Page 115 of Denial
“I never said I couldn’t dance. It’s the organized group variety I’m unfamiliar with.”
Just then, the song switches to “Footloose,” and it’s my turn to laugh.
“What’s funny?”
“You’re not going to like this one.”
“Why not?”
“It isn’t exactly beginner-friendly. I have an idea.”
I position myself in front of him, pressing my back against the solid plane of his chest. Picking up his hands at his sides in each of mine, I bring them beside us as I start to move.
“Just follow my direction.”
I don’t bother showing him the specific steps, remembering how long it took me to get this one down. Sutton follows my body's movements. We laugh loudly, stumbling over one another as I heel and toe kick us around our space on the dance floor for song after song. We dance until I forget that I’m supposed to teach him, and sweat sticks our clothes to our bodies, and we collapse into each other’s arms.
31
Alice
Sutton pressesme up against the side of his truck with a muted growl. His lips crash against mine, tongue sweeping into my mouth, delivering a taste of the bitter notes of the beer he had with dinner.
My eager fingers slip beneath the hem of his shirt, tickling softly in a way that makes his stomach hollow and his cock hard against my hips.
The night is dark and quiet as we make out beneath a canopy of stars. With one hand, he hits the unlock button on the key fob, and with the other, I’m suddenly floating as he hoists me up into his arms. My legs automatically wind around his trim waist, putting my needy center right up against the hard ridge behind his denim.
I blindly search behind me for the door handle to the second row as I giggle into his mouth.
“Quiet, Firecracker,” he mumbles against my lips, and a light chuckle chases his smile.
I fit my hand between his abs and his jeans, feeling his soft skin with the backs of my fingers. “Hurry, Sunny,” I whine desperately.
The door opens with an audible click, and he drops my ass onto the bench seat. I squeak at the sudden motion, scooting back to give him room to join me. He steps onto the running board, following me inside with a smile.
“Thank god you parked in the very back row of the lot,” I mutter, cupping his face and dragging his lips back to mine.
“And that my truck has tinted windows,” he mumbles against my mouth.
He follows me down flat, slamming his door shut and activating the locks, before his body weight presses me deep into the padded seat.
“God, I need you.” His teeth scrape against the hollow spot beneath my ear.
“Hot and bothered, Sunny?” I tease, but drop my hands to work the button and fly of his denims.
He reciprocates, popping the copper button on my shorts through the hole. “You knew what you were doing in there.”
“This is my fault?” I pant, arching against the seat as he slips his hand into my shorts and strokes me over my underwear. I split my legs, giving him room to move.
“Never done this before, Firecracker. Never needed anyone so badly that I couldn’t fuckin’ make it home.”
His words burn through me, lighting a fire of need. My stomach flips at the absolute grit in his tone.
I free the last button on his jeans, reaching around and yanking the material down over his glutes. With a hand to his chest, I shove at his torso. “Sit up.”
Sutton flops back on the seat, and I crawl after him, flipping onto my stomach. I peel apart the edges of his jeans and free his straining cock. For a moment, I just look at him. I take him in myhand and feel his weight—the hardness like steel in my palm. I pump him slowly, watching the skin tug beneath my fingers. The color flushes deep red at the top.
I part my lips, letting my breath waft over his cock. Sutton shudders, his thighs flexing beneath my hand as I stick out my tongue and lick the shiny pearl bead from the tip.
