I took a giant bite of powdery sugar goodness. “Sounds good to me.”
Fifteen minutes later we were in Hunter’s car driving back home. Bernie was riding in the back seat with my art stuff.
“That was fun,” I said, staring out the passenger window. “I love my aunt and uncle, but getting out and away from them for a bit was nice.”
“Yeah it was fun. I like your aunt and uncle though. Seeing a functional family is kinda a new experience for me.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, before I could think better of it.
“My parents are deadbeats,” Hunter said simply. “Best case, they ignored me. Worst case, they wanted to get me involved by beating up their dealer or something. It was kinda a lose-lose.”
“I’m sorry I brought it up.”
“It’s okay,” he said as we passed by the Perkins house. “It just makes me wonder if I could ever have a happy family. Like putting myself in your uncle’s shoes is hard. I kinda wonder if I could do that because I don’t really have any role models for it.”
“Well you don’t have to worry about that for a while. Speaking of my uncle, you missed their house.”
“I know.”
He looked at me with a wicked grin and drove for a couple minutes more before pulling over in a secluded area under some trees at the end of a cul de sac.
“What are you doing?” I asked, an edgy heat rising in my core as I anticipated the answer.
“What do you want to do?” he replied. His eyes on me, he unbuckled his seatbelt and ran his fingers through my hair.
His touch sent a charge through me, and I began to breathe unsteadily. Had it really only been a few weeks?
“Hunter, I . . .”
I trailed off. Hunter pulled his hand away, though he kept his gaze on mine. “If you don’t want to or you aren’t ready, I understand. I just thought—”
I grabbed the hand he’d pulled away and brought it back. “Do you have a condom?” I whispered, my heart beating in my ears.
A smile cracked across his face as he dug into his pocket and held up a gold foil package with black letters.
I bit my lip and turned to get out of the car.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Back seat.”
I opened the door and stepped out. The doors clicked unlocked, then he got out of the car, turned around and opened the back door.
He looked at me over the car. “Get in,” he said.
I opened the back door, got in, and closed it. He followed, and we were together in the back seat, sitting like we were expecting the driver to get in any moment.
With Bernie in the corner. Hunter grabbed the stuffed animal he had won behind its head and shoved him to the front seat. “I don’t think Bernie wants to see this.”
I laughed. “It kind of smells like kittens back here.”
Hunter shrugged, then brought his hand behind my head and kissed me warmly on the lips. The heat of his mouth was a pleasurable contrast to the cool spring evening. Our tongues tangled deliciously. This time there was no holding back.
Gradually, Hunter got onto his knees on the seat and rocked me onto my back, my legs on either side of him. His hand still cradled my head, keeping it from hitting the door. His free hand came around my back and I felt the familiar sensation of his fingers on my bra clasp.
“You’re sure this is okay?” he asked. “I don’t wanna go too fast.”
I grabbed his c**k through his jeans, and its responsiveness to my touch caused a shiver of excited energy to pass through me. Every hair on my body stood on end. He was hard and getting harder.
“Yes,” I whispered breathlessly.
He unclasped my bra and brought me to sitting up to remove my shirt. The air was cold against my suddenly naked skin.
He seemed to read my mind and removed his sweatshirt and then his undershirt. I felt the warmth of his body heat even before he pressed me close to him. He put his sweatshirt behind me for use as a pillow and eased me back down. The mix of his sweat and natural scent that I had gotten a brief hint of earlier now hung in the air, and it drove me crazy with need for him.
“Hurry up,” I urged.
He obliged, rocking back taking off my shoes and socks first, then my jeans and finally my underwear. I pulled the arms of his sweatshirt around my chest to keep warm. Each article of my clothing was deposited into a pile on the driver side of the car. His clothes quickly followed into a similar pile on the passenger side, by my head.
He took off his underwear last. My first glimpse of his c**k since he’d come to get me made me wet with desire. I didn’t want or need any more foreplay. He needed to be inside me. Now.
“Where’s that condom?” I moaned, looking from his thick c**k to his face. “I want you inside me.”
As I heard him tearing open the wrapper, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back into his hoodie. My skin was flushed and sensitive to every bit of sensation. I hadn’t realized until that moment how much I had been waiting for this moment.
The head of his c**k pushed against the folds of my sex and paused there briefly, positioning. Then he pushed inside me and I felt myself hug tightly around him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, easing his hips into me until I had taken him to the hilt. “You feel so amazing.”
“Hunter,” I breathed, throwing my arms around his neck and digging my nails in.
He rocked back and then began to ram himself in and out of me, pounding me as if he were putting every bit of energy he could into this one act. Pleasure rippled through me from my core to my fingers and toes. My hands went from around his neck to pawing at his hard chest.
Every second dripped with ecstasy. I felt a body-shattering orgasm slowly building. Hunter managed to find another gear, and his increased urgency told me he was close too.
I cupped his taut ass with both hands as he pumped into me. My entire body clenched in anticipation of my climax.
“Lorrie,” he moaned into my ear.
My back arched and came together, my body tightening and then releasing in a rush that made me temporarily unaware of the world around me. Every inch of me soaked in the sensation of my bliss.
Hunter’s skin erupted in goosebumps as he came. Even through the condom, I could feel the warmth of his cum. He collapsed against me, spent.
“Wow,” I said, running my hand through his hair. We held each other for a few minutes.
Finally, he pulled himself up and then out of me before removing and neatly tying off the end of the condom. He reached to the front of the car and put it in a cup holder. I made a mental note to be sure we threw that away as soon as possible.