Hate to Lose You

by Penny Wylder

  “You can load those in the back,” Daisy tells me, tapping a button on her keychain that opens the trunk between us. She flashes me a quick wink and a broad grin.

  “Anyone ever tell you that smile of yours is gonna get you into trouble someday?” I reply as I hoist the bags of groceries into the trunk for her.

  “Oh trust me, it already has.” She taps another button, and as the trunk starts to close, I follow her around the far side of the car, faced away from the store. “That is,” she adds, as we round the far side of the car, one hand of hers on the door handle, “if you really are trouble.” She glances over her shoulder at me. “Which I think you might be.”

  I reach up to plant one hand on each side of her, pinning her between my arms as I grin down at her. “Me? All I did was bump into you. Which, I might add, I’ve already apologized for. Not to mention I carried your bags all the way out here, like a real gentleman.” I bend closer.

  She tilts her face toward mine, until our lips are a breath apart. But those blue eyes of hers remain fixed on mine, as bright and defiant as ever. “You want a medal for doing the polite thing after colliding with a lady?” She smirks and lifts an eyebrow. “Anyway, you’re the one who started all the kissing, too.”

  “You didn’t seem to mind,” I point out.

  “Just because you’re good at kissing doesn’t mean the whole situation wasn’t your fault to start with.”

  “So you’d rather I didn’t kiss you again.”

  Her gaze drops to my mouth, almost on instinct. “I didn’t say that.”

  “That’s a shame,” I reply. “Because I was really looking forward to tasting more of you than just those gorgeous lips.”

  Her lips part slightly, revealing the perfect, lush curve of her lower lip as she breathes in once, hard. “Now you’re just teasing me,” she whispers.

  “Not at all.” I straighten, and drop my arms, standing upright. “I don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position.” I back away a step. “I only pursue women who are receptive to my charms.”

  For a moment, she looks conflicted, like she’s warring with herself. Trying to resist something she doesn’t want to admit. But in the end, she reaches out to catch my hand, before I can back away any farther. “Believe me,” she says. “When I call you trouble, it’s not a bad thing.” With her free hand, she reaches behind her to open the back door of her car. She leaves it hanging open behind her like an invitation, as she curls her other hand around mine, her fingers winding between my own. “I love trouble. Especially when it comes in a package as fine as you.”

  I raise an eyebrow and step toward her again, though I don’t make a move to touch her again. Not yet.

  But when she moves to meet me, slides her arms up to my shoulders and whispers, “I want this,” that’s my cue.

  I catch her around the waist and lift her easily—for all her curves, she doesn’t weigh much to me, perhaps because I’m so much taller and solidly built. She wraps her legs around my waist, obliging, and I step forward, moving until her ass collides with the back seat, which I lay her down along, my mouth finding hers to claim her once again.

  We move slow, exploring. I take the time to savor every inch of her, running my hands along her sides, down to grip her ass and pull her farther into the car. She arches up against me, and I press down against her, my hips pinning hers to the back seat while my hands slide from her ass back up to her hips, and my lips shift to kiss along her jawline, down to the soft spot where her neck meets her shoulder. I nip at her skin gently, and she gasps and tightens her arms around me, twisting beneath me so she can trace her tongue along the edge of my earlobe. She bites lightly, and I draw back just far enough to grin at her.

  “Naughty girl.”

  “Me?” She bats her eyelashes. “I’m Southern, we can’t be naughty. Only good Christian girls or the kind who need to visit the confessional soon.”

  “Hmm.” I reach up between us to undo the first two buttons of her blouse, and kiss my way down her cleavage, on full display thanks to the tightly-cinched bra she’s wearing, one of the pushup kind that give her perfect tits every advantage. Not that she needs the help. I thumb her nipple through the fabric of the bra, as I kiss, suck and nip my way over the top of her chest. “Well, I’ll give you plenty of sins to confess to next Sunday, in that case.”

  “Promises, promises,” she whispers, but the breathy gasp in her voice when I gently pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, makes the tease a little less convincing.

  I grin, enjoying the effect I have on her. It’s only fair. She’s got me harder than I’ve ever been. I finish undoing her blouse and let it fall on the seat below her, running both hands over her chest now, gently squeezing her breasts, kneading them through her bra. Her eyelids flutter closed, and I reach around to undo the bra clasp. That makes her eyes snap back open again, and she darts a gaze backward over her head, toward the window.

  “Relax,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her perfect tits. I wasn’t wrong. She doesn’t even need the pushup help. Her breasts are perfect handfuls, perky and round all on their own. Her nipples are already swollen and halfway hard, getting more so as I reach down to cup one breast in my palm while I circle my tongue around her other nipple, enjoying the pebbly feeling beneath my tongue, and the sound of her breath coming faster and shorter in her throat. “Nobody’s looking,” I add in a whisper, my breath hot where her chest is wet from my tongue. I pause, then grin. “Unless you’re worried about those two old ladies from out front following us to scold us again.”

  “Fuck them,” Daisy replies, grabbing my head and pulling me back toward her breast.

  With a smirk, I comply, and suck her nipple into my mouth. I clamp my lips around her, roll the hard nub of her nipple with my tongue, and while I keep massaging her other breast with one hand, with my free one, I trace down over the flat, smooth plane of her stomach to her hips, then lower.

  “God, you have perfect tits,” I murmur against said tits, before I trail my tongue over to her other breast, switching sides.

  She arches up into me, gasping, and her hands grab fistfuls of my shirt as she tries to tug it over my head. I pull back just far enough to let her, and I’m rewarded with a faint gasp, and the sight of her eyes widening as she takes in my chest and my abs.

  “Damn, Bronson.” She smiles a little, appreciatively, as she runs her fingertips over my stomach. “Who knew you were hiding so much treasure under there.”

  I reach down to catch the hem of her skirt in my fist. “Speaking of hidden treasures.”

  Her eyes flash with desire as I pull her skirt up between us. Then she hesitates, biting her lip. “Should we…?” Her gaze darts past me to the door.

  I sit upright, which makes her mouth form a little pout of disappointment. But I only reach back to pull the door shut behind me, pinning us both in the car, and then I lay back down along her. Luckily the car is wide enough we both fit in pretty easily, and there’s something so hot about it, feeling as illicit as fucking teenagers, out here in broad daylight stripping down this sexy as hell woman in the back of her own car.

  “Have I mentioned you’re fucking gorgeous, Daisy?” I ask as I finish pushing her skirt up around her waist. I run my hands over her hips, hooking my thumbs under the thin fabric of her skimpy panties. I toy with them, tugging them down half an inch and then back up, stroking my thumb across the mound of her pussy, careful not to press to hard, yet.

  She bucks up against my hand, her eyes and hands still glued to my abs. “You’re not too hard to look at yourself, y’know.”

  I trace my hand across her pussy again, and savor the way her eyelids flutter half-shut, and her lips parts, just a little, in a faint gasp. “I don’t want to just look, though,” I murmur, as I kiss the underside of her breasts, one at a time, and then trace my tongue down that sexy little dip between them, and follow its trail down, down toward her belly, making sure to drag my teeth lightly across her skin as I move, makin
g her shiver and gasp again.

  “What… do you want, then?” she manages to murmur, her breath hitching with every inch I move closer to her hips.

  I dip my tongue into the divot of her navel, curl the tip to flick it against her belly button, and she shifts underneath me, straining her hips higher with want. I love watching her, love knowing that I’m making her react like this. “What do I want?” I repeat, mostly to drag out the moment, as I slide my hands around her backside to grip her pert, perfect ass and lift her closer to me.

  I bend down to kiss my way down the baby-soft skin between her navel and the top of her panties. Once there, I drag my tongue along the edge of her panties, until she’s practically panting.

  “I want to watch you come for me, Daisy,” I say, and her eyes flash open, lock on mine. Her face is flushed; her hair mussed from her head lolling in want, and it only makes her look hotter than fucking ever. “I want to lick and kiss and suck your clit until you forget your own name.” I slip one hand around to trace up her side, cupping the curve at the small of her back to lift her toward me, as I kiss her hipbone, trace my tongue along it. When I look back at her, I’m grinning. “I want to fuck you so hard you’ll have trouble driving yourself home.”

  She opens her mouth. For a second, I think she’s going to tell me she’s changed her mind. That she doesn’t want to do this after all. I’d understand—everything moved so fucking fast since the moment I saw her, it’s like the rest of the world has faded to a blur. But I can’t help it. She asked what I want, and this is it. I want her. Now. I can’t wait. Not if I can help it.

  “I’ve never done anything like this,” she finally admits, in a whisper that sounds so unlike the way she sounded a few minutes ago, all confidence and sureness in herself.

  It makes me sit back, then reach up to catch her hand. “We can stop,” I say, though it makes my cock throb in pain to even think about it now.

  Thank god, she seems just as pained by the idea. Her eyes flash. “Hell no,” she says. “I don’t want to stop. I just…” Her cheeks redden even more. “Do you have… um…”

  I almost laugh when I understand. “I have condoms, Daisy.”

  “Oh.” She relaxes back against the seat, then. “In that case. I definitely want you to fuck me. Right here in this parking lot,” she adds with a devious grin.

  I grin too, and reach down to catch her panties with my thumb. I tug them down, slowly, teasing out the reveal. “Right here in front of all those nice churchgoing ladies back at the store?”

  “Right here in broad daylight,” she whispers, her voice all heat and fire again.

  With a sharp tug, I pull her panties the rest of the way off, down her thighs, and I pause to drink her in. Fucking hell. She’s impossible to resist. All soft curves and silky-smooth skin, her pussy fully shaven and flushed pink. I bend to kiss her mound, which makes her inhale sharply through her teeth. Her hands find their way into my hair, burrowing in so she can grip my hair for purchase. Which she’ll need, as I push her thighs apart, my fingers teasing along the edges of her pussy lips.

  She smells incredible, and tastes even better. Even before I reach her pussy, I catch the flavors of salt and a sharper spice that’s all her. I trace my tongue along the creases of her thighs, and spread her pussy lips with my thumb and middle finger, tracing my index finger along her slit slowly.

  “Someone’s already wet,” I point out, feeling the way my finger glides easily along her slit, already coated in her glistening juices.

  “Soaked,” she murmurs, her eyes half-hooded with want.

  “And here I thought I was the troublemaker between the two of us.” I smirk and press a little harder, adding another finger to her slit and making sure to slide all the way up to circle her clit with this stroke.

  She gasps and jumps against the seat, before she schools herself still again. “There’s… room for… more than one in this car,” she finishes with a smile, eyes still tracking me, even as her breath hitches again, as I stroke her over, and over, and over.

  When her muscles start to tense, getting close, I bend down to replace my hand with my mouth, stroking my tongue along her slit, all the way up to her clit, which I barely graze, but it still makes her groan a little. I cup under her thighs with both hands and make my tongue into a thick point, before I push the tip inside her pussy, slowly, a centimeter at a time.

  Her groans grow louder, and she bucks up toward me, arching her hips up against my face as I dive my tongue into her tight little hole. Fuck, she tastes amazing. And every little breathy gasp just makes me harder, knowing I’m making her do this, making her lose control.

  I’ve never done anything like this, she said.

  Neither have I, really. I mean, I’ve picked up women from bars before, hooked up, had one-night stands. Never in broad daylight, though, with someone I literally just bumped in to. But I’m not about to question any of this now. She’s irresistible, and I’m all too happy not to fucking try to resist her.

  I curl my tongue inside her and drag it along her inner front wall, right over the bumpy area of her G-spot. She groans and bucks against my face, and I grip her hips, pull her against me so my lips are crushed against her pussy and my tongue is as deep inside her as possible. From there, holding her against my face, I start to tongue her hard and fast, licking deep inside her with every stroke.

  Before long she’s crying out my name under her breath, bucking against me.

  When she close to the edge, I pull out and flatten my tongue like a blade, stroking it over her clit in broad, flat strokes. It only takes one, two, three licks like that before she screams, a sound that echoes inside the tight confines of her car. Her thighs clamp around my head and her body writhes on the seat beneath me, her hands so tight in my hair they almost hurt.

  I draw back while she’s still panting, still trying to catch her breath, and in one swift move, I undo my belt, grabbing a condom from the emergency stash in my wallet with my other hand. I tear it with my teeth while she starts to recover, reaching for me again.

  “Fuck me,” she breathes, her hands catching mine, taking the now-open condom wrapper from me.

  I push my pants down at the same time that she unrolls it, and she only pauses for a second, her eyes wide as they latch onto my cock, at the hard length under my boxers. I tug those down next, and her mouth parts in surprise. “Don’t worry,” I say, unable to keep a faint smirk from the corners of my mouth. I’ve seen this reaction from women before. At 8 inches long and more than a few thick, I’m larger than many women are used to. “I’ll be gentle,” I promise, something they usually want to hear as a reassurance.

  But Daisy just grabs my thick cock with both hands, and starts to unroll the XL condom along my length. “Don’t you dare,” she says, catching my eye with the bright flash of a dare in her gaze. “I like it rough.”

  I have to laugh at that. “Even better.” Then I catch her hips and, without warning, lift her up off the seat. I flip her around so she’s on her stomach, her breasts pressed flat against the seat, her knees on the floor, and I position myself behind her, parting her pussy lips with the thick head of my cock, and stroking along her slit to coat myself in her wet juices. I bend down to kiss the nape of her neck, then whisper against the soft hairs curled there. “But be careful what you wish for.”

  With that, I plunge inside her, all in one hard stroke. We both moan loudly, the desperate edge in her voice just making me harder, because fuck, she feels so fucking good. Her pussy is tight as hell, like a fist around me, and so wet her juices practically drip down my balls as I draw back and slam into her again, hard enough to make her bounce up off the seat. She braces herself with both hands, and I grab her broad hips for balance, finding a rhythm as I drive into her over and over.

  “Fuck yes. Right there, right there,” she’s panting before long, and I have never needed to fuck anyone so fucking badly. She does something to me, makes every sense in my body catch on fire.

 
Her cries rise higher, louder, and before long, as I angle my cock inside her to drag against the walls of her pussy, increasing friction, resistance, she screams out, her muscles clenching hard around my cock as another orgasm racks her body.

  “That’s right, Daisy, come for me,” I tell her as she moans. “Come with my cock inside you.”

  She’s still shaking from that as I start to fuck her harder, faster. I reach down from her hip to stroke her mound, pressing just hard enough around the edges of her clit to make her gasp again, and an aftershock of her orgasm pulses through her, her pussy clenching around my thick cock.

  She tries to say something, my name I think, but her voice is just one long, low moan, too desperate for me to make out words among the syllables.

  It doesn’t take long for me to near the edge. I hold off for as long as I can, wanting to drag this moment out, wanting to fuck this woman who crashed into my life from out of nowhere forever if possible. But eventually the scent of her, the sound of her pleasure as she moans under me, the feel of her tight, perfect little pussy clenched hard around my cock, it all becomes too much to resist.

  I dig my fingers into her hips as I pound into her again, again, and finally, with a low, guttural roar, I come inside her.

  When we break apart again, both of us coated in sweat, breathless, smelling like sex, I catch her chin in my hand, tilt her face up toward mine so I can kiss her, deep and slow. We break apart, and our eyes catch, filled with just as much fire as before.

  “That was fun,” she says.

  “Understatement,” I reply with a wide grin.

  She hesitates. And then… “You going to leave now?” she asks, one eyebrow arched, the faintness of her voice the only sign of weakness I’ve seen from her since I met her.

  I lean back in to kiss her again. “Not unless you ask me to.”

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  Bronson