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The air outside the bar was drastically cooler, although I didn't notice it right away since my body was still heated from my interactions with Brady. His hand had a vice grip on mine, practically propelling me forward. When we made it to his truck, instead of opening the door, he backed me up against it, nudging my knees apart with his. My arms went around his neck and he took my lips hungrily. One hand held him steady on the truck while the other went under my shirt, his fingers seeking out my breast. I groaned as he took it in his hand, rubbing his thumb over my nipple through the fabric of my bra. He broke our kiss, resting his forehead on mine.

"We should get in the truck," he said, his voice strained. I nodded and he stepped back, allowing me to move away from the door. Brady whipped the door open and I quickly climbed in. While he was coming around to his side, I smoothed my skirt with my hands, reminding myself we still had an hour long drive back to Cadence. I should've booked a room.

Once Brady was in the truck, he slammed the arm rest between us back and slid next to me in one fluid motion. He leaned in and I melted into his kiss. It was long, sensual, feeding the ache between my legs. His hand slid up the outside of my right leg, making my nipples pucker. His hand traveled up to my hip and rubbed the lace band of my thong. Then it traced the lace down between my legs and I shifted so my legs were slightly apart.

"Hot," Brady grunted, dropping his lips to my jaw, then down my neck. Simultaneously, his finger ran over my clit, gently pressing the seam of my thong into it, making me moan. "Wet. So fucking wet." That's what hour long foreplay on the dance floor will do to a girl who hasn't had sex in four years. His finger continued lower, now completely soaked. As he got to my entrance, he pushed the tiny fabric strip away and sank his finger in. A second one quickly joined and I moaned louder, letting my right leg fall open more, giving him better access. Brady sucked on my neck while pressing his thumb against my clit and I bucked.

"Mmmm," I vocalized, not able to form a coherent thought. His thumb circled around while his fingers made their way in and out. I could feel my orgasm building, my walls clamping down on his hand. "Don't stop." Brady obliged, continuing his rhythm. My release was fast and violent, my head falling back against the seat. Brady sat back, not removing his fingers, his eyes searching my face.

"Good?" I nodded and he grinned, gently took his hand away, wiping it against the inside of my thigh.

"Let's get you home," he said, moving back to the driver's seat and starting the truck. While he maneuvered the truck out of the parking lot, I shifted to sit next to him. He draped one arm around my shoulders, giving me a quick kiss on the side of my head. I rested my hand on his inner thigh, feeling the tension of his jeans around his erection. As we drove, I palmed his cock, rubbing my thumb across the tip through the fabric. I could feel him grow and he let out a strangled sound in his throat. Turning my head, I placed light kisses along his neck before my hand began to make its way up to undo the button of his jeans. Which of course I couldn't get with just one hand. Fuck, I was out of practice. Screw it. I used both hands to undo the button and then slid the zipper down. Brady shifted his hips and I reached into his boxers and eased his cock out. His hand tightened on the steering wheel as I pumped it a few times, catching the pre-cum on my thumb and then licking it off my thumb. Watching his mouth drop a little while he watched me was totally worth it. Then I took his member in my mouth, remembering to swallow to alleviate my gag reflex as he filled my mouth. My tongue rubbed his length and I felt his fingers in my hair. I gripped him firmly with one hand as I worked up and down and I could feel him getting closer to release.

"Sara, shit, I'm going to cum." I sucked harder at the same time I tightened my grip, which finally sent him over the edge. He unloaded in my mouth and I took it all, wiping my thumb along my bottom lip when I finally released him.

"Good?" I mimicked him with a smirk.

"I don't think I've ever cum so fast," he admitted, tucking himself back into his jeans. "I feel like I should be embarrassed but it just felt too damn good." He wrapped his arm around me again and I snuggled up to him.

"I'm pretty sure it's a compliment," I assured him.

"So your place or mine?"

"Mine," I decided. He nodded and adjusted his arm so his hand was under my shirt, rubbing my nipple again. This was going to be a long ride home.

***

By the time we made it into my parking lot, I didn't think we were going to make it upstairs. He was in pain from the restriction of his jeans and I was shifting between awkward positions to avoid leaving a wet spot on his seat. We raced up the stairs to my apartment, adrenaline making it hard for me to unlock my door. Once it was open, I was pulling off my boots while Brady toed off his Converse. Then our bodies collided. It was a clothes tornado as we undressed. I was completely naked when I dropped onto my bed and Brady was about to push his boxers down, when he disappeared. When he reappeared he held up the condom he had retrieved from his pants, then he got rid of his boxers. His cock bobbed against his taut abs while he ripped open the package. I subconsciously licked my lips as he rolled the condom on, watching his hands work his length.

"Ready?" he asked, his body moving over top of me. I nodded, putting my hand behind his head to pull his lips down to mine. We kissed until neither of us could stand it any longer. Brady pulled back, putting his hands on my hips while I lifted them slightly. He lined up with my entrance and with a quick motion, pushed into me.

"Oh gawd yes," I managed as he thrust. It had been so long since I had been filled and I flexed my inner walls out of desire. Brady began to pant, his breathing picking up more and more quickly, and all of sudden it dawned on me - he was way closer to finishing than I was. "Brady," I tried to say but he started thrusting faster. Shit. "Brady, please." Well that was the wrong thing to say because he took that to mean everything was fine and the next thing I knew he went rigid. His oven timer went off and mine was still baking. He rested his forehead on mine, a face splitting grin on his face.

"I'll be right back," he told me before rolling off of me to go dispose of the condom. I just laid there on my back staring at my ceiling fan wondering what the hell just happened. Okay, don't panic, the night is still young, round two can't be that far off. When Brady came out of my bathroom, though, he put his boxers back on, and then crawled into bed next to me, giving me a kiss. Then he laid down, that goofy grin still on his face.

"I take it you liked it?" I tried to keep my voice light.

"Yes ma'am. I'm going to sleep well tonight," he answered. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close, his face in my hair. "How about you?" How the heck was I supposed to answer that? Watching his eyes begin to close, I knew our night was over.

"Same." I curbed the sigh that wanted to escape. What hot blooded twenty something male was only up for once in a night?! The bossy side of me was screaming to wake his ass up and have him finish what he started. The insecure side of me said to be happy that a good looking man even got me as far as he did.