Page 69 of Detour

A rumble in the distance has us sitting up.

“Looks like a storm’s coming in.” Coty gestures to the darkened horizon.

Thunderstorms don’t happen often around here but when they do, they’re a welcome reprieve from the constant dry heat of summer.

“Should we pack up?”

“Are you asking me to go back to your place?”

I bump his shoulder with mine.

We work together to get things cleaned up and returned to the trunk.

Before I can grab my door handle, Coty catches me by the waist and presses me against the passenger side. Gently, he brushes my hair back with one hand while I drape mine around the back of his neck, looking him in the eye.

“Thank you. You think about the little things.” I’ve never had anyone make me feel special and Coty acts like it’s his own personal mission. I hedge, “Why are you so good to me?” then hold my breath. One day he’ll realize I’m just a distraction, a roadside attraction, along the carefully paved path to his highly anticipated future and he’ll move on. The only thing remaining will be the footprints he left on my recklessly constructed, stationary heart.

“Because I want to.” He presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “Because you’re worth it.” Another kiss, this one just under my ear. “Someone made you believe you’re not. I’m going to show you that you are.” The last being whispered against my ear melts the worry away along with the last of my resolve.

On a gasp, I draw my head back in line with his and seal my lips to his impatiently. Coty’s hands drop to my ass, lifting me and I happily wrap my legs around his lean torso. I notice his hand reach behind my back just before he pushes me against the side of his car. Pinned by his waist, Coty pulls back from my mouth. My lips part, ready to beg, when his other hand grips my chin, tilting my head back against the roof of the car. He proceeds to make a meal out of my neck and chest like he didn’t just fill up on lunch. I grip his hair, keeping him in place and hang on for the erotic ride he’s taking me on, panting and moaning along the way.

Desperate to ease the ache his tongue on my throat is creating, I push upright using the hot metal at my back to press my waist forward, rubbing against his straining cock. Coty hisses, pulling back from my neck and catches my mouth with his before grinding into me mercilessly.

“Coty,” I beg.

“I know, babe.”

Both hands on my ass, he walks us to the front of his car, never once breaking our connection. As soon as I feel my back hit the unforgiving metal of the Camaro’s hood though, my lips rip from his. “I’ll dent your car.”

“Then you better stop moving.”

He elicits another moan by nipping my lips before lowering to my chest, kissing as he goes.

“I want to taste you.”

“I think you got a pretty good sample already,” I mutter, causing him to look up when he reaches my waistband.

One-handed, he pops the button. “I told you I had a big appetite, babe. And I’m just getting started.”

My eyes go wide then both my shorts and panties are yanked down. I fist my hands by my hips, trying not to sink any lower from the movement. Now exposed, I glance around, checking that we’re still alone.

Creaks under my body the only noise as Coty pulls my pathetic coverings the rest of the way down. The icy apprehension skirting across my skin quickly melts away as white hot anticipation takes over. Using my heels, I push up to help remove the material but then the metal dips, causing Coty to look at my feet. His eyes bounce back to mine and he tsks, “I told you not to move.”

“You’re making it kind of hard here.” I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Barely.

Garments forgotten, Coty leans up to kiss me roughly. His scratchy jeans, stretched from his erection, scrape against my bare pussy as he grinds into me. My hands abandon their station at my sides to grab him. Anywhere. Everywhere. I just want more. Of him. Of whatever I can hold, if only for a moment.

“Just returning the favor,” he rasps.

Once my lower half is completely naked, Coty throws my legs over his shoulders. The second I feel his lips touch my hip bone, I arch my back clear off the hood. Lips, tongue, teeth, they’re all there in a tantalizing dance that I crave in a spot a little further south—a spot that’s full on throbbing, awaiting Coty’s touch. Swirling his tongue lower, he kisses my inner thigh and pauses. So incredibly patient at such an incredibly bad time. I’m too far gone in lust to speak, so I moan greedily instead. That’s all the encouragement Coty needs before he licks up my slit then sucks my swollen clit into his mouth. I dig my heels into his back, earning myself an eager groan. The vibration rolls through my aching flesh and suddenly I’m gasping for air. Where Coty was hungry starting out, the man is downright starved now. My fists clench and unclench in his hair. Keeping my body still proves more difficult when Coty begins fucking me with his tongue. His hands wrap around the tops of my thighs as he holds me to his face. The thread holding me to Earth, to reality, to my sanity, starts to unravel, slowly at first then picking up speed with each thrust. The pressure builds until it feels like I’m riding a moving train. My lower half shakes and I know I’m close.

“Coty,” I say, begging him to send me over the edge. “Fuck,” I say, just because.

He returns his attention to my clit and I almost weep. Licking and sucking and stealing almost all of my breath, Coty’s mouth plays me like I’m his greatest symphony.

It’s not until he growls, “come for me,” that I realize I still haven’t. This. This is the ecstasy. The climax is just the icing on the sexual favor cake. But with one last thrust of his wicked tongue, I oblige. With my toes curled, almost painfully, and my legs frozen against his back, I’m thrown into an earth-shattering orgasm. The shaking in my waist momentarily suspended as I ride the wave of bliss Coty just coaxed from me. Coty’s hunger still apparent in his groans as he guides me back to shore.

Bringing his face up to mine, he wipes his lips quickly. “That was,” he kisses me deeply before breaking to finish his thought, “fucking hot.”