Chapter 209 The back of the truck - Cole

Chapter 209 The back of the truck - Cole
I fucked up the most important thing in my life.
And even though I can see the understanding in her eyes after Dr.Maxwell explained things to her, I can still see the distrust in the golden orbs that I love so much.
She's looking at me apprehensively after I opened the door for her.
She knows what the open door entails. If she gets inside the truck, she will get fucked six ways to Sunday tonight.
In the past, I would have had no hesitation to load her in myself, but I hurt her, and I'm leaving the ball in her court. If she doesn't forgive me, I would ask her out on countless dates, woo her even if it means no sex.
But my girl looks dangerous in red tonight, the dress molded to every curve and leaving me hard as fuck in my slacks.
I half expected her to slam the door in my face, but instead, she steps into the cab with her high heeled boot and hoist herself up, looking straight ahead with red cheeks.
This is a start, right? She's either on her way to forgive me, or she's feeling just like me.
Horny, but just for her.
It's been a long time, and her panties around my dick doesn't cut it anymore, not when I get to see her every day now, and not being able to touch her in the way that I want.
The atmosphere in the truck is much the same as in the restaurant. Silent, but not awkward, expectation hanging heavy between us.
I drive to the spot where students usually hang out, but it must be our lucky night, because there are no cars by the river, and I park underneath a tree and switch off the engine.
I turn in my seat to look at her, her eyelashes making shadows on her cheeks as she squeezes her eyes shut, either in anticipation or regret.
Either way, I'm shooting my shot, and if I crash and burn, then so be it, but at least I would have touched her, even if she ends up saying no.
I lean over the console, and brush her hair behind her ear before I let my lips touch her clenched jaw. I bring my hand up to turn her face towards me, and she lets me.
I kiss her softly, reverently, and she opens up her lips to kiss me back. An animalistic growl escapes my chest, and my hand goes around her throat to keep her face still as I plunge my tongue into her mouth. It feels even better than what I remember, and I must have been a saint for staying away from her for so long. Feeling her, kissing her, is the best thing I have ever done, and God knows, I don't ever want to be without her again.
She moans when I break the kiss, and lick the seam of her lips. "On your knees on the back seat, spread your legs nice and wide for me."
She knows exactly what I want, but she's still not looking me in the eye when I sit back and she climbs over the console onto the back seat, her back to me and on her knees with her legs spread.
I want to photograph this moment, but she might change her mind, so I take off my shirt and follow her instead. My hand settles on the seam of her dress, and I pull the red fabric slowly up until it reveals the luscious globes of her ass in nothing but a red thong, enough to make me shoot my cum right then and there.
"We won't be needing the dress, would we?" I whisper in her ear, and she shudders, not protesting when I pull the dress over her head anf off her arms.
I want to kiss her everywhere all at once, my lips kissing the space between her neck and shoulder, pulling down her bra straps and the lacy cups until her full breasts spill free into my waiting hands. She shudders again when I run my thumbs over her pebbled nipples, and I want them in my mouth, but I need to be inside her as soon as possible, the need inside me pulsing to feel her wet heat.
"I want to be deep inside you." I whisper in her ear while I squeeze her breasts hard. "There is nobody in this world I want to fuck other than you. You are the only girl for me, Monet."
A tear slips past her closed eye, and I wish I wasn't the reason for making her feel this way, and I lick the moisture, the taste of the saltiness like nectar on my tongue. I will fix what I broke, I will mend what I shattered, even if I die trying.
I hold her chest to mine as my one hand travels down her flat stomach, and into the red lace of her thong, rubbing slow circles on her clit until she's trembling in my arms. Only then do my fingers dip lower, in-between her smooth pussy lips, finding her wet and convulsing.
I can't stop anymore as I enter her tight heat deep with my middle finger, catching the moans coming from her mouth as I fuck her pussy hard and fast with that digit, adding another finger to open her up even more, her walls pulling me in.
"Fuck!" I watch as she clutches the back seat when I take my fingers out of her and my arm from around her chest to hastily undo my belt and lower down the zipper of my slacks, pulling my impossibly hard dick out.
I love fucking her in her tiny thongs she teases me with, but tonight I want nothing between us, so I rip the fabric from her body, tilting her ass backwards to give me better access.
"Cole." My name is desperate on her lips as I rub the head of my dick through her folds, the night too dark around us for me to see much.
I give her what I know she wants, I push inside her inch by inch, her walls protesting and her moans loud as I slowly thrust up inside her until I no longer can and I shudder too as I cum immediately, shivering as string after string of cum shoot inside her, like it too knows that we're finally home.