Beautiful Burn(22)

“Necker’s Lane?” Auburn laughed when I chose a spot in the last row.

“I swear, it’s not what you think, well, not until you showed up in those shorts anyway.” I grinned, my plans for a sweet evening now happily replaced with something altogether dirtier. “Come on.” I opened my door to meet her at the back of the Blazer. With the tailgate open and the back seats removed, there was plenty of room for us to lie down and watch the movie. I started making a bed of the half dozen blankets I'd brought. I tossed a few pillows around and then held a hand out.

A smile split her face, the hugest I’d ever seen, and with that one look I knew it was all worth it. Whatever the future held, that smile made everything worth it. She giggled as she crawled across the bed on her knees before snuggling down into the nest I'd made. “This is amazing!” She spread her hands over the soft fabric of my white comforter, pulled straight from my bed. I loved the thought that I would go home with her scent on it.

That idea was shaken from my head when a flying pillow walloped me. I grinned and tossed it back. She caught it as the momentum of the pillow sent her dark hair flying in a pretty puff around her face. Satisfied, I dropped back with a laugh on the stack of pillows and blankets. “See? Best view, right here.” I gestured to the oversized screen.

“I should know by now not to doubt you,” she said as she burrowed into the comfort the blankets offered. “You are the teacher, after all.”

“Watch it,” I growled with a half smile. The sunset finally dipped below the horizon and before long, the opening credits were rolling.

““Lolita”? This is amazing! How did you --”

“They have special request night. I put in Lolita a few weeks ago.” I answered her unfinished question. Her excitement was palpable, and the happiness that settled within me that I'd brought that smile to her face left me feeling a sense of content that'd been missing from my life of late.

“Wow. I'm sort of blown away.” Her voice softened. “No one's every done something like this for me before.”

“I'm glad I'm the lucky one.” I grinned.

“Thank you.” She stretched an arm across the soft cotton and gave my hand a thoughtful squeeze.

“Drink?” I pulled a bottle from each of the six packs I'd brought. A beer for me, girly shit for her.

“Mike’s Hard Lemonade?” She frowned as she held the sweaty bottle in her hand.

“You want a beer?” I passed her the bottle I’d just uncapped.

“Yes, please.” She smiled sweetly before taking a long drink. Her throat contracted and my eyes followed the line of it down to her collarbone and the shadowy cleavage revealed by her shirt. But tonight wasn't about taking, it was about sharing.

I grabbed another beer for myself as the opening scenes of the movie played. Auburn watched riveted, soaking up the old classic. I watched the movie too, but I also snuck glances at Auburn. She made small comments throughout the movie and I soaked up her words. I drank in the way her eyes conveyed every thought she had. I reveled in these moments because I was afraid we would only have these moments. Simple though they were, I found myself realizing that the simple moments in life were the most profound.

Auburn nestled closer to me. Close enough that I could feel our bodies humming in the empty space that separated us.

Her leg brushed against mine as she shifted again. “Is everything okay?” I leaned into her, fully aware what was on her mind. Those chocolate brown eyes shot to mine, before glossing over with something that made my dick pound. The look of a woman wet.

I brushed a hand up the inside of her thigh as I took her lips with mine. Softly at first, tentatively, but when she placed her hand on my chest and pushed her hips to me, all systems were go.

We were frantic, desperate, rushed. Like we were starving for each other.

Auburn did that to me. She lit me on fire and made me burn and ache in ways I didn’t even know were possible. My beautiful burn. I needed her.

“Get out of your shorts,” I grunted as I pulled the zip on my jeans. She pushed the fabric down her legs and I smiled when I found her without a scrap of underwear. “Naughty girl, you wanted me to fuck you tonight?” I whispered in the filtered moonlight as I watched her.

“Yes.” The answer was short and quick, astoundingly frank, as she laid back on the nest of blankets. I was going to fuck her – a student – in the back of my truck. My dick throbbed and my brain fogged as I fell down over her, my cock finding the place it'd been craving between her legs.

“Oh God, Reed,” she moaned when I dragged my cock up her heated center, teasing at her entrance and hitting every bundle of nerves on the way. She ran her fingernails across the skin of my back and I arched and shuddered, grinding my hips while my hands grasped at her sides to hold her against me.