Spray Paint Kisses

by Bethany-Kris

  Gage’s hand was still gripping tight to her thigh. That tantalizing tingling sensation was still singing through her nerves and travelling farther. Higher, up to her chest, making her breaths come in quick succession, like the beats of her heart. It was also travelling deeper, to the throbbing spot between her thighs, making her cotton panties damp and her body wanton.

  Summer swallowed the nervous tickle in her throat and said, “Kiss me.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Gage did just that. Leaning down, he caught Summer’s tentative smile with his own. Their lips moved a slow, languid beat. Summer parted hers near instantly to feel Gage’s tongue slip inside the heat of her mouth, tasting and exploring. The kiss they’d shared earlier had nothing on this one. Instead of fast and harsh, it was soft and tender.

  Like he was learning her mouth and kiss with his own.

  Summer felt her thighs widen to invite the hand on her leg to travel upwards. As Gage’s fingers tickled along the inside of her leg, Summer shivered. The catcall whistle that echoed from the darkness barely registered. The sheet of rain that began to fall not a second later, however, shocked them both back to reality and sent them running for the shelter of the truck cab. Instead of climbing into the front, Gage pushed Summer into the back seat with a heated gaze and wandering hands skimming up under her dress.

  She let him.

  Chapter Nine

  “God … fucking beautiful,” Gage mumbled against the softness of Summer’s lips.

  Everything about her was soft, he found. From the smoothness of her legs, to the silkiness of her voice as she whispered his name into dark, damp air. Summer released a shaky exhale as Gage kissed a path along her jaw, trailing his mouth down to the hollow of her throat.

  That sweetened vanilla scent wasn’t just a smell anymore, it was a taste, too. Fuck, he loved to taste her with flicks of his tongue striking out to her flesh. Loved the way her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, or how her fisted hands tightened in his shirt every time his lips landed on her skin again and again.

  The rainstorm the weather station predicted earlier in the week ended up arriving hours sooner than expected. That wasn’t unusual. Weather, like life, was often as unpredictable as it was fun.

  Large drops of water pelted the truck, creating a constant drumming noise against the metal. Falling in heavy sheets, there wasn’t a thing distinguishable through the blurred windows. The truck’s roof lamplight had long turned off, leaving Gage with the shimmering glow of Summer’s peach and cream complexion in the dark.

  He didn’t mind a bit.

  Already, he was hard as steel, his erection straining against the zipper of his jeans and threating to bust the seams. As Gage pressed Summer harder into the back seat, she rolled her hips into his groin. Gage groaned into her neck, sparks of building need swimming behind his clenched shut eyes. Nothing but thin cotton and denim separated her sweet spot from his aching cock.

  It was still too much, though. He planned to fix that issue, and fast.

  “Please, Gage, please …”

  Her quiet pleas weren’t falling on deaf ears. His hands had skimmed up under her dress, bunching the fabric around her slim hips. He wrapped his fingers around the cotton material of her panties, just beginning to tug them down. Under his urging, Summer lifted her lower half enough for Gage to pull the panties off completely, tossing them somewhere to the floor.

  Gage lowered himself down her legs, suddenly thankful he’d paid the extra few thousand for a king cab instead of crew. It gave him just enough room to situate Summer with her back against the door while he rested along the seat, leaning down to hook her ankle over his shoulder.

  The tangy scent of her sex mixed in with the smell of a female. Gage breathed it in like a life source, ghosting his hands around her thighs, teasing her inner legs with the gentlest of touches. Even though it was dark, he had a perfect view of her pussy laid out for him, legs spread, body willing. She wasn’t bare, but her pussy was perfectly trimmed and groomed. He’d already tasted her mouth, her skin … now, he wanted to taste her, too.

  Something told him her pussy would taste a hell of a lot like sex, sin, and heaven all rolled into one. Gage barely refrained himself from diving in and taking what he wanted from her. Just like when he first met Summer, there was a faint reminder in the back of his mind whispering that she was delicate, no matter how strong she seemed.

  The tiny quakes in her muscles didn’t escape his notice, though.

  Why was she nervous?

  Then, Summer’s soft, breathless voice made him freeze. “Wait.”

  Gage glanced up from between her thighs, feeling the heel of her chuck press into his shoulder blade. “Summer?”

  She’d closed her eyes, exhaling through her nose. “I just …”

  “What is it?” Gage swallowed the tension in his throat, ignoring the pulsing throb beginning to become painful in his cock. Summer still hadn’t opened her eyes. Had he done something wrong? A dreadful feeling weighed heavily in his stomach. “Listen, we don’t have to do—”

  “No, it’s not that,” Summer interrupted quickly, her blue eyes popping open instantly to meet his. She waved down at him, gaze flitting away as she muttered, “I’ve never, like this, you know. That’s all.”

  Gage’s mouth popped open like an idiot. He hadn’t seen that coming. “No one’s ever taken you with their mouth?”

  “No, I mean they did. I’ve just never came like this, so it’s kind of pointless.”

  Oh.

  Uh, no. Definitely not pointless.

  Guys could be fucking dumbasses sometimes, no doubt about it. At one point, Gage was sure he was one of those idiots, too. At times like this, they tended to think more with the head between their legs instead of the one that they actually used the other ninety percent of the time. Instead of enjoying everything about a woman, they simply did what they had to, took what they wanted for their own benefit, and forgot about her in the process.

  Not Gage. He’d quickly learned with girls, the better you gave, the better you received. It wasn’t about getting your cock sucked, or your rocks off as much as it was about the bliss of it all. The more of that she had, the more he got, too.

  Simple to understand, difficult to practice, apparently.

  “It’s not like they didn’t try,” Summer admitted, sounding embarrassed. “So, you don’t have to bother, Gage.”

  “Is that’s really what you think, that’s a fucking shame,” Gage told her, shaking his head. “Awful, actually. Clearly they didn’t appreciate the sweetness of your come in their mouth, or they simply didn’t want it bad enough to get you there and taste it. I fucking want it, sweetheart, I promise. Let me get you there.”

  The audible sound of her air catching was like the sweetest music, or the best piece of graffiti he’d ever seen laid down. Slowly, Summer turned her head back to meet his gaze head on. In her eyes, that familiar confidence he’d been so drawn to first returned.

  “It was their mistake, not yours,” Gage said firmly. “It wasn’t about you. Let me fix that, Summer.”

  Summer nodded, her lip catching under her teeth again. “Okay.”

  “Okay,” Gage echoed. As he used his hands to spread her legs wider, Summer sighed. Leaning in close enough to press quick kisses to the inside of her thigh, Gage breathed in the sexy scent of her body again. Lightly, he shadowed the tips of his fingers up her skin until her was close enough to her sex to feel her shake. “You good now?”

  “Yeah, so good.”

  Gage smirked, laying a gentle nip to her flesh. Summer moaned, her hips lifting off the seat. “Sure?”

  “Stop talking,” she muttered under her breath. “You promised me something, Gage. I’m counting on that, country boy.”

  Chuckling, those words were the only encouragement Gage needed. With one goal in mind and a challenge he was more than happy to take on, he shifted himself on the seat enough to be comfortable.


  Summer squeaked the cutest noise as Gage pinned her to the seat using one hand pressed to her lower stomach, growling out for her to stay still and feel him. Shushing a sound, he kissed her inner thighs again, coming closer to her center with every peck.

  Then, Gage was tasting her, not giving her any indication until his mouth was on her, his tongue diving into her sex. With a single stroke of his tongue straight into her entrance, he was opening her fleshy lips. Sweeping up the fluids that had already gathered with his tongue at the same time, he laid his thumb flat to the hood of her clit. Summer jerked, a cry of obvious surprise mixed in with pleasure ripping from her throat.

  Instantly, a heady groan built in his chest. He was right … she tasted fucking divine.

  Gage replaced his thumb on her clit for his mouth, sucking on the tiny nub, urging it out from its hood with sharp flicks of his tongue. He slowed, taking the time to learn her sex with his tongue, what her body seemed to react the best to, what made her tense, or made her shake. With his hand lying flat to her stomach, Gage could feel her muscles clench almost rhythmically with every strike of his tongue to her clit.

  It didn’t take him long to find the rhythm she enjoyed most. The leg tossed over his shoulder, despite his awkward position, trembled, the heel of her chuck digging harshly into his shirt.

  “Jesus, what … what is that?” Summer mumbled. “Fuck, Gage …”

  Gage chuckled, keeping his attention focused instead of replying. The sound of her voice was heavenly, all breathless and close. Tiny, gasping cries built like a crescendo from Summer. All the while, he slipped two fingers down to her slit, entering the clenching walls of her wet pussy with no resistance.

  Curling his digits with every gentle thrust, Gage searched for the spot to make her lose whatever control she was holding onto. It only took a few tries before he found it, the juices from her sex gushing as his fingers stroked along her g-spot. On the withdrawal, he spread his fingers wide, stretching her to make her body feel filled.

  She was soaked and shaking. Every muscle in her body had drawn taught, seeking release. She was so fucking close, he knew. The sounds of her fingers digging into the seat registered to his ears.

  Gage ceased his assault on her clit just long enough to say, “Come on, Summer. Come for me, stop fighting it. I want that sweet come of yours soaking my tongue.”

  Then, his attention was back on her sex all the while he kept his gaze trained on her face through the darkness. Gage quickened his pace, alternately striking her clit with harsh strokes as his fingers fucked and coaxed her sex.

  Summer jerked, another shocked yell echoing. “Oh!”

  There it was.

  Trembling, her breaths came out in pants. The walls of Summer’s pussy clamped down around his two fingers like a vise. The tension ratcheting through her body relaxed. Gage withdrew his fingers from her pulsing sex as he pressed repeated soft kisses to her clit, trailing down to her slit. Like he wanted, he cleaned up the arousal her body gave him, licking up every drop of the sweetened, tangy fluid, humming appreciatively while he did.

  Summer shivered and Gage grinned against her thigh.

  “Good?” he asked.

  “So good,” Summer replied in a low moan. “Thank you.”

  Gage laid his head to her thigh, enjoying her warmth. “No way, that was all for you.”

  “Let’s fix that.”

  Gage didn’t have a chance to respond before Summer was shifting to move, her wandering hands urging him upwards on the seat. Just as fast as he’d laid her on the seat, he found himself pressed to the other door with Summer straddling his waist. Summer lifted enough to help him unsnap the button of his jeans, unzip, and shuffle the denim down around his legs.

  The thick length of his aching erection freed, lying heavy between their bodies. Gently, Summer rolled her hand down his shaft, making Gage’s head fall back to the window as he sighed out her name.

  Summer laughed a tinkling noise. “Commando, really?”

  Gage shrugged. “I need to do laundry. Don’t judge me.”

  Gage pulled her dress over her head, taking the kiss she offered as the fabric fell to the floor. God, she was painfully fucking beautiful. No bra, just perfect, perky breasts with pink nipples.

  “You safe?” Gage asked. “Like the pill, or shot. Anything?”

  For the first time, Summer’s hands faltered.

  “No.”

  Chapter Ten

  “No?” Gage asked. “Nothing?”

  Shit.

  Summer’s mind did a complete one-eighty. How could she be so stupid?

  Gage’s dark laughter filled the truck’s cab. He must have seen the distress written on her face. “It’s all right, Summer. Just lift up for a second and let me grab my wallet. I’ve got a couple of condoms I keep in it just in case.”

  Summer did as he asked, hiding her nervously shaking hands from his view as Gage searched his pants pocket for his wallet. Gage pulled out a foil wrapper, and thank God, he didn’t offer it to her to put it on him. Latex rolled down the length of his cock with quick skill. Summer had barely taken her gaze off his member since she’d freed it from his jeans.

  She hadn’t been the least but frightened for him to see her body, or to let him touch it, for that matter. There certainly wasn’t any embarrassment, either. Gage made her feel beautiful, comfortable. He’d been sweet, careful, and caring without even knowing the lack of experience she had.

  “Come here,” Gage said quietly, gaining Summer’s attention with his husky tone.

  His hands clasped her face, drawing her in for a kiss that had her body burning up all over again. Summer barely held back the moan building in her chest when Gage’s cock slid between her fleshy folds, bumping her sensitive clit. Enjoying that sensation, she rolled her hips over his latex covered length again just to feel it.

  Then, Gage released her face, using one hand to move between their bodies and grasp the base of his erection. For a brief moment, Summer thought about telling him that she was a virgin, but it didn’t really matter to her whether she was or not, she still wanted him to take her.

  Gage’s cock was a hell of a lot thicker and longer than his fingers had been. While she felt the sweetest burn when his fingers had stretched her open earlier, his cock entering her was an entirely different sensation. She was more than wet enough, her juices smeared along the insides of her thighs. Summer was seated down his length in seconds, trying to catch the breath that had left her lungs in one fell swoop.

  This burn was nothing like before. Summer felt impossibly filled—stretched to the limit. The pain wasn’t unbearable, and the more she breathed, the better it felt. Even so, she couldn’t move, or speak. Her teeth caught her lip, biting down hard.

  “Jesus,” Gage grunted under his breath. “So fucking tight.”

  Summer whimpered, focusing on the blazing green eyes suddenly staring straight into her soul. The tiniest streak of wetness slipped out of the corner of her eye, rolling down her cheek. Gage caught it with his thumb, those eyes of his widening when Summer whined out another sound.

  She was trying to focus beyond the filled awareness making her sex ache. Every single inch of his cock had stretched her sensitive tissues, her body attempting to accommodate the size of something it had never taken before. Summer was positive if she could just think to move, it’d get better … a hell of a lot better.

  After all, his fingers had felt so good along with his mouth. He’d been perfect, gentle. This was no different.

  She just had to move.

  “Gage, I …”

  Gage choked out a sound, his hands on her hips gripping tight to an almost painful grasp.

  It was then she knew that he finally understood.

  “Oh, shit,” Gage whispered, wiping away another tear rolling down her cheek. Summer really wished she could quit the goddamn crying. It certainly didn’t hurt badly enough for tears, but maybe what she was finally giving away, and to whom, was what produced the t
ears. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me?”

  He didn’t sound angry, just … hurt, or confused, maybe.

  Summer shook her head, swallowing the lump so she could speak. “It didn’t matter.”

  “It does,” Gage stressed. “God, of course it does, Summer!”

  “No, I wanted—”

  “Not in the backseat of a pickup truck,” he interrupted gently. “Not with someone you don’t know. Not like this. That’s not how a girl should lose her virginity, okay?”

  “I wanted you,” Summer finished, ignoring his statements.

  Because she did. It didn’t matter she knew him all of two days. It didn’t make a damned difference where they were, or how it happened. Summer simply wanted Gage, so she gave him what she hadn’t given to anyone else before.

  A twitch of his cock buried deep inside her core caused Summer to release a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in. A tiny shift of her hips felt incredibly good, mixed in with a sting that was just as tender as it was delirious. She did it again, lifting higher on his length a little more, feeling the tip of his cock hit something wonderful.

  “Mmm,” Summer hummed softly. “That’s good.”

  Fingers dug into her hips again, stopping her movement. Summer found she didn’t have to lift her hips to get what she wanted, simply rolling them in a circle over his groin caused his dick to twitch again, never mind the pressure on her clit.

  “Summer, quit moving,” Gage growled out.

  Summer’s gaze snapped to his, seeing the concern written there. “Stop, Gage. I’m okay, promise.”

  “You should have told me.”

  “Okay,” Summer agreed, feeling her muscles flex and clench around his cock. “But you know, now, so …”

  Gage banged his head back to the window. “Fuck.”

  “Felt that?” she asked.

  “Of course I did. I feel everything, sweetheart.”

  Summer did it again, squeezing him in deeper, seating her weight down on his lap.

  “Jesus,” Gage breathed. “Fuck, you’re tight as hell. Warm, and wet. Soaking me, Summer.”