My Kinda Kisses

by Lacey Black

  “I’m afraid my blue balls situation has reached Defcon 1.”

  “That sounds bad,” she says, rubbing my thigh. “We should just head back to your place so that you’re not uncomfortable all. Night. Long.”

  Game.

  Set.

  Match.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jaime

  The way Ryan peels out of the driveway is reflective of that of a NASCAR driver making a pit stop. I sit over on my half of the truck trying not to distract him further, even though I’d love to reach over and run an appreciative hand up his rock hard thigh. The poor guy is already drunk on lust and quite possibly only thinking with the little head. The last thing I need to do is tease him further, distracting him from the main task at hand: Driving us back to his place, as quickly as possible, without causing an accident.

  His jaw is tight, his lips thin. If I hadn’t witnessed the transformation from polite Ryan to I want to rip your clothes off in less than one second Ryan, I wouldn’t have believed I was capable of provoking a reaction in a man that quickly. He looks ticked off, but I know that’s not the case. This man has the look of raw want and pure desire. Lord knows Gavin never responded to my mere presence like that, let alone made me feel like my kisses drove him wild.

  Ryan reaches over and takes my hand. There’s a slight tremble, but I can’t tell if it’s his or mine.

  “I just need to touch you right now, and this is probably the safest way,” he whispers, his voice hoarse and edgy.

  “I can’t wait for you to touch me,” I state boldly.

  He takes his eyes off the road for just a moment. They’re wild and round, his jaw ticks with strain. I’ve never witnessed another human so close to out of control. He’s teetering on a thin line, leaning heavily towards the side of rampant. Just one little nudge could cause this entire train to derail, our worlds to crash into one another, resulting in total annihilation.

  It’s a sight I can’t wait to see, when Ryan loses all control.

  I shouldn’t push…but I will.

  “You know,” I start, loosening my seatbelt enough so that I can turn and face him. Leaning forward, I inhale the scent of his soap. He smells all clean and woodsy. Intoxicating. When my lips are just a breath away from his ear, I go for the kill. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

  And just like that, the levee breaks. The control he’s been trying so hard to regain snaps like a toothpick. Ryan inhales deeply and swerves into the gravel alongside the road, but is easily able to regain control of the truck. He wasn’t going fast enough to cause an accident, but the motion sends my body swaying towards the dash.

  Quickly, Ryan pulls onto a gravel access road for a field. The path runs between Mr. Gerard’s bean field and his timber, and seals us off from the main road. No one will be out on this path this evening, but by the look in Ryan’s eyes, I don’t think he cares much. His thoughts appear singular. Namely, me.

  Before he even throws the truck into park, he’s reaching for me. My seatbelt is removed and I’m hoisted from my own seat and pulled onto his lap. Hungry lips crash into mine in a frenzy of desire, a need to taste and savor. His tongue is urgent and sinful as it probes my mouth over and over again, mimicking the act that our bodies crave.

  My hands are pulling at his shirt until I feel the warm, hard flesh of his abdomen beneath my fingertips. God, how I love the way this man feels. He’s hard in all the right places, and right now, he’s definitely hard in one specific place.

  “I need to feel you. Right. Now.” His words are urgent as he grips the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over my head in one swift motion.

  We’re each clutching at any clothes we can, a frenzy of grabby hands hell-bent on shedding the other of all offending clothing. I have no clue how it happened in the position we’re in, but before I know it we’re both naked. Ryan’s erection is pressed firmly into my backside, my body wet and ready.

  “Condom,” he bites out, trying to grab his discarded jeans.

  I reach his pants first and retrieve his wallet. Ryan doesn’t say anything; just watches with hungry eyes as I find the packet inside and rip it open. Never having been brazen enough to do this, I maneuver myself so that I’m squatting beside him on the bench seat. Ryan’s breathing comes in short little pants and his eyes roll back in his head as I grip the base of his cock and place the condom at the head. I’ve seen this done before, but am still a bit uncertain how it actually works.

  “Pinch the head of the condom and slide it down gently,” he instructs as if reading my thoughts.

  I do as he instructs, loving the way his velvety steel length slides through my fingers. He’s panting as I slide the condom all the way to the base of his cock. My hands glide easily up and down his erection. Ryan thrusts upward into the tightness I’m creating with my hand.

  “Now,” he growls, pulling me back towards him.

  He manages to move his seat back, giving me as much room between him and the steering wheel as he can manage. My right leg is pinched between his outer thigh and the door, but the discomfort is the least of my concerns. Right now, I’m bracing myself with my hands against his shoulders, hovering over his cock.

  “I’m sorry, baby. This is gonna be quick. I promise to do better next time,” he grunts, gripping my hips.

  “Please hurry,” I plea, not caring about finesse or anything other than having him inside of me.

  With one long thrust, Ryan pushes upward at the same time he brings me down on him. The impact steals my breath and causes the loudest moan to spill from my lips.

  “Holy shit fuck damn,” Ryan whispers before pushing me up and pulling me back down hard.

  His pace is hard, but so is mine. I move up his shaft and slam back down, feeling myself stretch around him as he buries himself as deep as he possibly can. After each thrust, I grind myself against the base, each time pushing me closer to release. My clit throbs as I move my body in a way to maximize friction against it.

  “You feel so fucking amazing,” he groans as I continue to swirl my hips with him fully seated inside of me. “Shit, you keep doing that and I’m going to lose it.”

  “I like this out of control side of you,” I confess.

  Ignoring the burning in my legs, I lift myself up once more and slam down hard. Ryan grips my hips, trying to hang on to the last sliver of control he has. Unfortunately, now isn’t the time for it. I continue to move, up and down, up and down, the tip of his cock nudging my cervix. I feel my insides tightening around him, gripping and pulling him in as far as I can get him. And yet it’s not close enough.

  My body is a live wire as my orgasm starts at my toes and rips through my entire body. I convulse around him, screaming his name over and over again, as I continue to move along with him. His cock thickens even more and he grips my hips painfully tight just before his own orgasm claims him.

  “Jaime,” he groans as he thrusts upward one final time before stilling and sagging in the seat.

  I’m boneless, weightless, as I fall forward, my sweaty body molding to his. Our chests heave and our labored breathing mixes as we both sit still, neither of us able to move. Ryan is still fully seated inside of me, and it’s the most comfortable and natural feeling in the world. It’s also a thought I ignore as I place open-mouthed kisses along his smooth jaw and neck.

  “Jeezus, are you trying to kill me?”

  “Absolutely not. If I killed you, then we wouldn’t be able to do that again in a bit.”

  Miraculously, I feel him thickening once more inside of me. Ryan’s mouth claims me as his tongue dances with mine. I savor the taste of his mouth, the feel of his hot, damp skin beneath my fingers. Keeping our eyes open and locked on each other, I give in to an amazing, earth-shattering kiss. I don’t care that my ass is wedged against the steering wheel, most likely leaving a permanent impression. I don’t care that my leg is numb and that I can’t feel my toes. I only care about this man.

  It�
��s a startling revelation, but one I’m not able to dwell upon at the moment.

  See, I was so focused on the way Ryan’s kisses leave me breathless and yearning for another round that I don’t notice the headlights pull up behind us. I didn’t see anything until the flashlight shines through the driver’s window, straight into my eyes.

  Even though the light temporarily blinds me, there’s no mistaking the words he says as he bellows his order through the glass.

  “Show me your hands and get out of the truck.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Ryan

  In my thirty-two years on this earth, I’ve never purposefully broken the law in such a manner that would warrant a visit from the police. Sure, I accidentally threw a baseball through the church window when I was twelve. I paid it back with lawn mowing. Sure, I drove through downtown blasting Nine Inch Nails while my buddy Eric car surfed on the roof. We had just seen Teen Wolf on some classic movie channel. And sure, I helped graffiti the old train trestle bridge my senior year with profanity. I also helped repaint the inside of that entire bridge afterwards as part of a community outreach program with the baseball team.

  Point is: I have never seen the backseat of a cop car.

  And I don’t want to start now.

  “Show me your hands,” we’re instructed for a second time by a teenage Barney Fife who’s barely old enough to shave.

  Jaime gasps and plasters a hand on each breast. “Oh my God!”

  “I said show me your hands!” Barney says with as much authority as he can muster, yet with a hint of nervousness.

  “Okay, okay, hold your horses,” I holler through the window.

  I glance at the woman with my cock still buried deep inside her, as the light illuminates the fear in her eyes. Her legs try to close, though with her straddling me, that makes it impossible to conceal her nakedness.

  “Would you mind lowering the light? There’s a lady in here,” I plea, using my own hands to help camouflage Jaime’s body from the direct beam of the spotlight.

  “I don’t think so, buckaroo. Get out of the truck now before I call for backup,” he states shakily.

  “All right, all right. I’m going to slip out of the truck,” I tell him.

  Keeping my eyes locked on Jaime, I slowly start to move her towards the passenger seat. “I’m going to slip out and talk to him. You get dressed as quickly as possible.”

  “But…you’re naked,” she whispers, her eyes wide and focused on mine.

  “It’ll be okay, sweetheart.”

  Placing a kiss on the end of her nose, I slide her over to the passenger seat and open the door. Barney’s standing there, one shaky hand holding the flashlight and the other on his holstered pistol. He looks like he’s about to piss his pants, and if I jumped towards him and hollered BOO, I bet he would.

  “Good evening, sir,” I start as I move a single hand cover my junk. “I think we have a bit of a misunderstanding here. I was just talking to my girlfriend in there,” pointing over the shoulder towards my truck, “and, well, there’s nothing going on here to cause alarm.”

  “Nothing going on?” the officer asks, his voice raising an octave. “You’re standing there naked as the day you were born, and you’re telling me there’s nothing going on here? I’ve got you on two counts of indecent exposure, not to mention trespassing on private land.”

  “Well, with all due respect, officer, I wasn’t indecent until you asked me to step outside.”

  Wrong thing to say.

  Barney’s ears turn red, and a vein starts to pulse near his temple. Even in the low light reflecting off my own naked body, I can see it. Signs lead me to believe I just pissed the deputy off.

  “Put your hands behind your head and face the truck,” he says, pulling his cuffs from behind his back as he gives my shoulder a gentle shove.

  My mouth drops open, and I’m at a loss for words as I turn and face my work truck. My hands weave into my hair just before Barney kicks my feet apart.

  This can’t be happening.

  “Excuse me, officer?” I hear Jaime’s sweet voice moments before she flies around the front of the truck. “You can’t do that.”

  She’s fully dressed now, though her hair is slightly disheveled, assuming from where I had my hands gripped in it just a short time ago. How the hell did we get so far off course?

  “Ma’am, you need to step back and place your hands on the hood of the truck,” Barney says, pointing towards the front end.

  “Oh my God,” she mumbles just before Rent-A-Cop throws the cold metal cuffs around my wrists. “At least let him get dressed,” she pleads, tears filling those gorgeous green eyes.

  “Yeah, yeah, you’re probably right. I don’t want things…exposed…in the car. Can you help him get dressed?” he asks Jaime.

  She runs around and grabs my clothes from the floorboard of my truck. There’s a smile playing on her lips as she steps in front of me, refusing to make eye contact.

  “I actually prefer to help get him undressed,” she mumbles to herself as she grabs my boxer briefs and drops to her knees in the dirt.

  I’m unable to help it, but my cock starts to thicken at the sight before me. Jaime’s eyes go wide as she takes in my half-hard erection. “God, do you have to do that now?” she mumbles, eyes dancing with delight. At least they’re not filled with tears anymore.

  “Can’t help it, sweetheart.” As she starts to slide my boxers up my legs, I remember I’m still wearing the condom. “Uh, Jaime? Do you think you could help with the…thing?”

  Jaime closes her eyes briefly before reaching up and touching my dick. Sure, it’s to remove the protection from earlier, but it’s contact nonetheless.

  As soon as my boxers are around my hips and my junk safely concealed within, she helps me slip into my jeans. There’s no way I’m getting a shirt on while wearing the cuffs, and I don’t foresee Barney removing the restraints so I can fully dress.

  “That’s good enough,” he finally says and pulls me towards the squad car. “You, too, missy. Get in the car.”

  Locking eyes with Jaime, I’m lowered into the back of the car. Jaime runs over to my truck and grabs the keys from the ignition, my wallet that was discarded on the floor, and her purse. She’s still gripping my shirt and boots when she walks around to the opposite side of the car. Barney helps Jaime get in, her sans cuffs.

  “Next stop, central booking,” he says as he throws the car in gear.

  Jaime deposits my clothes, drops my keys and wallet into her purse, and slides over to the middle of the car. I feel her warm fingers link with mine behind my back just before her head rests on my shoulder.

  As fucked up as this entire situation is, with her curled up against me, it doesn’t quite seem so bad.

  At least that’s what I’m gonna keep telling myself.

  ***

  It’s official.

  Sitting on the hard plastic bench in central booking, surrounded by a drunk who is passed out, a woman repeating ‘I didn’t do it’ over and over again, and a ninety-year-old man known around town for continually being busted for stealing garden gnomes, I realized something big. I have fallen in love.

  I’m talking paint it on the water tower, using cutesy nicknames like snookums and peaches, in it for the rest of your life kinda love. Forever.

  Sure, I realized that this was probably heading in that direction, but sitting beside Jaime on this hard bench after both being processed by an old friend of hers from high school, I made the life-changing realization. Like a flashing neon arrow board, all signs have led me straight to her.

  I’m in love with Jaime.

  It’s a realization I don’t take lightly, yet am unable to react. Jaime will hightail it so fast in the other direction that I’d barely see her taillights through the cloud of dust. It’s a risk I’m not willing to take. At least not yet. I need to gradually work towards confessions of the heart.

  My arm i
s wrapped protectively around her, her head resting comfortably on my shoulder. Neither of us have said too much as we sit in a pee-scented cell with three other people. After being processed and all personal effects removed, I was allowed to put on my shirt, socks, and boots. Jaime had to turn over her purse and cell phone but was still able to call Payton to come and get us.

  Charges are still pending, but I’m hopeful that this entire mess can be swept under the rug. No way do I want–or need–an indecent exposure and trespassing rap attached to my name. As a business owner in a small town, that could be a career killer. And I don’t want that for Jaime either. I don’t want people looking at her and whispering behind her back all because I couldn’t control myself another five minutes until we could get to my condo.

  I’m just about to apologize once more when a door is pulled open and closed somewhere in the distance. The echo drowns out the mumblings from the other woman in the cell, if only for a few short seconds.

  “Indecent exposure and trespassing? You know we expected this kinda behavior from Lexi or maybe AJ, but never you, Jaime.”

  Emma and Orval are both standing on the other side of the bars, each one wearing their own brand of cat that ate the canary smile.

  “Thanks, Payton,” she mumbles under her breath as we both stand up and head towards them.

  “It’s not what it looks like,” I start.

  “No? So you weren’t busted fornicating with our granddaughter on private property? ‘Cause that’s what it looks like to me,” Orval says, trying hard to fight a smile.

  “Okay, so maybe it is what it looks like, but this is entirely my fault.”

  “Oh, quit being so noble, Ryan. I remember those days when Orval and I would go parking around town and go at it like crazed felines. Of course, we didn’t always have a car, but that’s another story. Heck, one time when we were at a softball game for the twins, Grandpa and I…”