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  "This was a terrible idea." Obviously embarrassed, she crossed her arms over her breasts and tried to move off his lap, managing to pin herself with one knee on the floor and her head against the dashboard.

  "Hey, come on now," Nick lifted her up and resettled her, gripping her thighs firmly to keep her in place. She reluctantly uncrossed her arms as his head bent to nuzzle against her breasts.

  "Do you have any idea how sexy you are? The fact that you can come with nothing more than my mouth on your tits makes me harder than I’ve ever been in my life." He licked each of the now-soft nipples in turn as his hands squeezed the ripe curves of her ass.

  "But I'm usually..." She paused, licked her lips, started again. "I'm usually only good for one a night. And I wanted it to be with you..." She hesitated.

  Shy Kelly was back, and he nuzzled her neck encouragingly.

  "I wanted it to be with you inside me."

  "You will," he whispered, one hand sliding around to cup her sex through the silky fabric of her panties. His fingers pressed against her drenched slit, and the heel of his hand ground against her mound. “Trust me."

  Chapter Three

  "It's not that I don't trust you," Kelly murmured, grinding herself against the firm pressure of Nick's palm. "But I know myself, and I don’t come more than once."

  The air in the truck was close, echoing with the sound of their labored breath. Her soft moan filled the space as she surged against him, surprised when, in spite of her protests, the faintest tingles of renewed desire blossomed in her belly.

  It wasn't that she had a problem having an orgasm during sex. As with everything in her life, Kelly was self-sufficient and took personal responsibility for her own sexual enjoyment. If it meant giving her lovers step-by-step instructions, or even taking matters into her own hands, she made sure she always got off.

  But once she was done, she was done.

  Even so, she let out a little moan as Nick's hand stole inside her panties. Two long, thick fingers pressed against her cleft, and his thumb traced firm circles around her slowly—unbelievably—awakening clit. Nick captured the sound with his mouth, sweeping his tongue against her soft inner cheeks.

  She spread her knees wider against the bench seat and leaned back against the dash, emitting a little sigh of frustration. She hated it when this happened, when she got turned on again, just enough to leave her really frustrated but never enough to reach another peak.

  "Come inside me, Nick," she whispered, moving her hand between their bodies, her palm pressing firmly against the hard bulge in his fly.

  She wanted to feel him there, she really did. But she also wanted him to stop his futile teasing and just get on with it.

  Her mouth went dry at the feel of his impressive length all but burning through the fabric of his jeans, and again she scolded herself.

  How could she have possibly lost control and come with just his mouth on her breasts? How could she have ruined her first time with Nick?

  "Just relax," he whispered. "Trust me to make it good for you."

  Her eyes snapped open. His amber gaze seemed to glow, even in the dim light. He captured her hand, preventing its further explorations, and raised it to his lips. He kissed her, pulling her flush against him so her breasts were crushed, his hot, hair-roughened skin burning her. “You have such beautiful skin," he said as he bent his head to kiss the smoothness of her shoulder, the curve of her neck. His hands splayed across her back, the faint calluses abrading the smooth expanse. "So soft and sweet." His tongue flicked out to taste her. "I wonder if you're this sweet everywhere."

  He slid a hand under her skirt and hooked it in the waistband of her panties. Obligingly she rose up and leaned back against the dash so he could pull the minuscule scrap of fabric down her legs. His groan echoed hers as he slipped one blunt, long finger inside her, testing her, teasing her with what was to come. "Next time I'm gonna make you come in my mouth," he said harshly. "But now I can't wait anymore."

  He pulled her hand back down to his fly. "Take me out."

  Kelly obeyed with shaky fingers, and he impatiently lifted his hips and shoved his pants and underwear down around his thighs. She couldn't see him clearly, but she reached down to grasp him, silky hot skin over granite hardness pressing urgently into her hand. She circled him with her fist, realizing with a bit of trepidation that her fingers barely met.

  She giggled nervously.

  "I'm sure you realize," he said, his hand settling over hers, guiding her into a firm, pumping rhythm that brought a sheen of sweat to his skin, "that laughter is not an appropriate response when a guy takes his dick out."

  "I'm sorry," she said, her voice quavering. "It's just—Vicki Jenkins was right. You're huge."

  And he was. Certainly bigger than any other man Kelly had known.

  "Vicki Jenkins told you I was huge?" he managed to choke out. Even in the dim light she could see his jaw clench. His hands clenched and unclenched in the soft flesh of her hips.

  Kelly kissed him hard and felt an answering rush of moisture flood between her thighs. "I heard her on the bus." Kelly almost didn’t recognize the husky throb of her own voice. Following his guide, she stroked him up and down in a firm squeezing motion, tracing the thick ridge beneath the head, circling the smooth, plump tip with her thumb until it was slick with his own fluids. "She was talking to a friend."

  She sucked at the salty flesh of his neck. "She said you were so big, she could barely walk afterward. Thinking about that used to scare me, but then..."

  Nick's hands rubbed up and down her arms, over her breasts, her waist, in an aimless, arousing exploration. "But then?"

  She sucked his tongue into her mouth, stroking it with her own until a deep moan rumbled from his chest. "But then I started to wonder how you would feel inside me, if I could take it."

  His eyes gleamed wickedly as he shoved her skirt up around her waist, thrusting himself into her fist. "Oh, you can take it. I have no doubt."

  All traces of teasing vanished as Nick captured one nipple in his teeth. Pleasure danced on the edge of pain as his tongue lashed at the sensitized flesh.

  She guided his cock to the throbbing wetness of her sex, circling the head against her pulsing clit. Was it possible she could come again?

  Elated at the possibility, Kelly pushed her breasts against his face, begged him to suck her harder as she rocked against his huge erection.

  She grunted in protest as he pushed her back against the dashboard. He reached down between them, fumbling. "Condom," he muttered.

  She rose up on her knees as he rolled it on in one quick, smooth motion. One strong hand cupped her ass as the other positioned the head of his cock at her dripping entrance. Blunt, insistent, he squeezed inside.

  She let out a little moan as she felt her inner muscles clench in resistance. Her body was protesting. Not in fear, or in pain, but in self-preservation. This was supposed to be fun, a fulfillment of a fantasy, nothing more, but Kelly couldn't escape the sensation that if she let Nick inside she would never be the same.

  "Take it slow, honey," he murmured, his fingers gripping the resilient flesh of her ass, "as slow as you need."

  She braced her hands on his shoulders, moaning as she felt the thick, heavy slide of him inside her. She was wet and slick around him, relaxing now to take him deep. Surrendering. Surrendering to this exquisite fullness, the throbbing of him deep inside. Deeper than anyone had ever been before.

  She began moving, faster now, spreading her knees wide to take him deeper with every downstroke of her hips.

  He let out a low string of curses. "You feel so good, you have no idea," Nick whispered. He braced his big, booted feet on the floor and thrust up hard against her, sucking her nipples hard into his mouth.

  The pressure built as her body grasped his cock, trying to hug it inside her. She ground her clit against his pubic bone, frantically working herself to another peak.

  As though he read her mind, Nick slipped his hand between
them. His thumb settled against her clit, the firm strokes perfectly matching the rhythm of their thrusts. Heat blossomed at the base of her spine, trickling through her limbs, tingling in her fingers and toes. “Come, Kelly, come again. With me inside you," he growled, swirling his thumb against her throbbing flesh.

  At his command, she shattered, throwing her head back as her stunned cries echoed in the close confines of the truck. She slumped against him, dazed for a moment until she realized he was still rock hard inside her.

  He shifted their position, pushing her onto her back so her head was wedged against the driver's side door. He was on top of her, one foot on the floor and one knee on the seat. He either didn't mind or didn’t notice the gearshift bumping against his thigh as he seated himself more firmly inside her.

  She closed her eyes, drifting. Heaved a contented sigh. Now Nick could take his turn.

  "Hey, Kelly."

  Her eyes snapped open at his commanding tone.

  "Focus. Don't think just because you came you get to roll over and fall asleep."

  She couldn't very well roll over with his cock pinning her to the seat, but it was probably best not to mention that.

  "Come on, honey, I want you with me. All the way to the end." He emphasized this with a firm thrust that had the head of his cock bumping against her cervix.

  She inhaled with a sharp gasp as, incredibly, her body responded to his heavy thrusts, tightening around him as he increased his tempo.

  Her tissues were swollen, sensitive almost to the point of pain, and still he pounded against her. It was too much, too overwhelming. “Oh, God, Nick, I can't take anymore," she whimpered. She, who was always in control of her own orgasm, forced to endure more pleasure than she'd ever experienced in her life.

  Her previous languor vanished, bringing everything into sharp, bright focus. The hot feel of Nick's skin as her palms pressed against his back. The harsh sound of his breath as he struggled to hold back his release. The sheen of sweat that slicked his muscles, their ripples gleaming in dim light.

  She smelled the heavy scent of sex in the air, the sharp tang of their mingled sweat. It pulled at something primitive inside of her, and she hooked her leg around his waist to draw him closer.

  He grabbed her left ankle and propped her sneaker-clad foot on his shoulder. The other he hooked over the steering wheel, and Kelly braced her foot on the dashboard. They groaned in unison as he slid even deeper inside her slick, yielding softness. "That's it, honey, take me, take all of me."

  She was spread wide open, helpless against the surging invasion of his cock. Vaguely Kelly felt her head bump against the door, but she didn't care, overwhelmed as she was by her own gut-wrenching response.

  "Jesus Christ, you're killing me," he groaned, his hips pistoning harder, faster, his balls slapping the soft flesh of her ass with every stroke. One last thrust and he froze, shaking over her. His cock throbbed and twitched, sending her spiraling to another release.

  If the first two orgasms had been like waves of pleasure washing through her, this one was like a tsunami, crashing over her, overwhelming her, seizing her in spasms so intense she feared for a moment her heart would stop.

  She could see the headlines now: "Doctor fucked to death. Morticians unable to remove smile from her face."

  He collapsed on top of her, his heavy weight pleasantly crushing her into the seat. His heart thudded heavily, echoing her own. As her breath and heartbeat returned to a semi-normal level, she ran her hands up and down the sleek muscles of his back. Her soft tissues protested as his slowly softening erection slipped from her body.

  Odd, that she should be so bereft to have him leave her. Usually once a lover was finished, she couldn't wait for him to pull out and get off her. But even in the cramped quarters of the truck, she wanted to stay under Nick forever, with him inside her. Eventually he would get hard again...

  He levered himself off her, pausing to press a tender kiss against her mouth. He quickly divested himself of the condom and pulled up his pants.

  Kelly felt around for her clothes. Suddenly she felt not just naked, but exposed. Half-naked in a truck with her body aching from vigorous sex was not a familiar situation. Now without the filter of passion, she wasn't quite sure how to act.

  The man had just brought her to three—count 'em, three—screaming orgasms, and she had no idea what to say to him.

  Now she remembered exactly why she didn't do one-night stands, especially with guys who completely outmatched her sexually. What was she supposed to say? Thanks, that was great? The rumors were true, you could go pro with that thing?

  Nick handed over her bra, chuckling.

  "What?" she snapped, convinced he was laughing at her.

  "We didn't even get our shoes off."

  She looked down. Sure enough, her red Keds were still on her feet, and his work boots were tightly laced.

  He hauled her against him, and her doubts momentarily fled as she was distracted by the luscious feel of his bare chest against hers. He cupped her face, licked inside her mouth, and against her thigh she felt the faint stirring of his penis where it peeked out from his open fly.

  The man is a machine, she thought as her womb gave an answering tug.

  "Next time, I want you naked with the lights on," he growled.

  She kissed him back with greater enthusiasm. "Next time?"

  He lifted his head, cupped her cheeks in his hands. "You didn’t really think one time would be enough?"

  "I was prepared to let it be."

  Nick's hands slid down her back to the waistband of her skirt. “No way. I've got over a decade of fantasies stored up, and I plan to get to every one of them."

  He handed over her discarded garments"all except for her panties, which seemed to have vaporized. She dressed, trying not to read too much into the idea that Nick wanted to see her again. Just like her, all he wanted was sex.

  But the thought that he'd enjoyed himself enough to want more thrilled her nonetheless.

  They drove in companionable silence, and when they got to the tiny two-bedroom bungalow, he again walked her to the door. The way he tucked her hand into his was frighteningly soothing. The universe was making it very difficult for her to keep her distance.

  He leaned in and kissed her, and before she knew it Kelly had her leg hitched up over his hip again. He tore his mouth away and whispered,

  "I only had the one condom, and unless you're stocked up we better cool it."

  "Nope. Unfortunately I don't generally equate coming home with getting action." She fought the urge to invite him in to spend the night anyway. That the idea of falling asleep with him tucked around her was so appealing was enough for her to keep her mouth shut.

  "Now maybe you will," he said with a teasing nip at her bottom lip.

  "When will I see you?" She hoped that didn't come out sounding as pathetically needy as she feared.

  "Soon." He tilted her chin up for one last kiss. "I'll pass you a note in study hall."

  She leaned back against the door, slightly dazed, as she watched him walk away. A very uncomfortable thought occurred to her. "Nick," she called, and rushed down the walk after him.

  He turned to her, expectant.

  "Can you do me a favor?" She stopped inches away, arms wrapped around herself to ward off the late fall chill. She told herself it wasn't especially sweet when Nick pulled her close and chafed her arms and buried his face in her hair.

  "Anything, babe."

  Kelly was momentarily speechless. No man had ever called her babe, and until this moment, she'd been certain she'd gut-punch any man who tried.

  Then she remembered her purpose. "Can we keep this quiet? I mean, not tell your brothers or anything?"

  His hands on her arms stilled, and he pulled away to look at her.

  She rushed on. "You know our parents. If your mom or my dad gets wind of this, they'll misunderstand"start planning the wedding or nonsense like that. I'm leaving town in a few weeks, and we both kn
ow this can't turn into anything serious." Even as she said it a tiny voice in the back of her brain wondered why the hell not. She dismissed it as an overload of hormones from all the orgasms.

  Funny, she thought he'd be relieved. But from what she could see of his expression in the dimness of the streetlights, he looked annoyed.

  Nick's grip tightened around her upper arms for a split second.

  Then all tension faded from his hands and his face, and his lips quirked up into a half smile. "You're right. It's best if nobody knows."

  "Including Mike and Tony," she pressed, knowing full well how close he was to his brothers.

  "Including Mike and Tony."

  Kelly smiled in relief, and in the next second her breath left her as he kissed her hard, turned, and walked to his truck. She raised her arms and stretched, feeling gloriously fatigued in every sinew. As she tracked the glow of taillights down the block, she ignored the little voice warning her that her feelings for Nick were anything but casual.

  Chapter Four

  I am a lucky, lucky man, Nick mused on the short drive back to his house. It was almost too good to be true, Kelly proposing a secret, no-strings fling, with no hard feelings once it was time for her to go. It was just the thing, as his brothers put it, to get him back into the saddle.

  He watched for familiar cars, but this time of night, the streets were deserted so there was little risk of anyone seeing him out this late and asking questions. And if anyone did he could just tell them he was over in Truckee getting a piece of ass.

  He snapped on the kitchen light and winced at the clock. Twelve-thirty.

  He had to be up in less than six hours. The sacrifices a man had to make for good sex.

  No, not just good sex, he thought as he undressed and slipped into his king-size bed. Awesome, unbelievable, soul-shaking sex. The mere memory of it made him hard as a spike, when by rights his cock should be wrung out like an old washrag.

  Never in his wildest fantasies about Kelly—and he'd had quite a few over the years—had he ever imagined she'd be so hot, so responsive.