Aiden leaned over to me.
“Just give those to me as soon as Redeye takes his shot. I’ll take care of them for ya.”
I nodded, glad to have an out. Aiden watched Redeye closely and quickly downed first one glass and then the other before switching his empty ones with my full ones. Then he drank those, too.
“What the fuck was that?” Lo screamed. “It’s got chunks in it!”
“I ran out of pickle juice!” Redeye yelled back at him. “Had to improvise!”
“Improvise with what?”
“I just put all the pickles in a blender,” Redeye explained. “Fucking awesome, isn’t it?”
“That’s just wrong,” Mo said with a laugh.
“Better than that cheap-ass whiskey he’s serving,” Clutch said.
Redeye got up in his face.
“Are you disrespecting my hospitality?” he snapped. “Because I’ll have you know that’s the finest batch of pickles this side of the fucking state!”
“I think you are out of your God-forsaken mind!” Clutch yelled back. “Maybe I need to teach you a little lesson!”
Clutch bumped his chest up against Redeye’s, and they stared menacingly into each other’s eyes. Dutch walked up between them and put a hand on each of their shoulders.
“What we have here,” Dutch said, “is a meeting of the sausages!”
“I better be getting a waffle with that!” Clutch demanded.
“And a chalupa!” Aiden called out.
I looked over to him and raised an eyebrow. Aiden just shook his head.
“The power of suggestion,” he said as he pointed to the group. “Any minute now, and someone will run out to Taco Bell and bring back a whole stack of chalupas. Just wait.”
“I said sausages!” Dutch roared.
“Hold on!” Lo cried out. “Let me get my camera! I know the perfect porn site for this shit!”
Everyone laughed. My head spun, but I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the insane banter between Aiden’s friends. I couldn’t keep up. All I could think about was what might have happened to Aiden’s ex.
The night progressed. Before long, chalupas did seem to magically appear next to the bar, but I wasn’t sure who had acquired them. There was more silliness, more banter, and a lot more shots. Aiden managed to save me from most of them though. Apparently, the trick was to take whatever Redeye offered you without hesitation and then wait until he was distracted long enough for you to get rid of it by any means possible.
It worked. By the time everyone began to either crash on couches or head home, I was only mildly tipsy. Aiden was a whole other story. I had to hold on to his arm to help him walk through the house.
“You be careful now,” Redeye said as he escorted us to the door. He narrowed his eyes at Aiden.
Aiden leaned over and gave Redeye a quick hug as Redeye mumbled something in his ear. Aiden responded just as quietly, and Redeye grinned.
“It was awesome to meet you, Chloe,” he said as he hugged me, too. “Take care of this asshole for us, and don’t be a stranger.”
Aiden took my hand, and we walked down the sidewalk towards the jeep.
“You had a lot of shots,” I said. “Way more than I did.”
“Yeah, but you weigh what? A buck twenty?” Aiden chuckled, stumbled a bit, and then got out his keys.
“Aiden,” I said as I grabbed his arm, “I really don’t think you should drive.”
“No fucking kidding,” he said with another laugh. He stumbled into the bumper of the jeep and opened the trunk. “However, these seats do go all the way back.”
He climbed up into the back of the jeep and fiddled with the seats until they lay down flat. Then he reached out his hand, pulled me in beside him, and closed the back door before falling over, still laughing.
The relief on my face must have been evident. As soon as I positioned myself beside him, Aiden grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me.
“I just found you,” he muttered against my lips. “Do you really think I’d risk you now?”
With that, his hands were all over me. He ran one down my front, then under my shirt and back up again. He grabbed my rear end with the other and pulled me into his lap as he leaned against the back of the driver’s seat.
“The best way to sober up is with a little rigorous exercise,” he informed me as he grabbed his cap off his head and tossed it into the front seat.
He began to kiss down my neck, and I glanced out one of the windows in the back to see Lance and his girlfriend exiting the house and walking in our direction.
“Aiden,” I moaned. I turned his face up to mine. “Someone will see us.”
“So what?” he asked. He attacked my mouth with his again as he slid one hand into the back of my shorts under my panties and gripped my bare ass. I could feel his other hand fumbling around between us, and I realized he was undoing his pants.
“Aiden!” I called out again. “People are walking by!”
Just then, I heard Lance whoop just outside the jeep.
“Yeah! You go!” he screamed. He and his girlfriend both laughed as Aiden held up one hand and gave them the finger.
They moved on, but I knew there were still others about to leave. Even with the doors on, the jeep had a lot of windows. Anyone could look in on us.
Alarm!
“Aiden!”
“Don’t care,” he said. He had his dick in one hand and was pushing my shorts down with the other.
Was I really going to do this? Have sex in a vehicle where anyone could walk by and see us? Granted, it was way after midnight, and there would be very few passersby, but anyone still at the party would notice if they came outside.
Aiden started to push me up to my knees so he could get my shorts off, but I grabbed his hands.
“I don’t know about this,” I confessed.
He paused and looked into my face.
“I’ll stop if you want,” he said. “I don’t want to, but I will.”
He took my face in his hands again, kissing me softly once but then pulling back.
“This is life, Chloe. Live it.”
My skin tingled. I looked back around my shoulder and saw the door to Redeye’s house was open, and there were figures silhouetted in it. I glanced back at Aiden.
He was right. This was exciting. This was terrifying.
And I felt alive.
“Okay,” I said, and my smile matched his.
I pulled off his shirt, and he pushed my shorts and panties down my legs until I could kick them off. They hit the back door of the jeep, and one of the metal buttons clanged, causing me to giggle.
Aiden gripped my hips and pulled me back onto his lap with my knees on either side of him. I reached down and wrapped my hand around him, my heart beating faster at the sound of his moan. He held me up with his hands, and I positioned him between my legs before slowly sliding down on him.
“Oh, shit!” Aiden tossed his head back and arched his hips, pushing deeper inside of me.
My body felt like it was on high alert, and I could feel myself already pulsing around him with the first thrust. I knew anyone could be looking in on us, but I didn’t dare look back to find out. I kept my hands on Aiden’s shoulders for support, and my eyes locked with his.
“Ride me,” Aiden commanded. He moved his hands up to my breasts, thumbing my nipples. “Ride my cock right here where anyone can see you.”
His shorts were only opened enough for him to get his dick out of them, and they were chafing the insides of my thighs, but I didn’t care. Aiden reached up under my shirt and unclasped my bra. It still dangled from my shoulders but allowed him access to my breasts.
“Fuck,” I moaned as he rubbed my nipples between his fingers.
“Oh yeah? There is a little dirty talk in my girl, isn’t there? Come on—say it again. Tell me to fuck you!”
“Ugh! Aiden!”
“Say it!” he commanded again. “Beg for it!”
“Fu
ck me!” I yelled. “Fuck me, Aiden!”
“Hell yeah, I’m going to fuck you!” He dug his fingers into the flesh of my hips and pulled me up and down over him. He kept time with his hips, shoving deep into me every time.
I wrapped my arms around his head, holding him against my shoulder as we moved together at a furious pace. My breasts were bouncing all over the place, and he seemed to be trying to catch them with his mouth as they moved.
He slowed slightly and reached up to palm one breast.
“Tell me how you want it.” Aiden slowed his movements further. “Tell me how you want to get fucked, Chloe.”
My heart raced. I still wasn’t used to all of this talking during sex. It had always just happened without a bunch of discussion. Aiden wanted to discuss everything.
He stopped moving and held me down in his lap. He took my chin in his hand and stared into my eyes.
“Tell me how you want it, Chloe,” he said again. “Tell me how you want to get fucked, or I’m not moving again.”
My eyes widened as I stared at him, opened-mouthed and still unsure. How did I want it? Did I even know?
“From behind,” I heard myself whisper, and Aiden raised one eyebrow at me.
“Oh really?” he said. “My girl wants to be on her knees, huh? Right here in the back of my car where anyone could walk by at any moment? Is that what you want?”
My thighs clenched around the outsides of his legs. I swallowed hard, unable to make a sound. With a shudder, I nodded.
“Oh, baby,” he mused. “You know what I like.”
He lifted me, deposited me beside him on my hands and knees, kicked his shorts the rest of the way off, and pushed my knees apart with his legs. He had to lean over my back to keep from hitting his head on the roof of the jeep. He pushed my shirt up to get to my skin, wrapped one arm around my waist, and held his cock in his hand as he pushed it back inside of me.
We moved together, slowly at first. The carpet in the back of the jeep was rough on my knees, but I couldn’t bring myself to care about the marks that would be left there. Aiden’s hands moved up and down my body, caressing my sides and my breasts. He moved his hands over the skin of my back, caressing me from my shoulder blades down to my ass. I felt his finger slide between my butt cheeks and press against me.
“What are you doing?” I cried, shifting my hips down a bit and tensing my muscles.
“Haven’t you ever had a finger in your ass while you’re being fucked?” he asked. He wrapped his arm around my middle again, holding me up against his body.
I shook my head and gasped as I felt the tip of his little finger push into me.
“Relax,” he whispered. “You won’t believe how good this feels.”
“Oh, shit,” I whispered. The pressure was odd but not uncomfortable.
“Relax,” he said again, and I tried to make the muscles in my back and thighs unclench. “That’s it.”
He dropped his free hand, stroked over my pubic bone, and then found my clit with his fingers. He stroked me as his cock and finger began to move in and out of me.
“Do you like it?” Aiden’s hot breath coated my back. “You like my finger in your ass, don’t you?”
“Ugh!” It was all I could manage.
“Yeah, you do,” he murmured. “Think about how my cock in there would feel.”
He twisted his finger and then coiled it back. At the same time, he pushed his cock deep inside of me and pressed his fingers to my clit. My entire body tensed, shuddered, and electrified just before it released.
My scream was loud enough that everyone still in the house had to have heard it.
I’d never come so hard in my life. My legs continued to shake even as my orgasm passed. I couldn’t keep my balance, and ended up slumping down onto my forearms as Aiden kept up his pace, both hands gripping my hips.
“Oh, fuck, yeah!” Aiden groaned. I felt him pull out and looked over my shoulder to see him finish himself off all over my backside.
He closed his eyes, panting for breath. When his eyes opened, he looked at my face and then down to my back and smirked.
“You look so hot covered in my cum. It just makes me want to do it all over again.”
“You look very pleased with yourself,” I commented.
“I am,” he confirmed. He sat up tall…
…and bashed his head on the roof.
“Ow!”
I fell to the floor and began to laugh as Aiden rubbed the back of his head.
“Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?” He glared at me as he grabbed for his pants. He fished around in the pocket, pulled out his keys, and tossed them at me. “Just for that, you can drive home!”
I picked the keys up off the floor, still snickering, and pulled my shorts back on. My back was all sticky, but that was just going to have to wait until we got back to the house. Aiden crawled to the front of the vehicle and plopped into the passenger seat. I climbed into the driver’s side and placed the key in the ignition.
“You okay to drive?” Aiden questioned. “We can just recline the seats and sleep a bit if you’re not.”
I sat still and thought about it. I shook my head a little, making sure there wasn’t any dizziness.
“I’m good,” I told him.
“Well, if you start moving and find out you’re not, pull over. I love this jeep.”
I looked at his face, and there was something odd in his expression, as if he were going to say something else. He smiled slightly and then leaned over to give me a quick kiss.
“Jeep sex is pretty awesome, isn’t it?” he said.
“It is,” I agreed with a smile. I turned the key in the ignition and let the vehicle come to life as my mind wandered.
And with that, I began to consider other ways to use the back of a jeep.
THIRTEEN
I felt as if I had just closed my eyes when Aiden’s hand began to shake my shoulder.
“Wake up,” he said. He pressed his lips to my neck and hugged me against him.
“Hmm?” I hummed groggily.
“It’s our last morning,” Aiden said. He released his embrace and took my hand to pull me to a sitting position. “You still haven’t seen the sunrise over the ocean.”
He coaxed me out of bed, took my hand, and led me through the house, across the patio stones, and onto the cool sand. It was still quite dark, with just the slightest glow on the horizon. I was dressed only in my sheer, short pajama set, and my arms broke out in goose bumps. I shivered and rubbed at my flesh to warm it up.
“I love this time of day,” Aiden whispered as he stood behind me and wrapped me in his arms. I leaned back against him, fighting the chill in the air. “It’s so peaceful. It’s like nothing else in the world exists but this time and this place. I’d love to be able to stop time right now.”
I turned my head to look at his face, and he brought his hand up to rest against my cheek. For a while, we just looked at each other in the dim light, but then he turned me around and kissed me softly. I wrapped my hands around his head, pressed my chest to his, and stood on my toes to reach him better.
“One more adventure for you.” His eyes sparkled as he reached down and picked me up him his arms. I squealed a bit and grabbed his neck though I didn’t think he would drop me. He walked a few feet out to the top of the sand dune before dropping to his knees and laying me on my back in the sand.
“What are you scheming about now?” I asked with a giggle.
“Me? Scheming?” he said with feigned innocence. “Never.”
“You are a terrible liar,” I said.
He straddled me, placed his hands in the sand on either side of my head, and leaned over to press his lips to mine. I opened my mouth to accept his tongue, and he ran his hand down my side before pushing the edge of my pajama top up, exposing my stomach and reaching for my breast.
“Are you serious?” I asked as I broke away and pushed his hand back down.
“I’m always serious when it
comes to getting you naked and on your back.”
“Out here? I mean…in the back of the jeep was one thing, but…” My words trailed off as I looked out at the beach. I couldn’t actually see anyone out there, but I knew there were often people fishing or jogging early in the morning.
“From right here, you can still watch the sunrise and not be seen very well by people on the beach,” Aiden said. “Besides, there isn’t even anyone out here. They’re all still hung over.”
He took both my wrists captive as he leaned over to hold my hands above my head.
“Aiden!” I protested.
“You want me to stop?” he asked quietly.
Already, my heart rate had doubled, and my skin was tingling with anticipation. I lay under him, helpless in the sand as he held me down, and knew it didn’t matter if someone saw us; I wanted this.
Sex in the sand with Aiden Hunter as our last day together began with the sunrise over the Atlantic.
Yes, please.
I shook my head, feeling the sand lightly scratch my scalp.
“Don’t stop,” I said.
Aiden smiled as he pushed his free hand further up my stomach and over my breast. He kissed my throat, and the wetness of his tongue caressed my flesh, leaving it cool as he moved to another spot. His fingers pinched lightly at my nipple, and grains of sand rolled around on my skin.
“You’re getting sand all over me,” I said.
“And I’ve barely even started,” he replied.
He covered my mouth, stifling any further protests, and I gave in to the feeling of his mouth on me, quickly forgetting the discomfort of the sand. He ran his thumb over the waistband of my pajama shorts with his free hand, then hooked it inside and pushed them down my legs and off.
He released my wrists, and I reached for his boxers, sliding my hands inside and moving them down his thighs. He arched his back to lift his hips and help me remove his clothing completely. I stroked his inked skin with my hands, marveling at the beauty of the markings on his flesh, the intricacies and the flow of the lines as one image merged into the next. I wanted to memorize them all, but there wasn’t enough time. I marveled at the story the pictures told, laid out on his skin for everyone to see but no one to understand.