43. Eleanor
43
Eleanor
Alive is right—it’s the perfect description for how this feels.
Is it normal to be this horny after something so… appalling? Because the sight of Mac’s tight ass sticking out of the trunk of the car has me feeling some kinds of ways and one of them is “completely disgusted with myself.” I just saw people die. Violently. I’ve probably got blood all over me—I can see the tiny droplets on my hands from the spray Rossi’s head created.
And yet, I’m so wet and that ache deep inside me that wants to be filled with his cock is growing steadily more urgent at an alarming rate.
I watch as Mac stows the cases with all the neat little perfectly-shaped cutouts in foam for the pieces of his gun in the back of the mustang. He didn’t let me carry anything over from the field, but he does let me hand him the bag he set down so he could open the trunk.
“Give me your earpiece.” He holds out his hand and mine joins his in the small protective box, and goes into his pocket.
I head for the passenger seat as Mac closes the back door. I know I’m shaken, and my brain keeps flashing me horrific images that make me cringe. But I’m also… I think Mac would say juiced. My senses feel sharp, my emotions are heightened, my limbs feel warm and loose like after my warm up for a workout.
He gets in and starts the car. The purr of the engine fills me with calm, and we’re leaving the now-dark warehouse behind. I hope I never see it again.
“I can’t believe how incredible that shot was,” I muse.
“Thank you, darlin’.” He sounds proud.
“Right through the eye, from all the way out in that field. Just… wow. I had no idea how good you were. ”
“Oh, I think you’ve known how good I am, just not about that,” he says, winking at me.
I smile.
As Mac speeds along the empty road, I watch the dark, unidentifiable shadows pass out the window. It’s so empty out here. Only the faint light from farmhouses breaks up the dark scenery, set back from the road so far you almost can’t see them.
I turn back to look at Mac, and he glances back at me, eyes lingering for half a second on the painful spot on my face.
The little lighted mirror in the visor shows me the damage Mac seems so upset about. “I can’t believe I’m alive and relatively unharmed,” I say, gingerly prodding the broken skin at my temple. Frankly, even though I had full faith in Mac, I’m also in disbelief that I’m still alive. I’ve never come so close to death.
“Honestly, you were incredible, baby. You kept so calm.”
I swallow and close the visor. I eye him, letting my gaze drop to his pants. He doesn’t notice because he’s focused on the dark road, but I think I can see a bulge. It’s just hard to tell from the dark and the angle.
I bite my lip. “So, what you’re saying is… I was a very good girl?”
The car swerves a hair as he looks over at me, face full of shock. But he recovers quickly, and his hand goes to my knee. “A very, very good girl.”
I grin—pure gallows humor—as the phrase shooting my shot enters my head and I lean towards him. I let my hand trail down his hard abdomen, relishing in how the muscles ripple under it, and find the top of his pants. The button is open with a skillful flick, and the zipper comes down.
I unbuckle myself and shift in my seat to get the right angle to lower my face into his lap.
“What are you—” he starts, cutting himself off as my hand finds him through the hole in his boxers and curls around the hot, pulsating length of him. He’s already half-hard. Then I hear the thunk of his head falling back against the headrest and a low, “fuuuuuck.”
I get my mouth around the tip, swirling my tongue and tasting his salty desire. His legs tense and the motion of the car changes, making my body rock towards the steering wheel as he slows down. I try taking him deeper in my mouth, but the car stops and his gentle hands on my cheek and jaw lift me .
I sit back. “Why did you stop? I wanted to—”
He cuts me off with his rough fingertips against my lips. His hand moves quickly, cupping my jaw and holding my chin. “As much as I want a blowjob in this car, I very much want to shoot my load deep inside that pretty pussy while you look me in the eye and tell me you love me. Stay right there.”
He unbuckles and shoots out of his seat, slamming the door and jogging around the front of the car. I laugh, seeing his purposeful face and state of half-undress flash through each headlight. In the second or so it takes him to reach me, I look around, assessing. We’re off the road but facing it, tucked between some trees. Pretty secluded.
When my door opens, I turn towards him and he practically lifts me out of the car. His mouth fuses to mine and I meet him back with the same desperate energy as he guides me sideways to the back of the mustang. It’s a low car, and when he pushes me against the trunk, my ass hits the shelf in such a way I know it’s going to be a really good height for what we’re about to do.
My skin prickles in the cold, but the fire underneath is all-consuming. I press into him, needing more contact, and my nipples strain in my bra. He gets my jeans undone, but we hit a snag as I try stepping out. I pull away, trying to get my sneaker through the leg-hole the wrong way.
“I fucking hate jeans!” he shouts into the night air, making me giggle and shush him. “It’s only skirts or dresses from now on. We’re gonna need easy access, baby.”
I laugh and hold onto his shoulders as I kick off my shoes. “I thought you didn’t like anyone seeing what’s yours?”
“Long skirts. Like, Amish-long.”
I laugh again, knowing he’s kidding.
Shoes gone, jeans gone, underwear gone, the wet ground seeps into my socks but I couldn’t care less as he lifts me the inch or so onto the car. It’s freezing against my ass and I tilt my hips with a little shriek so my bare pussy doesn’t touch anything so cold, but he’s right between my legs. He grips me under the thighs and it makes my torso fall backwards, onto the steep slant of the back window.
“Ready baby?” he asks, strained.
“Do it!” I cry loudly. I need it so badly, I don’t think I could stand even a second of teasing.
His cock feels unbelievable, all hard, thick, silky steel. And the heat is a searing contrast to the temperatures all around me. I lock my legs behind him as he fully seats himself inside me and we both groan hoarsely.
His chest comes down over me and his hand rests on my neck as he starts pumping his hips. I grab his shirt, balling it in my hands, and bring him down to mash my lips into his. It limits the arc of his thrusts, but it feels so good I don’t care. I have his cock deep inside, his lips against mine, his hand around my throat and it feels so fucking right.
He pulls back and I release him and move my arms down under my knees to help hold them up.
The first thing I can make out in the darkness is the whites of his eyes. The headlights and brake lights have extinguished from their time delay, and it’s just the two of us with the brightness of a cloudy night. I can smell him all around me—his rich scent, his breath, even the coppery edge of blood—and it blocks out all awareness of where we are.
“I love you,” I whisper, then whimper as his cock nudges the deepest part of me.
“Say it again,” he urges, thrusting forward harshly.
“I love you, Mac.”
“Again.” Hard thrust.
“I love you,” I moan, screwing up my face as his hips take over and he pounds into me in a frenzied, determined way.
“Oh, fuck, Eleanor, I love you so fucking much.” He reaches between us and his fingertips find my clit in an easy, practiced move. They slide against the slick skin, and his fingers tighten around my throat. “You want to come on my cock like this, baby?”
“Yes,” I moan. “I needed you so bad. I want you to make me come.”
He laughs, and it turns into a groan as I squeeze around him. “Were you as fucking—” he changes his rhythm, snapping his hips roughly, “—hot for me as I was for you? Did all that fear turn you on?”
“Yes! Oh God, I… I thought there was something wrong with me.”
“Not wrong—fuck—never wrong. It’s natural, baby. Adrenaline… feeling alive… fuuuck. You feel so fuck ing good.”
I have to agree. The motion of his fingers against me is perfect, and that coupled with his cock pressing inside me so hard and fast, and the sharp cold of the night air reminding me of where we are, what we’re doing… It feels so wild and freeing. Alive is right—it’s the perfect description for how this feels.
I grab around his forearm, clutching it like a lifeline as the pressure builds in my abdomen. “Mac—” I whine.
“That’s it, baby. You can do it. You can come for me. Come for me, come with my cock inside you on the back of this car in the middle of the fucking woods. Come knowing that you’re safe with me, that I’ve got you… I’ve got you. Look at me.”
I meet his eye and scream my love for him as loud as I want. I feel like I’m blown apart at the seams, shattering and shooting out into the cloudy sky, landing somewhere among the dark, bare tree branches. My body convulses, shivering against the cold and with the intensity of the electrical pulses of my nerves. His fingers push me higher, just as I would normally fall back down, and his eyes refuse to release mine.
“Keep coming, that’s it, squeeze my cock. Take my cum…”
A half-whined, half-sobbed, “Mac,” is all I’m capable of as the shaking in my body turns even more intense.
He releases my throat and clit to use both hands for leverage on the sides of the car, fucking me harder than I can ever remember being fucked. Each thrust and retreat moves me up and down the glass window until he’s hammering too fast for gravity or friction to keep up.
I cry out, just as it becomes too much, and he lets out a choked groan. His cock is warm in me, but his cum feels different—warmer, maybe—and I swear I notice as I’m suddenly even more full of him.
As we both come down, panting harshly, I become suddenly aware of how cold my legs are, and how much my thighs burn with the effort of keeping them up. I let them fall, which drags my body down the cool metal. It tilts my hips back down, so his cock naturally slips out a bit, and I feel the trickle of his sperm follow.
“You’re amazing,” he murmurs, helping me sit up and slide off the car .
I tilt my head up for his cold, sweaty, sloppy kiss that lights the fire right back in my pussy every time. I love how full of emotion it is, like I can taste how much he wishes he didn’t have a refractory period. Like he wants me all the time.
“Right back atcha, sharpshooter.”