Road Trip
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Road Trip Ch. 04 free porn video
‘Would you teach me how to drive this thing?’ Eve asked.
Will glanced over at her, having to force himself to return his eyes to the road. She was wearing jeans with the cuffs rolled up her calves, a flowy white top, and was resting her feet on the dashboard from where she reclined in the passenger seat. The summer sun was shining on her skin, the wind blowing strands of hair from her ponytail into her face. She looked like a bombshell and an angel.
‘I don’t know – would your feet even reach the pedals?’ he teased.
She leaned over and punched his arm, laughing.
‘Besides, I thought you were scared to get behind the wheel of this – what did you call it the other day? – behemoth?’ he added, grinning.
‘Yeah, but I feel guilty that you do all the driving,’ she said simply.
‘I like driving. And I like having your company while I drive, so just plan on continuing to sit there looking pretty and being entertaining,’ he told her.
‘All right,’ she said, looking pleased.
She fanned a magazine over her feet to dry her freshly painted toenails, looking up at him when the RV swerved a little.
‘Sorry,’ he said sheepishly. ‘You’re also distracting.’
She blushed, but smiled enough to show her dimple. Leaning over again, she ran a finger down his arm.
‘I bet I could reach the pedals if I sat in your lap,’ she said seductively. ‘Should we try it out?’
He blew a long breath out of his mouth, resolutely staring at the road.
‘Woman, you are wicked,’ he said.
‘It was just a thought,’ she said, shrugging.
Will gripped the steering wheel, carefully adjusting his pants, and was relieved to see a rest stop coming up in a couple of miles. When he turned on the blinker and exited the highway, Eve looked at him with a giggle.
‘Tired?’ she asked innocently when he parked.
Unbuckling his seatbelt, he faced her with a dark look.
‘You have ten seconds to get to the bed,’ he said.
She laughed, then her eyes widened when he started counting down. He was at seven before she managed to get her seatbelt off. He lunged for her and she shrieked playfully, darting into the kitchen. He grabbed her thigh as she ran past, causing her to tumble into the cushioned booth. Maggie looked up at them from her dog bed as if indignant that her nap was interrupted.
Will was at three when she got to the bedroom door. She paused with her hand on the doorknob, turning to look at him charging toward her. Her smile disappeared and she flattened herself against the door.
‘One,’ he said in a low voice.
He stepped close enough to her that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes, exposing the graceful length of her neck. Placing his hands on the doorframe, he hovered over her, staring at her. He watched as her lips parted in anticipation, her hips arching away from the door toward him. A grunt of approval sounded in his throat and he leaned down to kiss her.
‘Take your hair down for me,’ he murmured against her lips.
He deepened the kiss when he felt her long strands spill around them, his hands gripping the wood of the doorframe.
‘I don’t know what you do to me,’ he said in a gasp, fumbling with the fly of her jeans.
Her hands went to work on his pants and she spoke without looking up.
‘Same thing you do to me, I expect,’ she said breathlessly, shoving his pants down his legs.
She kicked off her jeans and whipped her shirt off. He groaned, frozen in place. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She just stood, proudly displaying her body from the perky breasts to the beautifully trimmed patch of hair between her legs.
‘Christ,’ he whispered, tugging his t-shirt over his head.
Gripping her under her arms, he lifted her easily and she wrapped her legs around him. He squeezed her behind, rocking her against him, their mouths meeting in a ferocious kiss. Her slick heat ran the length of his shaft, the sensation bringing him down the now all too familiar spiral, into the heart of the tornado where there was just her, gloriously surrounding him and making his head spin. He slid into her, biting her lip as she lowered onto him, moving one hand to fist her hair, tangling his fingers in the silky mass.
It had been over a week since they left Chicago. Over a week since he’d first experienced the heaven of this with her, and each time it hit him as powerfully as the first. But it wasn’t just this that was heavenly. It was all of it. Traveling with her. Waking up with her. Talking with her. Just looking at her from across a room made him feel centered. To be able to be as close to her as they now were, knowing he could have her at any moment and that she was more than willing – that she wanted him with the same fervor and intensity – that was just the delectable icing on some kind of orgasmic cake.
He thrust into her, slamming her against the door, his knuckles behind her head taking the majority of the onslaught. With each movement her breasts jiggled against his chest, her thighs clenched his waist, matching the inner muscles milking his cock. He rained kisses from her mouth to her ear, nibbled on her neck, hunching his back to take her breast in his mouth, his teeth clamping on her nipple. Anything to get closer, anything for more of her.
When she came he pulled back to watch her, never tiring of the sight of it. Of the way she completely let go, shaking and crying out and meeting his thrusts. Her face got so flushed, starting with pink spots on her cheeks until the tips of her ears were bright red. She always looked surprised, which he found delightful, as if she didn’t really expect it to happen again. Maybe that’s why she didn’t hold back when she peaked, just in case it didn’t. She always kept her eyes on his, holding his gaze as tightly as she held the rigid staff inside her. And he always stared back, wanting to be in the moment with her as much as he could.
‘Oh – baby,’ she cried, scratching at his back with her nails.
She kept moving against him long after her climax ended, which was another in a long list of things he adored about her. Always ready, always eager. Always seeming to want more of him in a way he couldn’t comprehend but knew better than to question. He brought her to another release, feeling primal and masculine and possessive. He came inside her just as hers was ending, completely devoured by her.
Her body slumped in his arms and she clung to him, her heart beating rapidly against his chest. Pressing her against the wall, he leaned in for support, panting into her neck.
‘We may have to try you sitting in my lap while I drive after all,’ he said a few minutes later, his face still pressed into her skin. ‘I can’t seem to let you go.’
She gave a breathy laugh, taking his face in her hands and kissing him softly. She drew back, running a finger across his mouth.
‘Every time,’ she mused, staring at his lips. ‘It’s just as amazing – if not better. Every time.’
‘I know,’ he said gruffly, his heart expanding in his chest.
She smiled sweetly, running her fingers through his hair. His knees buckled and he slid them carefully to the floor, keeping her on his lap.
‘You might just be my undoing,’ he murmured, his lips brushing her forehead.
‘It would be a good way to go,’ she said with a chuckle.
They eventually disentangled themselves and got dressed, Will watching her almost sadly as her clothes covered her. After letting Maggie run around in the grass while they kept smiling giddily at each other, they returned to the road.
‘Hey, there’s a haunted pub tour in Savannah,’ she said, looking through the brochures they’d picked up at the rest stop. ‘Can we go?’
‘Won’t you be scared?’ he teased.
‘Why would I be scared of anything when I have you around?’ she asked.
He stretched out an arm and she placed her hand
in his. He kissed her fingertips and smiled warmly at her.
—
‘Holy crap, I see her behind you right now.’
Eve gave a start and turned, a squeal poised on her lips. There was nothing behind her and she turned to the man who had spoken to find him doubled over in drunken laughter.
‘Jackass,’ she said, suppressing a smile.
Next to her Will was chuckling and she pinched his arm, trying to look stern.
‘Sorry,’ he said, his shoulders still shuddering from laughter.
She rolled her eyes, grinning. Their guide had just described the story of a young girl who died in the building behind them when it was an infirmary and whose spirit supposedly regularly returned. The tour group consisted of one other couple who appeared to be in their thirties and about a dozen people in their early twenties, mostly boys who seemed to be making it their goal to scare or tease everyone else.
‘I really did see her,’ the young man said, pretending to look apologetic.
Eve narrowed her eyes at him, seeing his amusement.
‘Whatever, Scott,’ she said haughtily.
‘It’s Steve,’ he told her for the third time.
‘Is it?’ she asked innocently, feigning confusion. ‘Huh. I could have sworn it was Scott.’ She shrugged and took a sip of her beer.
Will snorted a laugh and she winked at him playfully behind Steve’s back. The guide was adept at handling such a large crowd and led them to the next bar, pointing out locations of interest along the way. At the last pub, the group lingered after their guide left, chatting and making small talk. Steve and his friends were making plans to go dancing and he turned to invite Eve.
‘If it’s okay with your dad,’ he added formally.
One of the girls with him smacked him on the back of his head, bursting into laughter.
‘Dude, that’s not her dad, you moron,’ she sputtered.
Steve looked at Eve and Will, clearly perplexed. Eve rolled her eyes with a grin, lacing her fingers with Will’s and leaning into him. Steve looked back and forth between them a few times before he caught on.
‘Oh,’ he said, reddening. ‘Sorry.’
His friends were laughing uncontrollably and Eve couldn’t help joining in. It wasn’t until they left, Steve concentrating on the floor and his friends continuing to tease him, that she looked at Will. His jaw was clenched and he was glaring at his beer.
‘Hey,’ she said in concern, putting a hand on his arm.
He raised his head but looked past her.
‘Let’s go,’ he said brusquely, throwing some cash on the table.
He was halfway to the door before she got up and she had to rush to join him outside.
‘Will, what -‘ she said.
He sped up, his long legs easily outpacing her. She started to try to catch up, then frustration took over and she simply stopped, watching him stomp away. He was a block and a half away before he turned around.
‘Are you coming?’ he asked harshly. ‘Or did you want to go out with them? Because don’t let me stop you.’
Her mouth fell open in shock. Her hands formed into fists and she held her arms stiffly next to her as she walked toward him. She paused in front of him for a fraction of a second to look at him, his eyes hard and unreadable, then brushed past him and headed to the hotel. Willing herself not to look behind her, she hurried up the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator, only remembering after she was in their room that Maggie was still in the RV.
‘Dammit,’ she muttered, searching for the copy of the motor home’s key that he’d given her.
Going back down the stairs almost stealthily in an attempt to avoid him, she crossed the parking lot to the RV. Maggie barely stirred when she entered, having grown so comfortable there that Eve was able to leave her alone if they were going somewhere dogs weren’t allowed. They typically slept in the RV, but Will readily gave in to her request that they stay in a hotel occasionally.
She paced around the kitchen, looking at her things scattered around. She had gotten comfortable there, too. They were surprisingly well suited as travel partners, especially in view of the relatively small shared space, and she had moved into the motor home seamlessly. So far it had felt like a surreal fantasy that was somehow still very real. As if this was how it could always be. She had managed to ignore the fact that it was going to end at some point, but now his attitude brought it to the forefront of her mind. She felt ridiculously trapped, considering they had left her car in Chicago with Katie.
She decided that in spite of whatever was going on in Will’s head, she wasn’t going to pass up sleeping in a hotel room because of it. She had just put Maggie’s leash on when the door opened.
‘What are you doing in here?’ Will snapped.
‘I’m getting my dog,’ she replied, startled.
‘Jesus Christ, Eve – I’ve been scouring the hotel looking for you,’ he said angrily.
She shrugged, leading Maggie to the door. He stepped in front of her and she glared at him.
‘Do you mind?’ she asked coldly.
He stared at her for a long moment before moving aside. She rushed outside, hearing him lock the RV and follow her.
‘Eve -‘ he said, catching up to her.
She quickened her pace, almost breaking into a jog by the time she reached the hotel but managing to keep him at bay. He headed for the elevator so she took Maggie up the stairs. Not that it helped, they reached the room at the same time. Will unlocked the door and held it open for her.
‘Thanks,’ she muttered.
She put a blanket on the floor for Maggie and gave her a treat, hovering over the dog as a means of ignoring him.
‘Eve,’ he said plaintively.
She turned to face him.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said flatly.
‘Was that about that idiot thinking you were my dad?’ she asked quietly.
‘Well – yeah,’ he said, looking exasperated.
‘So?’ she said incredulously.
He ran his fingers through his hair, his shoulders bunched up with tension.
‘It pissed me off, okay? For Christ’s sake – you think I like being reminded of my age like that?’
‘Who cares?’ she scoffed.
‘I don’t care,’ he said, his voice rising. ‘But I don’t have to like it either. I am old enough to be your father, after all.’
‘But – what does it matter?’ she said with a shrug.
‘What do you mean?’ he asked, appearing thoroughly confused.
She tried to take a breath but couldn’t get enough air in her lungs. Her brain was telling her to keep her mouth shut, but she couldn’t stop the words from spilling out.
‘I mean,’ she said, her voice cold to mask the pain. ‘It’s not like you have to worry about introducing me to people you know – or explaining our age difference to anyone…or your kids having someone their age as their stepmom or anything like that. So what does it matter what some stranger thinks.’
He looked as if she’d slapped his cheek, his eyes large with shock and anger.
‘What? Do you think I’m embarrassed by you or something? Like I’m hiding you away so I don’t have to explain this to people? Fucking hell,’ he shouted.
Eve tensed, her body stock still. She picked a spot on the wall over his shoulder and focused on it.
‘Is that really what you think?’ he was saying loudly. ‘Is that all you think of me?’
She could hear him but years of conditioning made her successfully avoid really ingesting his words, so she remained silent while he waited for a response.
‘Eve?’ he prompted heatedly. ‘Eve!’
She allowed her eyes to meet his briefly but still didn’t speak.
‘You’re not going to answer me?’ he demanded. ‘We’re not going to talk about this at all.’
The wall had some discoloration, she noticed. A crack in the plaster streamed out from the small, yellowed spot. Her eyes ran over the uneven edges of the stain.
‘What do y
ou want me to say?’ he went on, seething. ‘That I hated having it shoved in my face that those are the kids you should be hanging out with, not me? That I fucking hated the way that kid was looking at you all night? The way he was flirting with you and checking you out – the way you seemed to enjoy it?’
He sighed angrily at her silence. She knew what she was doing but was unable to stop, unable to re-enter the conversation even to defend herself.
‘That I hate the way you’re ignoring me right now?’ he added in a shout.
She risked a glance at him and felt her heart twist at his expression: angry, yes, but also sad and confused.
‘Fuck this,’ he spat out, unbuttoning his shirt and stalking toward her.
—
‘Wh – what are you doing?’ she asked, her eyes round.
He let the shirt slip off, his jeans soon joining it on the floor, and reached for her blouse, undoing the buttons methodically.
‘I would think it’s fairly obvious,’ he said sardonically.
‘Will -‘
He paused briefly, studying her eyes and seeing alarm but not fear. His fingers moved swiftly until her top hung open, revealing her cream-colored lace bra and the heaving chest under it. He gripped her waist, knowing he should take a step back, calm down, breathe. There was a faint whisper, that nagging voice of reason telling him to stop, but it was too late. The bottomless pit was swallowing him up, that same mindless force that beckoned him, tugged at him, pulled him in with its long fingers of lust and desire. The same dark abyss that made him lose himself completely in his need for her, the one that made him teeter on the edge of sanity, unaware of his actions.
He had stopped fighting it, had almost begun to welcome it, rewarded by her surrender each time. Her wholehearted, giving acquiescence that was also fierce and determined. As if she knew it was impossible to conquer, so instead she committed fully.
His anger and jealousy over that stupid kid’s comment was forgotten, disappeared. Became a deep, painful hurt when she stood there numbly while he ranted. Not even looking at him. Acting like she didn’t hear him. Blocking him out. The abyss wouldn’t allow any of that. He was desperate for a response, a reaction from her, and knew this was the surefire way to get it. Knew she wouldn’t resist, not when the contact of their skin created a charge so strong he expected it to cause a power outage. Not when, even now, her hips were arching toward him, her whole body responding to him, reaching for him.
This was how it was with them, drawn to each other like two magnets. Their bodies searching, clawing their way through the inconsequential, the frivolous. The bullshit that didn’t matter. Because nothing mattered but this.
He took one step and pressed his body against hers, her soft curves molding to him. He slid a hand up her bare leg under her skirt and hooked his fingers on her panties, dragging them down her legs. She watched him as she stepped out of her underwear, cautious but wanting. He bunched the back of her blouse in his hand, gathering the fabric until her arms, still in her sleeves, were forced back, her breasts arching into his chest. Her lips parted and he tugged on her shirt so the sleeves fell down to her wrists, tightening his grip and twisting the material, pinning her arms behind her.
—
Eve gasped, focusing on him, which despite her delirious arousal wasn’t difficult. His large frame was filling her vision, his scent wafting around her, his absolute maleness inflaming her. How he did this, every time, she didn’t know. She just knew she needed it. Him.
Her trembling knees were knocking against his legs. Winding an arm around her, he walked her back to a chair, lowering her carefully, pushing her skirt up to her waist. He rested his fist, still closed around her blouse, on the seat cushion behind her, slowly devouring her with his eyes. Her arms trapped behind her, she stopped breathing, her lower lip catching in her teeth. Waiting for his next move. Waiting for him. Knowing whatever he did would drive her further into an intoxicated state of arousal where a simple look or word could set her off.
Shoving his boxers down, he circled a hand around her ankle, hooking her leg on his hip. He held himself at the entrance to her heated valley, his nostrils flaring at the smell of her arousal. She watched in amazement as his eyes softened, his eyebrows rising slightly in question. Affection rushed through her. He may appear to be driven by his frantic lust, but she knew he would never be so far gone as to force her to do anything.
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