This is a teaser from my current Work in Progress. Unedited and Subject to change đ
âAre you okay?â I ask, looking him over to see if maybe he has an injury Sara and I didnât know about or that she just forgot to tell me about. She can be such a scatter brain sometime. âDo you need me to drive?â I offer and turn a little bit to face him more fully.
âMmhm, yeah.â He coughs. âIâm just fuckinâ dandy.â His fingers flex on the shifterâs knob, drawing my attention down ward. My eyes widen when I see what the problem heâs having is. His cock is lifting the right pant leg of his ACUâs impressively.
âSo,â I say, trying to avoid staring at his huge member. âDo you have a girlfriend waiting for you get home so you can wine and dine her?â More like fuck her brains out with that beast in your damn pants! I shift in the seat but it only makes my thighs touch more of his forearm and he groans again.
âNo, Maâam.â His jaw gets tighter, a small pulse ticks along the sexy line of flesh and I wish I had asked him almost anything else. âTwo months into my deployment she found someone else.â His fingers curl into air quotes against my inner thigh when he says âfoundâ. The action makes his digits scratch lightly at my inner thigh and goosebumps spread out all over and down my legs.
âIâm sorry.â I bite into my lip. Would Sara be pissed off at me if I gave her brother a little welcome home gift? Just a little something to make up for the heartlessness of whoever his bitch of an ex was? Or does the offer only make me a whore? Someone has to thank him for his service to his country, right? I giggle quietly at my own silent joke.
Iâve always heard that guys coming home from deployments only want to fuck your brains out for hours when they get home. That they are completely unsustainable for days. I am sure Trent wouldâve been worth her wait. I take one more look at his tense jaw and decide to be brave and go for it. Fuck what Sara thinks, whatâs the worst that could happen? Heâll say no and make me feel like a fool for offering to ease his blue balls? With that hard-on heâs currently sporting? Fat chance!
I untangle my fingers from one another and place my left hand on his thigh, inches below his swollen cock. He looks over at me quickly, that slow, easy smile taking over his face but he brings his attention back to the road. I inch my hand up higher. What I imagine to be his cockâs head rests just under my palm. I press a bit harder and I feel his dick twitch in response.
âCareful, woman.â He cautions me in a stern tone that tickles all of my nerve endings. âBe sure you know what youâre getting yourself into.â We come to a red light and he turns his face to mine. Staring deeply into my eyes when the truck comes to a complete stop. âI only have so much control left in me. If you open this door there is no closing it until Iâm finished with you.â I know itâs a warning and one that I should take seriously. He has been away for over a year and I donât know anything about him. If I were smart I would slip myself over to the other side of the truck and huddle against the door so I can jump out as soon as my house is in view. But I donât want to. I want to unleash whatever it is that is sizzling up my spine and making my panties damp for this sexy stranger. Not a stranger but my best friendâs brother. I want Trent.
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