and see if this was a line, but he growled when she tried to roll her head.

“Tell me you want me, Darcy. Nobody but me.” He slithered his arm under one of her thighs and somehow got her leg over his shoulder.

Darcy groaned when his next thrust went so deep it hurt. “Yes.”

“Can you take this?” He slowed his pace, dragging his cock out of her body before slamming back in. The new angle parted her ass cheeks and stretched her like a rubber band.

“I’m not sure.” Could she take this? He was apparently made of steel with stamina to match. Her thighs started to shiver. “I’m not a gymnast.”

“You just need more encouragement.” He released her hair, slid his arm along the back of the seat, and raised his upper body. He did something else shifty with his legs, she couldn’t see what, and started fucking her again.

“I want to feel you come.” He took her hands and put them on her breasts, guiding her fingers to her nipples. She arched into his thrusts. He slapped her thigh, flesh against flesh doubly loud every time he drove himself home. “You’re close, aren’t you? You’re getting tight.”

“God, yes. Faster.”

He increased his pace. His hair fell over his forehead. Perspiration glinted on his arms. “Touch yourself, Darcy. Touch your breasts like I did.”

She pinched her nipples because she wanted more sensation, more pain and pleasure coursing through her. She couldn’t get enough. If she could have had him pounding into her pussy and her mouth and her ass all at the same time, she’d have begged for it, but he only had one cock.

James stilled his hips while he was mostly outside her body.

Darcy whimpered.

“You’re gonna like this.” He rubbed her clit with his dick, stimulating her, moistening her. After she was slick with her own juices, he pinched her bud. He slowly pushed back into her pussy while rubbing her clit at the same time.

Intense pleasure blossomed. Darcy’s eyelids fluttered as the world went even darker than it already was. Was this what it was like for your eyes to roll back in your head?

When he’d filled her all the way, he began to drive into her body in deep, short increments, shoving her into the seat. Darcy felt insane with craving. Soon she was pleading with him to go faster as she felt another orgasm snaking up her spine.

His powerful thrusts shook the truck and she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything but James inside her, James here with her. When she moaned, he plucked her clit like a guitar string. He pounded into her, fucking her with a wild passion she’d never experienced.

Darcy cried out when she came this time, her muscles melting like wax. He slowed his hips, staying put as she throbbed around him. When she was done, he kissed her and said something in her neck she couldn’t quite hear.

“Now you.” She pulled him into her with her heels.

“I can make you come again,” he said, his eyes gleaming.

She smiled. “Next time.”

Something like a revelation flashed across his face, barely discernable in the dark, and he lowered himself onto her. His cock twitched. James kissed her lightly, but she grabbed his hair and held him in place, like he’d held her.

They kissed slow and easy, and James rocked. She sighed with pleasure at the feel of him. He moved inside her steady and sure. Not just his cock but their bodies slid together, touching everywhere. This was different. She couldn’t stop kissing him. His chest rubbed her nipples, his thighs rubbed her thighs. Even though she’d thought two climaxes was her limit, pleasure began to swirl inside her until she was drowning in it.

James increased his pace. Her head banged into the door again, maybe his, but she was floating in orgasm ocean and couldn’t tell. He slid in and out in long strokes, faster and faster. Banging. Knocking. The truck rocking. The seat squeaking beneath her.

Darcy held onto him and went with it. She moaned and cried, letting him know in no uncertain terms he was hitting the right spots. Another orgasm rippled through her unexpectedly, taking her all the way up and back down. Lights burst around them. She felt like hot butter, dripping and delicious.

After several more thrusts, several knocks against the door, James gritted his teeth, not quite suppressing a groan. His cock swelled right before it pulsed.

“Darcy. God. This is so…” He shuddered and panted as he came.

Knock knock knock.

Darcy could barely keep her eyes open. Why could she still hear knocking? James wasn’t moving his hips; he was flattened on her like a blanket. And what was with the lights?