Luke surges forward driving his huge prick inside me. I arch my back, and cry out. Hard and filling, he sure feels satisfying buried in my cunt. I gaze down at my breasts jiggling as he starts to pound into me. This is bliss. Supporting me with one arm, he reaches for the chocolate sauce and drizzles it over my tits. He leans forward and sucks chocolate from my nipples, all the while working his cock into my pussy. I gaze up at the ceiling and sigh. I never thought working in the ice-cream van could be this much fun.
Luke throws his head back. “Man, you’re hot,” he murmurs, his lips trembling as he pistons his hips up against me.
I thrust my hips back to meet him. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
We heave and buck, cupboards rattling, thighs slapping and groans ringing out. I’m not sure even “Greensleeves” can cover this onslaught. But this time, I don’t care—all joking aside, this is one seriously good fuck. I reach down between my thighs and give my clit a good rub, feeling the orgasm approaching.
Luke’s thrusts increase. I tighten my legs around his muscled back and slam back against him—I’m getting closer and closer to the brink. Oh, hell, this is it. My pussy contracts. I groan, my body convulsing in a huge juicy climax. One more thrust, and Luke cries out too. He turns his head to the side and buries his face against my breasts as he spurts himself into my pussy.
I lie back against the freezers, Luke still nestled between my thighs. I lift my head to look at him. “That was amazing.” I stroke my hands through his hair, a dazed expression on my face.
Luke lifts his head. “Yeah, it was.” He strokes his hands over my tits and looks thoughtful. “Only, I don’t know about you, but I’m still hungry….”
I smile. “Yeah, me too.” I pull him in for a kiss, feeling his hot lips burn me up all over again.
Suddenly, there’s a knock on the van window.
Oh hell—a customer.
I wiggle my hips trying to slide out from underneath Luke. “I have to go.”
Luke clasps my waist. “Can’t they wait?”
I falter at the pleading look in his eyes. “Yeah, okay, why not.” I grab his head and pull his lips back down onto mine.
“Cassie!”
I feel the color drain from my cheeks.
“What’s the matter?” Luke says.
My voice comes out in a whisper. “It sounds like Max—my boss.”
The next few minutes are a blur as we scramble around the van trying to put our clothes back on. I’ve only just straightened my hat when the voice calls out again—“Cassie, are you in there? What’s going on?”
“I’ll be right there.” I usher Luke to the back of the van and then sprint to the window to open it.
“Max…what a nice surprise,” I say, gazing down at the agitated face of my boss.
“I just stopped by to see how things were going and I find you’re all shut up. And it’s peak time too. What’s the problem?” he says.
“Um…” I flex my fingers trying to come up with a good excuse.
“Actually, it’s my fault.”
My heart almost stops beating as I turn to see Luke standing beside me.
“Your wonderful operative here has been kind enough to give me a personal tour of the van,” Luke continues, sounding very self-assured.
Max’s eyes narrow. “Oh, yes—and you are?”
“Luke Forewright of Forewright Construction Company.”
I gape. I don’t know who looks more surprised—me or Max.
Max’s expression softens, but he still looks suspicious. “Now then, Cassie, you know you aren’t supposed to let people into the van.”
“Yeah, I know, but…” I gaze down at the counter as if I’ll find the answer there.
Thankfully, Luke steps in to rescue me. “I’m considering making a business proposition, and I wanted to see firsthand the variety of refreshments on offer.”
I raise my brows at that one.
Max looks intrigued. “And?”
Luke slides his hand under my skirt and gives my ass a squeeze. “Very tasty.”
I shiver. The cheeky…
Luke continues. “So tasty in fact that I’d like to ask if you’d consider posting this van here for the rest of the summer….”
Max’s eyes flash. I can see the dollar signs there.
“My men certainly work up an appetite,” Luke continues, circling my buttocks.
“Well, that does sound promising.” Max turns his attention to me. “What do you think, Cassie?”
I slide my hand over Luke’s crotch and do a little squeezing of my own. “Yeah, I guess it could work out.”
“Well, then, that’s settled,” Max says.