The Switch by Debra Kayn (desktop ebook reader TXT) 📗

She crawled into the backseat without a clue how being with him would work. He was a big man. She wasn't as limber as she was when she was younger and not as daring.

Trip shut the door. She sat on her knees beside him. The headrests from the front seats barely hid them from the crowd outside the clubhouse.

He hooked her hip, bringing her down on his lap, and burying his fingers in her hair. The others forgotten; she fell into his kiss. His chest, rock hard and meaty, filled her hands.

Trip caught her lip between his teeth and then pulled back. The heated look made her wet. She reached down and undid the top of his jeans. Then, she got off him and unsnapped her shorts, wiggling them over her hips.

She careened toward him, off-balance in the small space. He steadied her, and she removed her shorts and panties. So much for the black lacy panties she'd saved for a special occasion. She was in too much of a hurry to wrap herself around Trip.

"I have a condom in..." She reached for her shorts, having put protection in her pocket before she'd left the house.

"I've got it covered." He reached behind him and brought a condom out of his pocket before he yanked his jeans past his hips.

Knowing he was taking care of both of them, she straddled his legs. He raised his hand, cushioning her head as she bumped against the roof of the car.

She moaned, impatient with her clumsiness. Taking the condom from him, she wanted to thank him, but she caught sight of his cock.

God, he was beautiful. Big, thick, and circumcised. The veins along his length matched the veins on the back of his hand, traveling up his arm.

Trip cupped her face. "Bonnie?"

She raised her gaze. The unspoken question in his tone softened the tension etched in his features.

"It's been a while since I've been with someone." She swallowed hard, trying to slow down. "I'm about to flip out."

"Is that good or bad?"

"It's a very good thing that could be very, very bad." Laughter bubbled out of her before he captured her mouth.

She came up, gasping for air. Quickly rolling it on him, her body tightened in pleasure as his hands circled her waist. There was something so encompassing about being with him.

It wasn't only his physical size and strength. When he was around, he demanded attention without saying a word. And, she noticed the way he owned his space. She couldn't help but fantasize about him owning her.

"Make sure you watch for anyone approaching the car," she whispered.

"Don't worry. I'll hear them."

He lifted her body up. In such a natural move, as if they'd done this together before, she lined his hardness up to her pussy.

Trip lowered her, and she moaned into his mouth as he plunged inside of her, stretching her. Her thighs quivered, and she adjusted her knees, getting closer to him.  The shift shot pleasure throughout her.

Holding on to his shoulders, she moved up and down on him. The physical contact was out of this world.

He was perfect in every way. Solid, thick thighs, lean hips, ripped stomach, and a broad chest with even wider shoulders. She caught his lips, grinding her pussy down against him.

His hands moved to her ass, and he squeezed, keeping her moving. He had on too many clothes. She had on too many.

"You're so..." She stroked his tongue. "Sexy."

His thighs tightened, and he thrust up, meeting her each time. Her nipples peaked into hard pebbles inside her bra.

She panted, overheated. Inside and outside.

He brought his hand up to her lower back, pulling her against him, slowing them both until all she could do was rock. The change of position intensified the feelings, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, seducing him with her tongue. Kissing, sucking, trying to capture the pleasure swirling around her.

She needed to share how she was feeling. She wanted him to know what he was doing to her. She was going crazy, and it was important that he knew what being with him meant to her.

Trip moaned. The low vibration trickled through her.

Her senses heightened, everything joined together, sweeping her into an orgasm. Her spine arched, and her head fell back as her body gravitated closer to him.

Every muscle clenched, released, squeezed, and sighed, over and over.

His fingers dug into her hips, and he lifted his hips off the seat, plunging deeper inside of her. She recovered and watched him the moment he climaxed.

His pupils rebounded from dilating, and he focused on her. Totally relaxed, she smoothed the hair off his forehead and then kissed him softly on his parted lips.

"Bonnie?" Trip closed his mouth and swallowed. "Good?"

She warmed inside, still impaled on him. "It was almost perfect."

His brows lowered. She followed the line of his brow over his eye with her thumb, smoothing the concern over her remark away.

"A big bed would've made it perfect." She leaned to the side, moving her leg. "I'm not sure I'll be able to walk when I get off you."

He massaged her thighs before lifting her off him. "We'll have sex in a bed and make it perfect."

She raised her brows. "Pretty cocky of you to already be planning a next time."

"It's the truth." He removed the condom and tossed it on the floor of the car.

She tsked, picking it up and finding an old McDonald's paper bag under the seat to throw it in. Then, she reached for the Germ X that she always kept between the front seats for the kids.

Aware the sun had gone behind the mountain peak and cast the vehicle in shadow, she gazed out the window while squirming into her panties and shorts.

"I don't see my boys." She fingered her hair off her face.

"I'll help you look for them."

She reached for the door handle, and he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. He pulled her closer and kissed her.

"Thanks." He inhaled deeply.

She smiled