“What the hell happened? Damn, my head hurts.” She brought her hand up to her wound, getting sticky blood on her fingers.
“Dick hit you with the butt of the gun when you went for his gonads.” He stroked her cheek softly.
“Did I get them?” She huffed out a breath and tried to sit up.
“No you didn’t. He clocked you before you got close.” He helped her sit up between his legs.
“Sonofabitch this hurts. I haven’t had a headache like this since…” her words died in the silence.
“What were you going to say?” He kissed her on her shoulder.
She turned her head to look at him. “Why did you kiss me? Do you think we’re a couple now just because I gave you a blowjob?”
“I don’t know, I just wanted to kiss you. I still want to kiss you, but if you don’t want it say so. Tell me you don’t want me.” He challenged her, knowing she did. Her eyes told him everything he needed to know. The eyes never lied.
“I told you before I wanted mine. I just don’t think here would be the best place or time to do it.” She sighed.
“You can have some here. I can do this.” He slid his hand down to her pussy touching her through the denim. “Undo your pants.” He rubbed the length of the seam of her jeans.
“You got it.” She quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and he slid his hand inside, touching her moist heat through the scrap of silk she had on. He pulled it aside, finding her slick wet folds. He ran his finger through her slit, grazing her clit, making her back arch. He concentrated on her clit, rubbing it in small circles, eliciting quiet mewling noises from her.
“Mmm, yes. Put your fingers inside me.” She tipped her pelvis up, giving him better access.
He slid two fingers inside her tiny hole, pumping in and out. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” He hooked his fingers, rubbing across her G-spot.
“Ohmigod, yes. That’s it, that’s it Jarrod, I’m gonna come.” She rotated her hips with his rhythm.
He loved hearing his name fall from her lips. He stroked her clit with his thumb a couple of times and she splintered apart in his arms, shaking and twitching. Her legs clamped shut; she held her breath for a moment then panted.
He pulled his hand free, lifted it up to his mouth and tasted her salty sweet nectar. He could hardly wait till he could lay her across his bed and taste her sweet pussy. His cock hardened at the thought. If they made it through this crazy day she would be his.
Hot damn, that quite possibly could have been one of the most intense orgasms of her life. He was truly gifted in the sex department. She had no doubt he would be an animal in bed. Just the right man to keep up with her. She felt his erection on her lower back, knowing she could do nothing more to help him with it here. They needed to concentrate on getting out of there. "Thank you. I needed that.” She fastened her pants.
He kissed her on the shoulder. “You’re welcome. I just wish there could be more. If we get out of this, there will be.” She relaxed against him, basking in the afterglow of the moment. She didn’t want to move ever again. Even though she would never admit it, it felt good to be in his arms. That thought scared her. She had to get it together this was no time to get soft. She pushed away from his embrace.
“What’s the matter?” He scrunched his brows together.
She could see the wounded look in his eyes. She felt bad about it, but there was no time to be sentimental. They sort of had sex, that was all. Nothing more, nothing less. “Nothing’s the matter sport. I’m just trying to figure out what to do to get us out of here.”
He huffed out a breath. “So we’re back to sport, huh? Well, that’s just great.” He threw his hands up in the air.
She could hear the hurt and frustration in his voice, but there was nothing she could do to soothe it. This is exactly why she didn’t do relationships. She had casual sex and that was it. She didn’t have a place in her life for complicated shit. “Don’t you want to get out of here?”
He sighed, and stood up with her. “Well, what’s the plan?” He peeked out the blinds with her