Chapter Four #2
I smirked and reached for the seat lever, pushing it back, reclining as Fox’s form grew more solid above me.
The shadows gathered into something sleek and dark, smooth like the Mustang’s black paint under moonlight.
He straddled my hips easily, disappearing and reforming on top of me, rather than trying to navigate the tight interior.
The shadow was warm, vibrating softly, like the steady purr of the engine idling beneath us.
When he moved closer, I could feel his weight, real and firm and hot, before he sank down into my lap.
I sucked in a sharp breath, holding it as my cock sank into the abyss.
The shadow squeezed tight around me, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.
Not with how strange this was; exactly my flavor of depravity.
I forced myself to focus on anything but the feeling of his burning body wrapped around me, rising and falling, riding me like he’d done it a thousand times before, his every movement custom-built for my pleasure.
I inhaled deeply, savoring his scent; leather and oil, subtle but distinct.
Fox smelled like sex in a brand new sports car, and I would find no distraction there.
I watched the lazy grind of his hips, the roll of his smooth black stomach, and dizzily wondered how a car had learned how to fuck like a pornstar. “How do you —”
“My backseat has seen plenty of action,” Fox chuckled softly against my ear. “And I’m a quick learner.”
Of course. I could’ve guessed as much; no one bought a Mustang without a plan to fuck someone in it. I’d just taken it one step further in fucking the car itself.
Fox’s lips grazed against my throat, and my thoughts evaporated, returning to the tight squeeze around my cock.
Fuck.
My hands found Fox’s hips, fingers sinking slightly into the shadow, but still able to hold on. I moved with him instinctively, matching his rhythm.
Like shifting gears.
Slow at first.
A pause.
A breath.
Then faster.
Fucking Fox was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. The shadows of the car wrapped around me, through me, surrounding every nerve with heat and motion.
I knew how to drive him, and Fox clearly knew how to drive me crazy.
My mind blurred under the rising rush of heat building between us. Nothing existed in that moment except the two of us and the low growl of his engine.
I looked up.
Those glowing yellow eyes were watching me.
“I—”
“I know,” he whispered. His hand brushed my cheek. “I can feel you. You’re close.”
He was right.
I was holding back, desperate to stretch the moment just a little longer, but at his touch, I was powerless to stop. No matter how much I wanted to pump the brakes, the momentum of our passion was carrying us forward.
“Fill me again,” Fox purred.
That was all it took.
The tension broke through me like an engine redlining past its limit. My body tightened, breath catching as my orgasm rolled through me in waves.
Fox held me there, drawing out every last tremor before his form slowly dissolved back into smoke.
When the haze finally cleared, I was alone in the driver’s seat, my cock in my hand, the leather beneath me damp with sweat. Slowly, I sat up, adjusting the seat again and fixing my clothes. A strange cocktail of emotions churned inside me.
Confusion.
Embarrassment.
And a dangerous amount of excitement.
I stared at the dashboard. Was I going insane?
“Let’s get home, shall we?” I muttered, trying to gather what was left of my dignity before I started the car and pulled back onto the highway.
I drove slower this time, needing time to think.
Another Mustang roared past; bright red, a newer model, its supercharger whining as it blasted down the road.
I watched it disappear in the side mirror.
“You looked.”
The shadow reappeared instantly in the passenger seat, making me jump, his yellow eyes glaring at me in accusation.
“I—”
“You looked at that other car.”
“Fox,” I laughed. “Are you jeal–”
The steering wheel jerked violently in my hands. The Mustang swerved dangerously toward the edge of the lane.
“Hey!” I yelped, desperately correcting the turn, heart pounding from the fright.
“If you ever look at another Mustang like that again,” Fox said sweetly, leaning close to my face, “I’ll drive us both off a cliff.”
His smile showed his silvery, sharp fangs.
I forced my eyes back to the road.
Focus.
Focus on the road, and make sure you aren’t looking at anything that might make him feel insecure.
This definitely was not my first toxic relationship. I had experience dealing with dangerous lovers.
And my cock was already hard again from the threat.
“Never,” I whispered, stealing a quick kiss from his smoky lips. “If I ever look at another Mustang, it’s only to size up the competition.”
The tachometer needle spiked suddenly as Fox smirked.
“Not that anyone could be competition for you,” I added, reassuringly.
The engine purred in approval, and Fox released his grip on the wheel, letting me take control again.
His possessiveness was a problem; I could not take a jealous supernatural Mustang home to meet my partners without some planning.
Sparrow and Candy were used to my misadventures, patient as saints and easily amused by my occasional foolishness.
But this lapse in judgment? This one might actually be dangerous.
I glanced down at the dashboard affectionately.
“Let’s find a nice place to park for the night,” I murmured. “Somewhere I can keep an eye on you.”