Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off (8 page)

He laughed as he helped her into the truck. With a sigh, he smiled. “You'll be glad you changed your mind when we get home."

"You're not driving straight through, are you?” Bethany asked. Apparently, she had never been on a road trip. To his way of thinking, you do not stop until you get there.

"Hell yeah. I prefer my own bed any day.” He closed the door and headed to the driver's side. She moved to the center of the truck and leaned over to unlock the door for him. The words I love you stalled in his throat, almost paralyzing him. He realized he was just standing there with his hand on the handle.

"Are you okay, Jack?” She smiled. Her full lips curved as her big brown eyes batted at him, taking the strength out of his knees. What the hell was going on?

"Yeah.” He nodded, realizing he was lying. He was not okay. He was in love, or maybe just lust. He didn't know, but he did know she was going to leave him at her first opportunity. He had to make it hard for her to get a chance, at least until she gave him a real chance.

He sat in the seat and placed a hand on her thigh. “Don't move."

"You want me to stay here?” She was still in the center of the truck seat.

"There's a lap belt. I like having you close by. Just in case.” He started the engine as she buckled the middle seatbelt.

"In case what?” Bethany said with distinct humor.

"In case I need to do this.” He stroked her with two fingers, gently, from her knee to her hip then back again. The soft coordinating jumpsuit she wore was soft, like velvet. When he returned to her knee, he made the same line only this time he traced toward her inner thigh.

"Jack. That's not funny.” She closed her eyes and let him continue to trace circles and lines over her thighs, coming close to her sex but not close enough to touch it.

"I'm not trying to be funny.” He bit back the smile. She was so responsive to his touch he felt like a warrior. His ego pumped up as his lungs filled with her sweet scent.

"You should be paying attention to your driving. How would you like it if I were feeling you up?” She stroked her hand along his thigh and then traced her finger over his fly. The soft touched had the desired effect but not before she pulled back with a gasp. “You're not even hard, you, you, scoundrel!"

Fast as lightning, she undid the seatbelt and moved to her side of the truck, buckled back in, and crossed her legs. “I can't believe you were just toying with me. I mean I'm sitting here soaking myself, and you're over there just driving away."

He smiled a devilish smile. He was just toying with her until she confessed how much she liked it. “I think you should test it again."

"No. I will not touch it while you're driving, Jack.” He watched as she tried not to smile.

"Fine. Touch you then. It's all I really wanted anyways.” He winked.

She gasped again. He had shocked a few people in his lifetime, but apparently he shocked Bethany more than most. “The nerve you have! You think I'm just going to sit here and masturbate for you?"

"What else are you going to do for the next oh, ten hours?” Jack watched the road for a moment longer then looked over to her. She was sitting there thinking about it. He knew as much because her heart was pumping her soft little jacket off her left breast like a jackrabbit kicking out of a trap. He hadn't started with these intentions, but Bethany got him going, and he didn't want to stop.

"I can't.” She shook her head.

"Sure you can. I'll help you. It'll make the drive more interesting.” He nodded then reached over and stroked her arm from her shoulder to her elbow. “Live a little."

The words fell on Bethany like a warm blanket. Living a little was the point, right? She wanted to live like the woman without fear. To be in charge of her life and experience all the world had to offer. Bethany Dodson would never, ever, think of doing such a thing, but Bethany Johnson really liked the way Jack thought. It was like being in the hotel again. Anyone who drove by, though they would have to be in a truck just as high and actually look or pay attention, could see her doing it.

"All right,” she said softly.

Jack swerved and straightened again. He was not expecting her to actually go through with it. She liked the fact that she had shocked him for a change.

"But not if you can't control the wheel."

"I can, I will, I just ... I will.” He tightened two hands on the wheel for a moment.

"Okay,” she said.

He could feel the heat creep over his cheeks. She had him, and she knew it.

"Where should I start?” she said in a purposely low and seductive tone.

"Take your top off.” He could not control the timbre in his voice. He was now turned on and, as a safety precaution, put the vehicle on cruise. His foot was liable to get a little heavy.

She unzipped the soft jacket and slid it off her arms. A plain white T-shirt was underneath. He balanced his attention between the road and Bethany. The inside of the cab was warming up even with the air on. “Shirt next."

She pulled the top over her head slowly and folded it neatly. The stack of clothes beside her was piling up.

"And?"

"Pants.” He nodded. He swallowed the drool gathering in his mouth. She had to be the most voluptuous woman he had ever seen nude. She looked soft all over, no bones sticking out anywhere.

"Not the bra?” Bethany licked her lips and batted her eyes. She liked this. He could feel it.

"Not yet.” He shook his head. Oh, what had he unleashed?

Bethany unsnapped the seatbelt and lifted her hips to remove the pants. She was not wearing little yellow ducks today. Oh no, she had a thong on.

"Take off the thong.” He shifted uneasily. His cock strained against his fly and begged for freedom. Freedom it would not get. This was about her, at least for now.

Slowly, she lifted her hips and pulled the thong off. She then proceeded to neatly fold the scrap of material, as if it needed to be folded, and placed it on the pants. She reached for the bra strap and stopped as another vehicle drove past.

"I dare you,” he whispered.

She took that challenge. She removed the bra and adjusted her position, so she faced him.

"Shouldn't you be in the slow lane anyways?” she asked as she folded the bra and set the stack of clothes on the suitcases in the backseat.

"I was getting over when you took off the thong, sweetheart, forgive me. I got distracted.” He laughed.

"You're hard, aren't you?” she asked. His laugh ended in a groan.

"Very."

"So, why don't you take off your clothes?” Innocently, she quipped.

"This isn't about me, but I will make an adjustment now you noticed.” Jack unbuttoned his jeans, and his cock sprang free. He sighed in relief. “Much better. Now back to you."

"He looks angry.” She bit her lower lip as she looked at his dick like it was the most amazing thing she had ever seen. The way she looked at him alone was enough to make his knees weak.

"He is angry, but he doesn't boss me. So, what are you going to do next?” He wiggled his eyebrows. He had to get the attention back where it belonged. On her. This was his fantasy, and she was fulfilling it, but he suspected she liked his wild side. His cock agreed and bounced on its own accord.

"Take your hat off.” Bethany waited until his arm stretched over the backseat to set his cowboy hat on the luggage. As soon as it was fully extended, she ran her nails gently along his forearm. He closed then opened his right eye as goose bumps prickled along the skin beneath her fingers.

"Now, can you drive with one hand, Cowboy?” she said in her sugar sweet voice. He was not sure where this was going, but he damn sure wanted to find out!

"Yes.” His voice sounded deep to his own ears.

"Good.” Bethany guided his right hand to her left breast. “You look good, Jack. Good enough to eat in fact. But since you want to make this about me, I want you to touch me and tease me and make me come."

She lifted his fingers to her lips and kissed each one in turn. Then, she pulled the rough index finger into her mouth and sucked on it. The warmth and wetness of her mouth brought thoughts of other things being in there. It was becoming more difficult to resist her idea of playing in the truck while driving.

"If you keep doing that, I swear I am going to come without you.” Reluctantly, he pulled his finger from her lips.

Bethany directed his now wet finger to her nipple. He tickled it softly then tweaked it a little harder, giving a tug, making her insides like fire. She pulled the ponytail free and let her hair free. The curls bounced wildly about her head, and she didn't care. All she cared about was Jack and his fingers and how good they felt. “Mmm. Jack, oh ... you feel nice."

"Come closer,” he drawled.

"Move lower.” She challenged. He answered her challenge by leaning over to grab her under the knee and pulling her closer. The truck swayed a second but straightened as he did. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted. “I was going to move."

"Spread your legs, Bethany. Let me see you.” Jack apparently found no humor in his current situation. She looked at his face. His cheeks were flushed. In his lap, a very deep red, almost purple, head lurched toward the steering wheel under her scrutiny. Satisfied that he was as turned on as she was, she propped her left leg on the seat and her right leg on the dashboard. Never in her life had she been so exposed. The position was worse than at the gynecologist, but Jack didn't look at her like he wanted to examine her. He looked at her like he wanted to devour her. Her pussy throbbed with need. “Touch me, Jack."

"Touch yourself.” Jack licked his lips, focused on the road, then looked back to her. “Open yourself up to me."

She spread the slick lips, exposing what little mystery was left to Jack. The door, hard and uncomfortable, irritated her back, but there was no way she could stop. With her index and middle finger, she began circling her clit. His face grew pained, and he fought to look back toward the road.

She was so turned on by his reaction. She was climbing up to the peak faster than she imagined possible without help. He groaned, sucked in his bottom lip, and bit down on it. He lifted his hand, pressed his index and middle finger into his mouth, and pulled them out wet. With great care, he touched them to her already weeping pussy hole. “Yes!"

She arched into him, lifting her hips, driving the relief of those fingers deeper. “God, I needed this. Don't stop, please."

"I may have to pull over.” His voice crackled on the air, thick with lust. He drove two seconds farther then pulled off to the side of the road. He hit the seat release, making room between him and the steering wheel.

"Get up here, quick.” He pulled her with one hand and placed the other on top of her head, so she didn't hit the roof as she straddled his erection.

Bethany didn't wait for his hands to land on her waist. She was wet, wanting, and she was going to take this man. She seated herself on him, taking his full thick length in one hard thrust.

They both cried out.

She began moving in a fast rhythm up and down on his shaft. She watched his face tighten, and his whiskey brown eyes fight to stay open. The wet slurp and slap of their bodies echoed in the small space. His scent combined with hers, filling the air and their lungs. She never knew it could be this good!

"You are so beautiful, Bethany,” he whispered with what breath he had left.

"So are you, Jack.” She gasped as he pressed his thumb to her clitoris and stroked it in a circular motion, taking her to the top in seconds. “Yes, oh yes, Jack, that's the spot."

"Come for me, sweetheart. I can't hold on,” Jack said right before groaning with sweet release. His cock throbbed inside her as he filled her with his sperm.

She continued to pump his cock, milking it dry. She reached her own orgasm as he ended his. He watched her body shudder. They felt the surge of wetness release over his cock. Gasping for breath, she finally stopped. Her brown curls were wild and unruly, giving her the look of the woman she was. Wild, sexy, and his.

"I better get up before we get arrested.” She laughed. “I really needed that. I feel a lot better now."

"Glad to be of service.” Jack swatted her butt as she dismounted him. She slowly crawled back to her seat. “You can spend the rest of the ride naked if you like."

"I plan on sleeping the rest of the ride.” Yawning, she stretched like a cat. Her body was limp and well sated. Lazily, she pulled her pants and T-shirt back on foregoing the bra and panties. She buckled herself back in and settled against the seat.

"Bethany.” Jack shook her gently. The woman slept like the dead. “Bethany, this is your last chance to go to the bathroom."

"What?” she said sleepily and stretched. Her nipples pebbled against the T-shirt, and he reminded himself they needed to get home. This was not the time or place to start making out again.

"We're just outside of Salt Lake City. It's a straight haul from here, and I shouldn't have to stop again for gas.” He smiled at her and helped her out of the truck. She stretched her arms and legs, going up on tiptoe giving him a fabulous view of those breasts.

"It's chilly.” She rubbed her arms.

"Here.” He fished out her jacket. “Do you want anything to drink or eat, sweetheart?"

She nodded, sending her long, brown curls bouncing. Her sleepy eyes blinked, and she leaned into his chest. He was surprised by the gesture. Aside from when she was trying to have sex, she didn't really touch him. Then, he realized she was just trying to get warm. She didn't wrap her arms around him; instead she kept them tucked in tightly against herself. “Come on. Let's get in and get out. We'll be home in about five hours."

"It's late.” She followed him into the gas station.

It wasn't his idea to leave right away; it was hers. They had woken up late, confronted her friends. She took an hour in the shower and then another to eat the breakfast he had to beg the kitchen to make at lunchtime. It was almost two when they finally left. He was exhausted, and here she was complaining? “Yes, it's late. Once we get home, we can get right in bed and sleep till noon tomorrow. I promise."