15 - Aiden #2
Her mouth followed, eager lips finding mine again, and I returned the kiss desperately. For someone who’d just mentioned how little time we had, she showed an impressive amount of patience.
“Do you think we should quit before we’re found out?” She was teasing me, and I knew she was teasing me, but God, my control was absolutely gone already.
“Don't you fucking dare,” I panted against her lips, feeling her moan, and then her hands were blissfully focused at the front of my shorts again.
She stroked me slowly a few more times, before finally slipping her fingers beneath the waistband.
“Yes, yes,” I encouraged, not caring how desperate I sounded. Not caring what she’d think of me and my lack of composure.
I lifted my ass just enough so she could slip my shorts down, and my aching cock sprung free. Her fingers were around me in a blink, and any thought other than what she was currently doing to me left my mind.
Her gestures were careful, but confident as she stroked me up and down with a firm grip. Steady. The focused rhythm made my hips join in, rocking to match her pace.
“Were you working out before you met us downtown?”
Weird question, and for a second, it pulled me out of my horny haze. “What?”
She dipped her head low, fiery gaze burning into mine as she did. “You smell good enough to eat.”
And at the risk of repeating myself—Fuck.
Whatever response might have been swimming around in my brain faded to nothing, and I inhaled sharply as she brushed her thumb over the tip of my dick.
“So good, I might just—” Sage closed her lips around my tip and sucked lightly. As if she were taste-testing a sucker.
My mouth dropped open in a silent gasp, every muscle in my body straining to keep from immediately blowing my load right then and there. Between the wet warmth of her, and the low moan of satisfaction vibrating through my shaft, she’d taken me right to the edge of all reason.
“Sage. Sage, please,” I gasped, practically writhing beneath her.
She placed one hand around the base of my dick, and bobbed her head up and down. Each time she came down, it was a little deeper than the last. Until my tip hit the back of her throat.
“Oh, God, that’s so fucking good,” I breathed through clenched teeth and a tight jaw.
She took me deeper, gagging around me to the point where tears sprang up in her eyes. But she didn’t stop. The hand at the base of my dick moved to cup my balls, teasing me while the other hand stroked in tandem with her mouth.
“You’re gonna kill me.”
Right here, in the back of some van parked in front of a retirement village of all places.
Her mouth came off my dick with a smacking sound. She was out of breath too, which made the devilish grin she wore even hotter. “Best way to go.”
I let out a shaky laugh that was instantly sucked back when she brought her mouth to my cock again. This time she increased the pace as well as suction, her own need driving her into a frenzy.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” I said, pushing the hair out of her face. My hand stayed at her ear for a beat, then snaked to the back of her head. Guiding her. “Show me again.”
Sage relaxed her jaw all the way, and allowed me to push her as far down as she could go. She gagged again, her throat contracting around my tip. But she offered no release. On the contrary. She breathed through it, holding me there while a mix of saliva and pre-cum dripped down my balls.
I bucked my hips again, driving deeper into her throat. That’s when she tapped my thigh repeatedly; a signal. I dropped my hand from her head, and she lifted off my cock with a gasp and a smug look that stoked the disappointment crawling in my chest. Dismayed at the loss of her.
“Are you sulking?”
“No.”
“You wanted to come in my mouth. Is that it?”
“No,” I lied.
My cock twitched, and it took everything to keep from jerking myself off and finishing right then.
She gave a short laugh as she wriggled out of her jeans and underwear at the same time. “You’re cute when you’re pouty.”
Then she clambered back over me, her knees pressed against either side of my hips..
Before I could fully take in the closeness of her freckles and the way the silverware in her lip and eyebrow caught the scraps of sunlight floating into the back of the van, she took my dick in one hand and parted her pussy lips with the other.
Without breaking eye contact, she dragged my cock through the smooth, velvety wetness there.
Even with me on the edge, barely holding my shit together, there was no mistaking how swollen her clit was as my tip slid over it. Again and again. It sent a shiver through her each time, and each time that happened, the faintest gasp would spill from her lips.
“Fuck, you feel good.”
“Yeah? You like that?” She tightened her grip on me, and added a downward stroke along my shaft with each pass between her folds. “Do you like how wet you get me?”
I clenched my teeth and gave a stiff nod. “Put it in.”
A slow moan ushered out of her. She brought my cock right to her entrance, dipped it just inside the tight squeeze, then stopped. “Say it again.”
It was a power move, but she was wide open, hovering over me in a prime position. I bucked my hips, already imagining how good it would feel to plunge my dick inside her.
But Sage rocked on her knees at the same time, lifting that sweet pussy just out of my reach.
“I said— Say it again.”
Our eyes met, fire on fire, and darted forward to claim her with a biting kiss. “Put it in.”
She lowered herself, inch by inch, sheathing me all the way inside of her. I gasped, and so did she, her hands shooting to grip my shoulders for support. Her face was flushed, lips pursed for obvious reasons, but the slight flutter of her pussy walls around my cock gave her away.
For all the power and control Sage enjoyed, she ultimately couldn’t hide the truth of what this was between us. She was as fucked as I was. There might have been some doubt before, but after this…
“Is this what you wanted?” She rolled her hips, starting a painstakingly slow and measured rhythm that sent a surge of arousal snaking up my thighs and flooding my dick.
I was so hard now, it hurt. But in the best way. “What we both wanted.”
With my hands on her hips, I helped her through the motion of teasing my cock, pulling back far enough so my shaft came out to glide over her clit. And then again on its way back in. Our bodies slammed together at that point, adding more pressure to just the right spot for her.
I leaned in, dragging my mouth along her collarbone, her neck. Soft, wet kisses marked her jaw and the sensitive spot beneath her ear. Sage rocked hard against me, her fingers curling into my hair as she tried to get as close as possible.
That’s when footsteps crunched on the asphalt outside, and we both froze. Sage stared at me with wide eyes, her pussy pulsing around my dick. Pulse racing, but I couldn’t tell whether it was because of fucking her or the inevitability of getting caught.
It was probably both.
The footsteps stopped, and now indistinct voices floated over to us.
“They’re really close,” I whispered, my breath playing in her hair.
“And?” Her pussy clamped tightly around me once, twice, and a fresh squirt of arousal trickled out of her to coat my thighs.
I gazed up at Sage, her pupils blown black with how turned on she was, and an animalistic growl got caught in the back of my throat. I lifted my hips to thrust into her hard, pushing her down at the same time. She bit her lips together to keep from crying out, and I did it again.
Her arms fell around my neck, her body both limp and coiled tight with her looming climax as I continued to fuck her. Quietly.
She tightened around me again, and a drawn-out whine broke from her lips.
“Shhh.” I kissed her, and she nodded, her breath hot against my face. “That’s it. Nice and quiet while I make you come.”
Her frown deepened, concentration etched into her face.
Soon enough, she was as out of breath as I was, her nails sinking into my back as she begged me to keep going. Both of us glistened with sweat from the stifling heat inside the van, but all of it only added to the high of what we were doing.
The muscles in my lower back and thighs tensed up, my balls squeezing with the weight of my orgasm.
Shit. Too soon.
I drove into her harder. Faster. I dropped a hand between us to find her clit, and worked it feverishly as I thrust into her over and over.
Sage tried hard, but a soft whimper escaped.
The smallest fucking sound, and yet it sent the fire raging in my crotch into overdrive.
I increased the pressure on her clit, and it was just enough to bring her careening over the edge with me, her pussy clenching down hard and pulsing around me.
I buried my face in her neck to muffle the sound that tore from my chest as I came. It crashed through me with such force my cock jerked, my whole body taken over with a series of shudders as I emptied myself inside her.
She slumped against my chest, totally out of breath, and I felt like a million fucking dollars. No amount of game time compared to this. To Sage draped over me. Naked. I was ready to give up anything to keep having her this way.
By the time my cock had softened enough to slip out of her, our sweat had cooled and she shivered against me. I pulled my t-shirt over her back and wrapped my arms loosely around her as I kissed her temple.
Sage shifted against me, drawing my shirt tighter around her shoulders while the van creaked under the movement.
“I guess we need to get dressed now,” she muttered, pushing up onto her knees.
“I guess.”
Her hair had fallen loose around her face, tangled from what we’d just done in a space barely big enough for two people to breathe comfortably. She reached behind her, and came back upright brandishing her bright pink bra.
My hand caught her wrist as she slipped it on. “Wait.”
She paused, eyebrow lifting.
“Enjoying the view,” I said.
Sage rolled her eyes and twisted away from me, finishing the clasp before pulling her t-shirt on. The fabric stuck for a second where the heat of her skin met cotton that had spent the last few minutes shoved under my knee.
She yanked the shirt straight and looked around. “Where the fuck are my jeans?”
“Somewhere.” I snapped my shorts back up, and grinned when I caught the look of disappointment on her face.
It was just like her to pretend she didn’t care that my dick just got tucked away, and I let her have it. She knew that I knew, and that was enough for me.
“It’s too dark in h— Aha!” She tried to shove one leg into her jeans while still kneeling. The attempt lasted two seconds before she lost her balance, and grabbed onto me to keep from toppling over.
“A little help.”
“Now why would I do a thing like that?” I chuckled softly.
“Move your foot.”
“My foot’s not in the way.”
She pushed at my shin anyway until I moved it just enough for her to slide past. Denim scraped along the rubber floor while she dragged the jeans up her thighs. The tear at one knee snagged briefly against the edge of a speaker box, and a faint rip pierced the air.
“Great,” she muttered, inspecting the damage.
“They’re fine,” I said, trying to control the damage. “The more beat up, the better, right?”
“Next time,” she said, dragging the zipper up, “we pick a location that doesn’t ruin my outfit, and allows me to at least stand up straight.”
“Next time?”
Sage went still, one hand resting at the waistband of her jeans. And here was another thing she knew that I knew… She’d said too much.
Outside, voices drifted across the lot. Someone laughed near the garden gate, and the sound carried closer than I liked.
“Go out with me.”
She shook her head and laughed as though I’d suggested we run away together and join the circus. “Don’t be absurd.”
“What’s so absurd about wanting to take you on a date?”
She finally quit fidgeting with her clothes long enough to look at me. “Need I remind you we’ve tried this before?”
“We didn’t try anything,” I said, pulling on my t-shirt. The voices were getting closer, and I didn’t want to get caught half-naked back here. It also injected some urgency into this latest development. “We hooked up, then someone panicked and put an end to things before they’d even started.”
“For the record—” Sage pointed at me, managing to look intimidating despite the awkward space. “—I don’t panic. And second of all, what makes you think I want to date you?”
“You were the one who brought up a next time,” I said. “That implies future planning. Which, in turn, implies an extended spending of time. Together.”
“Ugh, can you never just let something be without making it something else?”
“Can you just let me take you out on a date?”
“Fine. Jesus. I’ll go on a stupid date with you.”
We stared at each other, vaguely aware that something had shifted between us. Sage had clearly surprised herself with that outburst. I was the only one to smile.