Chapter 20 Lena
LENA
I stare at him for one long breath, my body already shaking from how close we are. His jeans are open. His cock is thick and hard in his hand, and he strokes the base once like he is showing me what has been waiting for me all night. My pulse kicks hard. Heat rolls through me so fast I feel dizzy.
"Come here," he says again, lower than before.
I shift forward and straddle him properly, knees on either side of his hips, the console pressed into my thigh.
His hands grip my waist and pull me down onto him, sliding me right over his length.
My panties drag across the head of his cock, and the friction shoots straight through me.
My mouth falls open. He groans into my neck.
"Yeah," he whispers. "Ride it."
I rock once, slow. His cock pushes against the wet fabric, firm and demanding. My body gives a sharp tremble, and I hold on to his shoulders so I don't fall forward. He kisses the side of my throat and drags his teeth over my skin, not enough to hurt but enough to take the air out of my chest.
"You feel good like this," he says. "You always did."
I push down harder and slide forward again. My clit presses right against the thick ridge of him, and my breath catches hard. His hands tighten and pull my hips through another grind, guiding the pace, guiding every movement.
"Oh God," I breathe out.
"That's it," he mutters. "Use me. I want to feel you all over me."
I move again, a slow roll of my hips that makes him groan under me. His hands leave my waist and slide under my dress, up the back of my thighs, gripping the soft skin there. He squeezes once, rough and greedy.
"Take the panties off," he says.
I don't argue. I push them down my legs and let them fall somewhere near the pedals. The second the fabric is gone, he pulls me down again, cock trapped between us, slick now with how wet I am.
"Fuck," he breathes. "You're soaked."
The sound that leaves my throat is not a word.
I grind down again, slow at first, then harder when the pressure hits just right.
His cock slides against my slit with each roll of my hips, and the wet noise fills the car.
My legs shake. My hands slip from his shoulders to his jaw, holding him in place as I kiss him, deep and hungry.
He takes over immediately. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming every inch. His kiss is hard and messy, like he can't get enough. His grip on my thighs gets stronger, pushing me down again and again.
"You like grinding on my cock?" he asks against my mouth.
"Yes," I breathe.
"You want to take it?"
"Yes."
He pulls back just enough to look at me. His eyes are dark, focused on my face like nothing else exists. "Not yet."
A frustrated sound escapes me. He lifts my hips and moves me forward until my clit slides right over the head of his cock. The contact sends a sharp jolt through my whole body.
"Ride it slow," he says.
I do. I move my hips in small circles, letting him hit the same spot each time. My clit throbs so hard I feel light-headed. He watches every movement, jaw set, breath uneven. His hands grip my hips and guide me when my rhythm slips.
"That's it," he whispers. "Show me how much you want it."
I rock forward again, then back, dragging the length of him through my slick folds. My thighs squeeze around him. My chest presses into his. I kiss him again, harder, because not kissing him feels impossible.
His hand leaves my hip and moves up under my dress, sliding higher until he reaches my breast. He pulls the strap down and cups me, thumb brushing over my nipple. My body jerks. The pleasure shoots straight down.
"Gabe," I whisper, voice breaking.
He groans. "I know."
He squeezes my breast harder, thumb circling slow and deliberate, and the sensation mixes with the pressure between my legs until everything inside me pulls tight. I grind faster. He meets every roll of my hips with a deep thrust upward that hits my clit in a way that makes my toes curl.
"Fuck," I choke, holding onto his neck. "I'm close."
He drags his mouth along my jaw. "Then come on me."
I move faster. His cock slides over my pussy, hitting the same spot again and again. My breath comes in sharp bursts and my thighs shake harder. He pulls me down, grinding my clit against him until everything snaps.
I come with a hard gasp and bury my face in his shoulder. My body shakes and clamps around nothing, desperate for more. He holds me through it, one arm around my back, the other gripping my ass, keeping me moving even as the waves roll through me.
"That's it," he whispers into my hair. "Shake for me."
I do. I shake until the pleasure softens into something warm and heavy. I sag against him, chest pressed to his. He strokes my back once, slow and steady, grounding me.
But I'm not done. My body still feels hot. Hungry. His cock is still hard between us, still slick from me, still pushing against my sore, sensitive clit.
"I want more," I whisper without thinking.
He lifts my face and kisses me again, slower this time but deep enough to pull another shiver out of me.
"You're getting more," he says. "All of it."
doesn't give me time to recover. His palms cup my ass and lift me just enough that the head of his cock slides down, nudging at my slick entrance.
The thick glide makes my whole body tense again.
The parking lot is quiet outside the fogging windows, but inside this SUV everything feels tight and crowded and hot enough to blister.
A low "mmm" catches in my throat when he rubs me along the length of him, teasing, slow.
I can feel every ridge, every steady throb, like he's trying to carve his shape into me before he even pushes in.
"You ready, baby?" he murmurs. His voice curls around my spine, smooth and deep, loaded with that command he can't shake even when he's half naked in a car.
"Yes. Please." The words tumble out too fast, breathless. My hands grab at his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles there, needing something solid.
He drags the wet tip over my clit one more time just to watch me shudder, then he lines himself up.
I hold my breath as he lowers me slowly.
The blunt pressure stretches me, fills me.
Every inch slides in like molten steel, thick and deliberate.
My eyes fall shut and a tight "oh" spills from my lips.
He groans too, rough and quiet, forehead pressing into the hollow beneath my jaw.
The air smells like sweat and leather and my perfume, all mixed into something heady.
I sink until my thighs rest against his hips, until he's buried inside me, and the fullness steals whatever words I thought I had left.
He grips my hips, thumbs biting in. "Look at me.
" It's an order more than a request, familiar, threaded with the seriousness he uses during briefings.
I blink my eyes open and meet his gaze. Dark.
Focused. He likes watching the exact moment I give in.
Knowing that makes me wetter, somehow, because he sees me coming apart and he doesn't look away. He never has.
"How do you feel?" His voice is gravel.
"Like you're splitting me open," I whisper. It isn't enough. I roll my hips forward just a little and the motion drags him against the tender spot inside me. "Oh, God." My nails bite into his shoulders.
"That's my girl," he mutters, satisfaction curling the words. He braces his back against the driver seat, plants his boots on the floor for leverage. "Ride me just like that."
I start slow. Too slow. I lift just enough that the head of his cock slides down my slick walls, then drop back down, taking him all the way.
The car rocks. The noise that leaves me is sharp and needy, more of a sob than a moan.
He meets each rise with a push upward, giving me more of what I crave.
The leather squeaks under me. His breath punches out in short huffs, keeping pace with my motions.
"Fuck, Gabe," I gasp. "You feel so—" The word dies when he bucks up hard enough to jolt my teeth. Pleasure shoots through me like a live wire. "Ahh!"
His hands move from my hips to my ass, spreading me, the grip rough.
He watches where we join, a hungry sound rumbling from his chest. "You're taking me so deep," he praises, voice slipping into that low rumble reserved for whispered orders.
"Keep that pace." His thumbs press into the divots above my thighs, guiding every motion, keeping me grounded when the pleasure threatens to toss me from my own body.
I grind forward, circling his cock with slow, deliberate rolls that make my core clench.
Every downward push has my thighs shaking.
The console digs into my knee, car horn thankfully quiet.
The world outside could be on fire and I wouldn't notice.
All I know is how thick he feels inside me, how my clit rubs against his pelvis with each grind, how his body stays so steady beneath mine.
I kiss him again, because I can't not. His tongue slides into my mouth, hot and insistent, swallowing each whimper.
I suck his bottom lip and he growls, deep and violent, like it drags something primal out of him.
He taps my thigh once. "Want it harder?"
"Yes. God, yes."
He plants his feet, braces his hands around my waist, and suddenly he's thrusting up into me, hard and brutal.
The seatbelt buckle clinks next to my knee as the whole vehicle rocks.
I cling to him, nails raking down his shoulders, forehead pressed to his.
Every slam of his hips drives a sobbed "mmm" out of me.
His cock pounds that spot inside me over and over until my vision fuzzes.
The wet slap of our bodies fills the car, shameless, loud.
"Ahh! Gabe!" I cry out, voice echoing off the interior.