Chapter 21 Gabe
GABE
She's still quivering in my lap, hot and slick and clenching around me, when that greedy whisper leaves her mouth.
I want more. I hear it and everything inside me tightens again.
The front seat lacks room, and she deserves more than cramped strokes against the steering wheel.
I grip her hips and lift, easing my cock from her body.
The separation drags a tight whimper from her throat.
I watch my release running down her thighs for one beat, mesmerized, then slap her ass just to hear the soft gasp that follows.
"Backseat," I order. My voice is rough, still thick from the orgasm.
"Hands on the headrest. Move." She nods, eyes glazed, hair sticking to her damp neck.
I keep my palm on her ass and guide her off my lap.
She stumbles on shaky legs, grabbing the center console to steady herself.
The car is a humid box of sex now, windows fogged, air heavy.
I shove my jeans lower, kick off my boots to the floorboard, and follow her into the back.
The SUV's rear bench gives us more space.
I hook two fingers in the waistband of her bunched dress and tug it up over her hips.
She plants one knee on the seat, then the other, facing the rear window.
The position makes her ass jut out perfectly, her palms braced on the headrest of the front passenger seat.
Her panties are somewhere in the footwell near the pedals.
I grab them on the way, bunching the soaked fabric in my fist before tossing them aside. They hit the dash with a wet slap.
I rise behind her, chest brushing her back.
"Spread wider." She obeys, knees inching out along the leather.
I trail my fingers through the slick mess between her thighs.
My cum coats her folds. She shivers when I swirl it around her clit.
"Look at that," I murmur, voice close to her ear.
"Dripping for me." I slide two fingers inside, slow, curling them upward.
She moans soft, the sound muffled against the seat.
I pump twice, feeling how loose and warm she still is.
My cock twitches, already thickening again.
Apparently the first round just primed me.
I pull my fingers out and shove them into her mouth.
She takes them without hesitation, eyes fluttering shut as she sucks.
Her tongue is hot and greedy, lapping up the combined taste of us.
"Good girl," I praise. I remove my fingers and smear the wetness over her ass. "Hands stay planted. Don't run."
"I won't," she whispers, voice shaky but sure.
I kneel on the floorboard behind her, knees pressing into the carpet.
The position lets me get leverage and keeps her ass level with my stomach.
I grip my cock, rub the head over her swollen entrance, purring when she shudders.
Then I push in. No teasing this time. I thrust deep in one steady move.
She cries out, a sharp "Ahh!" that claws at my spine.
Her back arches. She tries to push away from the force of it, but my hand is already on her hip, hauling her back.
"Take it," I growl. "Take every inch." Her muscles flex around me, gripping tight like a fist.
I set a hard rhythm. The angle lets me drive deep, each thrust bottoming out, hips smacking her ass.
Wetness splashes against my thighs. My breathing turns rough, each exhale a grunt.
She starts to pant, head hanging between her shoulders.
I grab her braid, wrap it around my fist, and yank her head up.
"Stay right there. Feel me." She moans in response, eyes rolling to the side. I watch her expression through the windshield reflection, the dazed look that screams how far gone she is.
The car rocks on its shocks. The dome light flickers once when my shoulder hits it. She whispers my name over and over, a torn mantra. "Gabe… Gabe…" Every repetition feeds me.
I glance around the tight space and decide this still isn't enough. I want her pinned, folded into the car like she's custom fit for me. I pull out and she whines, clenching at air. "On your stomach," I instruct. "Across the seat. Arms stretched out."
She scrambles to comply, sprawling along the bench, cheek pressed to the leather.
Her ass is still lifted. I hook her right leg and draw it up, placing her foot on the rear window ledge.
The position opens her wide, tilting her hips so I can hit her deep.
She gasps, fingers clawing at the door handle for leverage.
The sight of her stretched across the seat, dress bunched around her waist, one leg up, one knee digging into the cushion, sends a vicious thrill through me.
I line up and slam back inside. "Ooh!" she wails, voice muffled by the seat.
The new angle drags along her inner walls in a brutal glide.
I grab her waist with one hand, press the other between her shoulders to hold her down.
My thrusts go straight up, hitting that spot that makes her clench hard.
The car echoes with her moans. "Fuck, yes. Right there!"
"Feel me owning this pussy?" I rasp. I punctuate the question with a sharp snap of my hips. She nods frantically, voice broken.
"Yes, yes, Gabe, please don't stop."
"I won't." I lean over her, chest covering her back, and bite her shoulder.
Sweat drips from my temples onto her spine.
I drive into her faster, relentless. My grip on her waist turns bruising.
She meets each thrust as best she can from this pinned position, lifting her hips.
The seatbelt buckle digs into her ribs. She doesn't complain.
She just sobs my name and takes it like the sweetest little glutton.
Her pussy spasms around me, the tight pulses telegraphing another orgasm building.
I slide my palm under her body and find her clit.
The pad of my thumb circles the swollen nub.
She screams, "Oh, God!" and shudders so hard the whole car creaks.
Her orgasm hits in waves. She clenches, releases, clenches again.
I keep fucking through it, thumb pressing, hips pistoning.
Her juices drip down my balls, soaking the carpet.
The sound of my thighs slamming her ass is filthy, wet, perfect.
She tries to wiggle away when the pleasure gets too sharp, but I pin her harder. "Stay still." My voice is iron. She sobs but obeys, fingers gripping the headrest in front of her. "I'm not done using you."
"Please," she whimpers, not sure whether she's begging for mercy or more. Probably both.
I lift her torso by the waist and drag her backward, guiding her until her back meets my chest again.
I sit on the rear bench, spread my legs, and pull her onto me, keeping her facing away.
Reverse cowgirl. I slide my cock back inside, sighing at the wet heat.
She leans back against me, head on my shoulder, arms stretched behind her to cling to my neck.
I hold her thighs, lifting her and dropping her down.
This position gives her control over depth, but I'm the one powering the movement.
Her breasts bounce, nipples peeking past the neckline of her bunched dress.
I slide one hand up to pinch a nipple, tugging it until she squeals.
My other hand presses on her lower stomach, feeling myself inside her, hard and thick.
I whisper against her ear, "This how you wanted it? Stuffed full while you grind on me?" She nods frantically.
"Yes," she pants. "I love feeling you everywhere." Her words slur, heavy with bliss.
I bounce her faster, making the seat springs groan.
Her head drops back, exposing her throat.
I lick the sweat there, tasting salt and perfume.
Her body keeps tightening, muscles trembling from overstimulation, but she refuses to quit.
That stubborn streak is one of the reasons I fell so hard.
She'll chase pleasure until her legs give out, and even, then she'll try for more.
The windows drip condensation down the glass.
Anyone walking by would see nothing but a fogged vehicle rocking on its axles.
Knowing that risk sits near us adds an extra spark.
I wrap an arm around her torso and hold her tightly as I thrust up.
The force pushes her higher, her toes barely scraping the seat.
She yelps, clutches my forearms, and lets me drive the pace.
"Touch yourself," I order. "Rub your clit while I pound you."
She slides a shaking hand between her thighs, fingers finding that swollen bundle of nerves. The instant she starts circling, her body tightens around me like a vise. "Oh, oh," she cries, watching her hand move. "I'm gonna come again."
"Give it to me." I grind up. My cock throbs, pressure coiling low in my gut. "Milk me until I can't breathe." I slam her down hard. She screams my name, vision probably going spotty if the way she tenses is any sign.
Her climax detonates. She convulses, hand trapped between our bodies, rubbing frantically while she shrieks.
"Ahh! Gabe!" Her pussy clamps in rapid pulses.
I grit my teeth and keep thrusting, letting the relentless friction drag me to the edge with her.
Her nails dig crescents into my forearms. She moans a steady stream of curses and pleas. The sound goes straight to my spine.