Chapter 6: Griffin’s Truck
Cam’s laugh was breathless, muffled against Griffin’s damp t-shirt where his flannel still hung open. "Priorities," she murmured, the word thick with spent pleasure and the deep, warm ache between her legs. Thunder rumbled, low and distant, a warning beneath the whispering leaves.
A fat raindrop splatted onto Griffin’s forehead. "Shit," he muttered, sitting up swiftly, pulling Cam with him as the sky opened, the gentle patter turning into a sudden, insistent drumming. "Truck. Now." He scooped up her discarded panties, stuffed them in his pocket, grabbed her hand, and they ran, stumbling over roots, the warm rain plastering Cam’s dress to her skin, washing the sweat and stickiness from their limbs in cold rivulets. They burst into the small clearing where his battered red pickup sat, the cab suddenly feeling like sanctuary against the downpour. He wrenched the passenger door open, bundled her in, slammed it shut, and ran around to the driver’s side.
Silence descended, thick and awkward, broken only by the roar of rain on the metal roof and their ragged breathing. Cam shivered violently, the adrenaline crash hitting hard, goosebumps erupting on her bare arms and legs. She stared straight ahead, hugging herself, acutely aware of the cooling mess trickling down her inner thigh, a visceral reminder of what they’d just done, tangled with the weeks of hurt silence since their explosive fight. He’d vanished after calling her naive, a coward.
Griffin swore softly, stripping off his soaked flannel shirt. "Here." He draped the heavy, damp fabric around her shoulders; it smelled overwhelmingly of him, rain, and the faint, lingering scent of sex. Cam hesitated, then pulled it tight, the residual warmth a small anchor.
"You scared me," she whispered, the words escaping before she could stop them, her voice trembling with more than cold. "Weeks, Griff. Nothing."
He scrubbed a hand over his face, rainwater dripping from his jaw. "I know. Fuck, Cam, I know. It was… bad." He turned towards her, the dashboard lights casting shadows on his face, highlighting the tension in his jaw, the raw apology in his eyes. "Didn’t know how to fix it. Didn’t think I could."
Another shiver wracked her, but this time it wasn’t just the cold. The pain of his absence warred with the desperate pull she still felt. She looked at him, really looked – the rain-darkened hair, the earnest worry in his warm brown eyes, the set of his mouth. Her gaze dropped to his lips. The memory of their kisses in the woods, frantic and consuming, slammed into her. The charged silence stretched, taut as a wire.
Slowly, Griffin leaned across the console. He didn’t speak, just searched her face, his breath warm on her cheek, waiting. Cam tilted her head, a fraction. He closed the gap. The kiss was tentative, a question, softer than the rain-lashed ones before, tasting of rainwater and shared uncertainty. A soft sigh escaped her as his hand came up to cradle her cheek, his thumb brushing the curve just below her eye. The gentleness undid her.
He deepened the kiss, a low groan vibrating in his chest, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips. She opened for him, meeting his tongue with her own, the taste uniquely his – rain, coffee, warmth. One hand slid into her damp hair, the other finding her waist beneath the flannel, his touch igniting familiar pathways of heat. Her hands fisted in his wet t-shirt, pulling him closer. The console dug into her ribs, the gearshift pressed against her thigh, but she didn’t care. Need, hot and urgent, flooded her, washing away the lingering chill, the anger. She needed skin.
Breaking the kiss, breathing raggedly, Griffin’s eyes were dark, intense. "Need to taste you," he rasped, his voice rough. "Need you closer." He moved swiftly, unbuckling her seatbelt, then his own. He lifted her easily, pulling her across the console to straddle his lap in the driver's seat. The flannel slipped off her shoulders, forgotten. Her soaked dress bunched around her waist as she settled onto his hard thighs, the thick ridge of his erection pressing urgently against her core through his soaked jeans, her own wetness meeting the rough denim. His hands slid up her bare thighs, pushing the dress higher, thumbs brushing the sensitive creases where thigh met hip. He leaned in, his breath hot against her lower belly.
"Please," Cam breathed, her hips rocking instinctively against the hard pressure, seeking friction, seeking him.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs, his gaze locked on her exposed sex, glistening and swollen even in the dim cab light. "Fuck, Cam," he groaned, low and reverent. He lowered his head. His tongue was hot and broad, licking a slow, deliberate stripe from her entrance up to her clit. She cried out, fingers tangling in his wet hair, holding him there as he flattened his tongue against her, lapping at her slick folds, before sucking her clit into the wet heat of his mouth. Pleasure, sharp and electric, jolted through her. "Griffin!" she gasped, hips lifting, grinding against his mouth.
He feasted, tongue swirling, flicking, plunging shallowly inside her while his fingers found her clit, rubbing tight, firm circles. The sounds – his hungry sucking, her sharp gasps, the endless drumming rain – filled the cab. The pleasure built swiftly, intensely, coiling tight low in her belly. "Yes! Like that! Don't stop!" she begged, her thighs trembling against his head. He growled against her, the vibration sending fresh shockwaves through her core. Her orgasm hit, sudden and fierce, a bright burst of white light behind her eyelids as she arched, crying out his name, her inner muscles fluttering around his tongue. He lapped at her relentlessly, drawing out every pulsing wave until she slumped, boneless, against him, trembling.
Her hand slid down his chest, over the wet fabric clinging to the hard planes of his stomach, and found the straining bulge in his jeans. Fingers fumbled with the button, then the zipper, pulling it down with a rasp. He lifted his hips, helping her shove his jeans and boxers down just enough. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head slick with pre-cum, glistening in the weak light. She wrapped her fingers around the hot, rigid length, stroking him slowly, feeling the powerful throb. He groaned, deep and guttural, his head falling back against the headrest.
"Your turn," Cam whispered, her voice husky. She slid off his lap, kneeling on the passenger seat, facing him. Leaning forward, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge, tasting the salt and musk of him. Griffin hissed, his hand cradling the back of her head. "Fuck, baby… yes." She took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue pressing against the thick vein underneath. She sucked, hollowing her cheeks, one hand working the base of his shaft, the other cupping his heavy balls. His hips jerked slightly, a low, continuous groan rumbling in his chest. "Suck me… just like that… take it deep." She relaxed her throat, taking more, the head nudging the back, her nose buried in the dark curls at his base. The scent of him, the taste, the feel of him pulsing on her tongue was intoxicating. She moved her head, slow and deliberate, her mouth a hot, wet slide, her hand moving in tandem. He was close; she could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his cock swelled even more.
"Cam… stop… gotta be inside you," he gasped, tugging gently on her hair. She pulled back slowly, releasing him with a soft pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening tip. His eyes were almost black with need. "Need to feel you. Ride me."
He lifted her easily, guiding her back onto his lap. She positioned herself, the thick head of his cock pressing against her soaked entrance. She sank down slowly, taking him inch by thick inch, a low moan escaping her as he stretched her, filled her completely. She seated herself fully, pausing, feeling the exquisite ache, the perfect fullness. His hands settled on her hips, warm and possessive. "Move, baby," he urged, his voice strained. "Slow. Take what you need."
Cam began to move. She rose up slowly, almost letting him slip free, then sank back down, taking him deep with a rolling grind of her hips. The drag inside her was intense, a friction that sent sparks dancing behind her eyes. She set a deliberate, sensual rhythm, her hands braced on his shoulders, her eyes locked on his. Up, then down, a slow, deep undulation that emphasized every inch of his length sliding within her. His gaze was molten, fixed on her face, then dropping to watch where their bodies joined, her wetness gleaming as she moved. "So fucking beautiful," he breathed, his grip tightening. "Ride me just like that. Slow. Deep. Feel every inch."
She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest, her lips finding the pulse point on his neck. She licked the rain-slicked skin, then bit down gently. He groaned, his hips surging upwards, meeting her downward stroke, driving deeper. "Griffin," she gasped against his neck, her rhythm faltering for a second at the jolt of pleasure.
"Backseat," he growled suddenly, his voice thick. "Need more room. Need you under me." He lifted her off him with ease, ignoring her soft whimper at the loss, and slid across the worn bench seat into the cramped back. He pulled her after him, laying her down on the narrow, dusty space. He knelt between her legs, pushing her knees wide apart. His cock, slick and hard, nudged insistently at her entrance again. He paused, bracing himself over her, breathing hard, rain water dripping from his hair onto her bare stomach. His warm brown eyes were fierce, intense, burning into hers. "Cam," he rasped, the word strained. "Can I come inside you? Need to fill you up. Need to feel it."
Cam’s exhausted laugh vibrated against Griffin’s damp skin. "Does it matter?" she murmured, her voice thick and sated. His softening cock slipped free with a slick, warm rush that made her gasp softly.
Griffin’s hand, large and possessive, slid down her spine to cup her bare ass, kneading the curve. "Right now? Fuck no." He nuzzled her hair, inhaling deeply. "Smell like me. Like us. And pine."
She pressed closer, the cool air raising goosebumps on her sensitive skin. "Good." His fingers traced lazy circles lower, dipping between her cheeks. Cam shivered. "Griff… again?"
"Already?" he rasped, surprise and arousal warring in his voice. His thumb pressed gently into her cleft, just shy of her asshole. "That hot little cunt still hungry?" He felt the tremor run through her. "Tell me."
Her cheeks burned."Yes." The word was barely a whisper. Griffin grinned, a flash of white in the dim light. He shifted, rolling her onto her back on the moss. His warm weight settled over her hips, pinning her gently. He kissed her, slow and deep, tasting her surrender.
His calloused fingers found her folds again, slick with their mingled release. He circled her clit, swollen and hypersensitive. "This greedy pussy soaked already," he growled, pushing two thick fingers inside her stretched warmth. Cam cried out, arching off the ground. "Fuck yeah, take it." He worked his fingers hard, curling them. "Want me inside this needy cunt again? Filling you up?"
She gasped, her hips lifting off the moss to meet his thrusting hand. SHE NODS EAGERLY.
Griffin’s chuckle vibrated against her cheek, still pressed to his damp chest. "Priorities, right?" Cam murmured, tracing idle circles on his skin sticky with sweat and forest debris. His hand slid possessively down her bare back, fingers splaying over the curve of her hip.
He shifted beneath her, his softening cock slipping wetly from her warmth. "Gotta be honest," he breathed, his voice rough, "that fucking dress drove me crazy the second you climbed out of the truck." His eyes, dark and intent, held hers. "Seeing you kneel, seeing those freckled thighs… remembering the bandaid." His thumb brushed the faint scrape high on her inner thigh, a relic from their last trip. "Wanted to bury my face right there then."
Heat flared anew low in Cam’s belly, a familiar ache stirring despite the lingering throb. "You didn’t," she whispered, her voice catching. His gaze dropped to her mouth. "Wanted to," he growled, the sound primal. "Wanted to taste you then. Taste you now." He moved with startling speed, rolling her onto her back on the cool moss. "Spread," he commanded, low and urgent, nudging her knees apart with his own.
He knelt between her legs, his hungry stare fixed on her glistening sex, still swollen and pink from his earlier possession. He didn’t hesitate. His mouth covered her, hot and demanding, his tongue plunging deep inside her slick channel before lapping upwards to suck her swollen clit hard into his mouth. Cam cried out, arching off the moss, fingers fisting in his hair. "Griffin! Oh fuck!"
He feasted, tongue relentless, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, holding her open. The wet, sucking sounds filled the space between them, obscene against the forest quiet. Cam’s climax slammed into her, sharp and sudden, her thighs clamping around his head as she screamed into the canopy. He rode it, tongue flicking mercilessly until she collapsed, trembling. He surged up her body, his cock impossibly hard again, thick and urgent against her thigh. He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
"Need inside," he rasped against her lips, the words thick with need. "Need that tight cunt." He gripped his cock, guiding the slick head to her slicker entrance. He drove in hard, one brutal thrust burying him to the hilt. Cam gasped, the sudden fullness stealing her breath. He set a punishing rhythm immediately, hips pistoning, his balls slapping against her with each deep plunge. "Take it," he grunted, voice guttural. "Take every fucking inch."
His thrusts were deep, possessive, igniting sparks of friction that coiled her tighter. He leaned down, teeth grazing her neck. "Gonna fill you up again, Cam," he promised, breath hot. "Gonna pump you so fucking full." His rhythm faltered, became erratic, frantic. He slammed deep and held, grinding his hips hard against her clit. A guttural roar tore from his throat. She felt the hot, liquid surge erupt deep within her.
CUM FLOODS HER.