Savor Me (2 page)

"Now how can a man turn down an offer like that?" He climbs into the truck and drives out of the parking lot.

"
WHERE ARE WE GOING?
" I ask Hunter after a few minutes of driving. I live in a small town, where crime is predominately limited to cattle theft, but it's not completely impossible that this man is a country psychopath who is going to take me into the woods and kill me.

"Where do you want to go?" He smiles over at me without taking his eyes off the road.

"Can you just take me home? I live just off Montgomery Street. I'll get Lydia to take me back for my car tomorrow."

"No problem, sugar."

I internally groan at his ridiculous term of endearment. "Thanks, Gramps."

He laughs. "Speaking of, you never answered my question. How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

"Really? You look like a kid! I'm going to need to see some ID, and I'm not talking about the fake one you use to get into bars."

"And what exactly am I going to be doing that requires me to be carded first?"

"Absolutely nothing until I see an ID."

"Oh good, then I definitely won't be showing you," I say, staring at the window.

"Please just tell me you're at least eighteen."

"I'm twenty-two," I repeat. "Why the hell is age so important to you anyway?"

"I'm twenty-four and you look like you're seventeen. The last thing I want to do is pick you up from high school on Friday afternoons."

"What the hell are you talking about? You are taking me to my apartment and dropping me off. I can get my own ride home from school on Friday." I pause and watch his eyes go wide before I continue, "You know, if I hadn't graduated four years ago!"

I know I look young. My entire life, everyone has told me that—even when I was young. I'm five foot three with a petite figure and a baby face. I'm sure I'll appreciate those things one day, but for now, it's kind of annoying. I try to make myself look more my age, but obviously it doesn't help. My blond hair is cut into an angled bob and I have a few dark stripes around my face that make my hazel eyes pop. My solid B-cups don't help my case either, so I have the girls tucked into very padded push-up bra tonight.

"You're really twenty-two?"

"Are you really asking this question again?" I huff. "Yes, I am twenty-two!"

"You want to grab some food before I take you home?" he asks, suddenly changing the subject.

My head snaps over to his. "What? Why?"

"Um, because I'm hungry? I figured that would be obvious by the whole 'grab some food' thing."

"You don't even know my name, you thought I was still in high school, and you helped me escape my crazy-ass sister. And now you want to buy me dinner?"

"You forgot the part where you rudely assumed I have a small cock." He winks and pulls into the all-night diner parking lot.

"I still stand by that too. You're hot as fuck and drive a truck like this... Your dick must be microscopic."

He begins laughing. "Or maybe I just like to ride in a nice truck with my disgustingly huge cock. Ever think of that?"

"Right. Whatever helps you sleep at night." I go to open the door when he grabs my arm.

"Lacey, just so you know, I do know your name. I also have every intention of showing you exactly how right I am tonight. I knew it from the moment you stalked me across the bar. What you don't know is I spotted you long before you saw me. Now, if you will just swear to me you are really twenty-two and I'm not going to end up in jail for tearing that shirt off your body, I would greatly appreciate it."

Very slowly, I reach into my bra and remove my driver’s license, never taking my eyes off his. He takes it from my hand and gives it a quick glance-over before tossing it over his shoulder into the back seat.

"Perfect," he says, launching himself across the truck. He doesn't waste a second grabbing my head and slamming his mouth into mine.

I'm usually the aggressor in sexual situations. I like to be in control, but in this minute, I am all too happy to let Hunter Coy have his way with me. His hand instantly snakes up my shirt, pulling my bra down so he can palm my bare breast. His warm hands roughly squeeze, causing a moan to escape and a smile to spread across his face.

"You’re going to have to do better than that. I like it rough," I encourage him.

"Oh, you mean like this?" He drops his head to my chest and sucks my nipple into his mouth. It's not a sensual suck. It’s almost painful, but I love every second of it. He reaches behind me and snaps my bra open, allowing him more room to play.

A car pulls up beside us. Hunter tries to move away, but I stop him first. "Where the hell are you going? This just got interesting.”

"Lacey, they could be watching. I'm not flashing them your boobs."

"Your truck is at least fifteen inches higher than that car. They would need a ladder to see in here, and if they are that dedicated to watching us, they deserve a decent show." I drag my tongue up his neck.

"Shit, okay. Can we at least take this to the back seat? It's a bench and doesn't have this damn console in the middle."

"Yes, please. God bless the extended cab!" I exclaim, diving over the seat.

"Are you sure you're not seventeen? You seem entirely too excited for car sex. Should I remind you that we are two adults who both have a bed where we could fuck for hours?" he asks, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"But then there wouldn't be perverts on a ladder watching us," I respond, making him laugh once again.

"Good point," he says, stepping out of the truck.

I rip my shirt over my head as he opens the back door in order to get back in, but he stops before climbing up. He does a quick glance around behind him to make sure no one is watching. Besides the car parked on the other side of us, the parking lot is empty.

He turns back to face me, and his eyes are filled with mischief. "Take those off. I want to watch for a minute. I saw you eye fucking me tonight when I walked in. Pretend this didn't work out and you went home alone. Show me what you would have done while thinking about me."

Oh yeah, I'm going to give my cowboy the best fucking show of his life. I quickly drag my jeans down my thighs, purposely leaving on my hot pink thong. In the process, I turn away from him and rise to my knees, pushing my barely covered ass into his face.

“How does a tiny girl like yourself have an ass this nice?” He glides a hand over each cheek.

"Little help?" I shake my feet, signaling him to pull off my heels.

He's still standing with the door open, but he reaches behind to pull it against his back, blocking out any possible onlookers. It would be easier if he would just get in and shut the door. But I know exactly what he's doing. The height of his truck places him at eye level with the back seat. I flip to my back and lie down across the seat. I spread my legs wide, resting one against the back glass and draping the other over the back of the front seat. Hunter lets out a rewarding moan.

"Hey, Hunter?"

"What's up, sugar?" he answers, never taking his eyes off my barely covered pussy.

"Just so you know. I would never have gone home alone and done this while thinking about you." I push my hand into my panties and let out a sigh.

"Yeah, you would have. You wanted me inside of you from the moment your little friend pointed me out. You would have done anything to get me in there, even if it was just your fingers and imagination."

"Oh you are definitely right there." I push a finger inside my wet opening. "But I never would have done it to myself. I would have taken home the two guys who were following me around all night. Then imagined you while they took turns getting me off."

"Both of them, huh?" he questions but still never looks at my face.

"Yep. I'm a little greedy sometimes." I begin to move my hidden hand a little faster.

"I can see that." He reaches forward, dragging my panties aside. "Apparently, I should have been more specific earlier. Get naked, Lacey."

"Okay." I place both my legs on his shoulders and lift my hips off the seat. He takes the cue and pulls my thong down my legs, discarding it on the floor.

Running his thumb over my folds, he says, "Well, surprise, surprise. I would have guessed you kept this sexy pussy nice and trimmed, but to see you completely shaved..." He fades off, shaking his head.

I move one foot down to his pants and rub, not so gently, against his surprisingly large hard-on. “I have to say, I’m impressed with the size of this.”

“I have to say, I told you so,” he teases before thrusting a finger inside me.

My back arches off the seat as he continues to work me with his hands. And let me tell you, Hunter is full of surprises, because for a hot guy, he isn’t lazy about this at all. He pulls out all the stops while taking his time to get me off. He shifts between gentle and rough, always keeping his thumb on my sensitive clit. But it’s his final move that sends me clear off the edge. Right as the orgasm starts to build, Hunter pushes his fingers deep inside and leans down, dragging his tongue over my clit, ending with a rough suck. I all but fly off the seat, sitting straight up as the orgasm ravages my body.

“Holy shit. That was amazing,” I breathe out.

“It was, wasn’t it?” He may be cocky, but I’m so sated I don’t even have it in me to tell him. “I’m kidding, but I’m also taking you back to my place. I have big plans for this pussy tonight, and I’m not doing it in the back seat of my truck.” He shuts the back door and climbs back into the driver’s seat.

“Do I get a say in this?” I ask, dragging my shirt back over my head.

“Absolutely. Would you like to come home with me, so I can show you what I can really do with my mouth?” Like I’m going to say no to that after what he just did to me.

“Alright.” I pull on my jeans and climb back over the seat. “But I have a few rules. Rule number one—you don’t touch my head.” I lean over the center console as he starts the truck. I pull open his belt and unbutton his jeans.

“Oh, Lacey, I like where you are going with this.” He props his arm on the passenger’s seat.

“Rule number two—you keep your eyes open and on me when you come.”

“You’re demanding,” he says with a huge grin on his face.

“I absolutely am. Now, you think you can handle the rules?” I reach into his pants revealing a very nice hard cock. I was
definitely
wrong about Hunter.

“I think I can manage.”

“Good.” I quickly lean into his lap, taking his dick all the way down my throat.

“Fucking shit!” he moans.

“You’re not the only one who’s good with their mouth,” I say before taking him all the way down again. I work him over completely, and within three minutes, I have him coming in my mouth. I swallow like a champ and sit back up, wiping my mouth.

“I love you!” he says jokingly while trying to catch his breath.

“Don’t even play like that. This is two people fucking. Now that we are even, take me home so we can actually…well, fuck.” I move back to my seat and put on my seatbelt. Hunter stares at me for a minute with his mouth hanging open.

“I’m coming on your tits tonight,” he blurts out, apparently searching for some sort of reaction.

“Okay.” I shrug like it’s no big deal.

“You might be the most amazing woman I have ever met.” He starts laughing and peels out of the parking lot.

I SNEAK OUT OF
Hunter’s loft first thing in the morning. It was by far the best sex I have ever had, and I need to get away from him as fast as possible. He doesn't seem clingy, but they never do until they are stalking you down at work and blowing up your phone with "Where are you?" texts. It's just easier to sneak out without exchanging any information and leave it at what it was—one night.

I reach the stairs and open the door to the barn. Surely there has to be a phone in there. My cell phone died at some point last night. If I were smart, I would have plugged it into Hunter’s charger, but I was a little too preoccupied to worry about my early morning escape. It’s such a rookie mistake that I’m even disappointed in myself.

I slide the door open and squeeze inside. I step into the wide stable, complete with at least ten stalls on each side. At the very end of the concrete walkway, a horse is standing with a rope tied on each side of its halter. Thank god. Someone must be here, and they can point me in the direction of the closet phone and hopefully the number to a cab company.