Chapter 36
“ T urn there,” Andrea says, pointing at a small road that branches out. We’ve dropped her mother’s friend off and are on our way back. “There’s something I want to show you.”
“Don’t you want to get back home?” I wonder.
“We will, but trust me, you’ll like it.”
Intrigued, I comply and get us onto that narrow, beat-up road among pine trees. Rain pours outside, so I go slow because of the low visibility. We reach a dirt clearing, and she tells me to park there. I do it and turn the ignition off. We’re in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dark forest and rain, with probably next to no cell connection.
“Is this how I find out you’re a serial killer?” I ask with feigned suspicion.
“Being a software engineer is a brilliant cover, isn’t it?” she answers, failing at sounding serious.
I look around again, wondering why she wanted to show me this. “Where are we, Andrea?”
“When I was in high school, this was the secret spot to throw outdoor parties. People would park here and then head to a clearing about a hundred yards in that direction. Kate dragged me to a few bonfires here, but I always felt a little… out of place.”
“So we’re here to party in the December rain?”
Ignoring me, she continues. “During those parties, couples would disappear into their car to have sex, and it always intrigued me. But I’ve never had a chance to try for myself.” She offers me a cheeky side look, and as if on command, my dick wakes up at what she’s suggesting.
I can barely hold back a cocky, content smirk when I ask. “What are you asking, exactly? ”
“Will you pretend to be an impulsive teenager in the back of your car with me, baby?”
“Aren’t we a little too old for that?”
“We can also be our impulsive selves.”
As if I needed any more convincing, she unbuckles herself to slip her hands under the skirt of her pretty blue dress, tugs her lacy underwear down, and brings it to my lips. I get a taste of my own medicine—and her —when the wet lace fills my mouth.
“Come on, Woody,” she says with a grin. “I promised you a long time ago we’d fuck in your car. Now’s the time.”
Entranced by her boldness, I watch as she twists around to climb over the console between the front seats to get to the back of the car. With her bare ass and pussy mere inches from me, I don’t fight the urge to sample her. With one hand, I unbuckle myself while the other gets rid of her panties in my mouth, and I swiftly twist to grab her hips. She’s halfway to the back, with only her lower half still on this side of the car.
She lets out a little gasp as I pull her dress up to reveal her to me. When I greedily bring my lips to the seam of her pussy, which is squeezed between her lush thighs, she lets out a shaky whimper. There’s not much I can do in this position, but the way she arches her back gives me better access to her. Her sweet taste spreads on my tongue as I lick up her wet cunt. She’s already drenched, which tells me she’s been thinking of this, of fucking in my car, since we left her parents’ house, imagining all the ways I could fuck her in it.
When I enter her with the pointed tip of my tongue and thrust in and out, she moans and does her best to spread her legs, still propped over the console. The rain taps on the roof of the car and the windshield, but all I can hear is her panting and soft whimpers, as well as the slick sound of my tongue on her. She pushes back onto me, greedy, so I bring my tongue lower and find her clit to lick her there instead.
“Hm, baby,” she moans. Her hand reaches back so her fingers can tangle in my hair and pull me in harder.
The steering wheel digs into my side, and the position I have to maintain is uncomfortable. But there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to extract more of those pleading moans out of her, so I persist. When her breath hitches and her hips begin uncontrollably rolling, I know she’s close. With this break she’s imposed on us, she’s even more sensitive and responsive. That’s why I have her on the verge of orgasming in three minutes despite the lack of access.
Before I can get her there, though, she wriggles her ass out of my hold and says, “Not like this. I want to come around your cock.” High on her taste, I watch as she finishes her journey to the back seat, her dress still up, her pussy exposed. She must ache as much as I do because she can’t stop her hand from reaching between her legs to give her clit a few strokes. “Come and fuck me, Alexander, or I’ll finish what you started myself.”
I don’t need to be told twice. But I can’t slither between the seats like she did, so I exit the car, slam the door shut, and get in through the back door. I’m wet with rain but she doesn’t care, pulling me in for a kiss as soon as I’m there. Fuck, I need to be inside her. My cock feels like it’ll explode if I’m not.
As desperate as I am, she moves over to my lap as I open my pants with shaky hands. The second I’m free—before I even have time to lower my pants more—she grabs my hard length and impales herself on it.
“Aah, fuck!” she moans, her tight and wet cunt spasming around me.
I can barely hold back a grunt at the pressure of her walls. “So fucking impatient.”
She doesn’t waste a second riding me, with her forearm pressed onto the felt roof of the car to take more, to swallow me to the hilt.
“Mmh… Can you feel how wet I am for you, baby?” she pants. I nod, barely containing myself. “You like it?”
“I love how your cunt is always dripping for me, Andrea. I swear, it’s like a wet, warm, and clenched fist. I thought I could fuck the tightness out of you, but your hungry pussy is always too eager to milk me, isn’t it?”
She spasms around me hard, and her small cry is like ambrosia. “Baby, I-I want you to fuck me like I’m a whore,” she begs, her rhythm intensifying.
“You want to get fucked like the depraved little slut that you are?”
“Yes! Sex has been amazing lately, but it’s tender and sweet. I want it dirty, and rough, and—Aah, yes!”
My hand harshly tugging at her hair makes her lose her words, her walls quivering around my length with enjoyment. “This is what you want?” I groan in her ear, tugging harder. “You want me to remind you that you’re a shameless whore for me?”
“Yes! Only for you!”
Clearly, I haven’t been the only one suffering from our forced abstinence—despite the quick relief we both had on Christmas morning. It’s rough and dirty, there’s more clothes than skin, but neither of us cares. It feels too fucking good, too fucking right.
But I can always have more of her, so while she rides me with wild intensity, I search for the zipper at the back of her dress—the one I helped her with when we were getting ready. The instant it’s down, she pushes the dress off her shoulders. She isn’t wearing a bra, but those pesky little silicone patches are back, stealing the sight of her nipples from my eyes.
I loosen the seam of one and rip it from her skin, revealing the perked-up tip that was hiding underneath. The pain of the adhesive makes her cry out as she clamps on my cock.
“Ouch, you ape,” she whimpers, looking down at me with a frown.
The slamming of her hips into mine has stopped, so I can bend over and kiss her nipple softly to make up for my savagery. “I’m sorry, freckles. Is it better now?” She shakes her head, so I return my lips to the pebbled tip and give it a more thorough apology, licking and nibbling. “And now?”
She nods with contentment, so I move on to the other nipple patch. I’m about to remove it slowly this time when she says, “Do it the same way.”
I gaze at her questioningly, and she bites her lower lip. “It felt… kind of good,” she sheepishly confesses.
Grinning, I rip off the patch as suddenly as I did the first one. This time, her cry is laced with pleasure, and her pussy spasms harder around me. “You really are my greedy little whore,” I appreciatively say, grabbing her hips under her dress to make her resume the bouncing on and off my aching cock.
The intense fucking resumes, and she’s so fucking wet that I can feel her juices drip down my length and onto my balls. I see why she wanted this. I’ve been enjoying the sex as well, but this… the rough, harsh, and tenderless fucking is a lot of fun, too.
Because of her almost brutal pace, kissing isn’t easy. At some point, she sucks on my tongue as she would my cock, and this brand-new sensation has my balls dangerously tightening. I almost fill her up with my cum right there, overwhelmed by her brazenness.
My perfect fucking woman…
Thankfully, she’s close, too. Really close. “You’re about to come, aren’t you?” I ask with a throaty groan.
She fists my shirt as she leans back, nodding. My hands are at her hips, helping her with the demanding momentum, pulling her down even harder on me every time she comes down. Her small, perky tits bounce with her motions, hypnotizing me. God, I love her so fucking much. Every one of her facets, from the touchingly insecure one to this mighty goddess who takes everything she wants and leaves no prisoners.
“You’re eager to have my cum fill your needy cunt, aren’t you?” I rasp, needing to bring her even closer to the edge.
“Fuck! Yes, please.”
“Such a good little cum slut. Always so fucking hungry for it… ”
Perspiration makes her skin shine in the overhead lights, and I’m convinced there’s never been a woman more beautiful than her. Not even close.
“Don’t come!” she commands.
“What?!”
“Don’t come!”
“Andrea, I can’t just—”
“Aah! Fuck, yes! I’m coming!” Her hold on my shirt tightens, and her nose pinches while her walls flutter around me. I admire her slip into bliss, teeth clenched as I try not to follow her. It’s harder than it’s ever been, especially with how hard she orgasms. Her pussy offers no mercy, and it takes all the will I hold within me not to nut inside her.
She’s so lost in it, arched away from me as she trembles and writhes that I don’t think she even notices the button on my shirt that pops. We’ll have to be discreet upon returning to her parents’, or everyone will guess what we did on our way back. They’d like me a lot less if they knew how their daughter turns into such an improper little slut for me.
Finally, her pleasure recedes, and her moans turn into breathless pants.
“You did so good, baby,” she whispers, dropping light kisses on my forehead and cheeks. The praise doesn’t help, making my painful and stiff cock twitch, begging for relief.
“What the fuck was that about?”
“We can’t have cum dripping everywhere. You’ll finish in my mouth.”
“Seriously? I don’t give a shit about a few stains, Andrea. Especially since they’d remind me of this moment every time I see them.”
“Well, that’s both romantic and naughty. This fine leather, though…”
“Again, that doesn’t matter. But if you insist…”
I lift her off me, my drenched dick slipping out of her, and flip her around. Still, in the afterglow of her climax, she’s lax as I maneuver her onto the console between the front seats so her torso leans onto it while her ass sticks out back here with me.
“Lex, what are you doing?” she wonders, twisting around.
“I’m not done with you yet, Andrea.”
I arrange her knees on the backseat between mine, and then I lean into her, holding the front seats’ backrests for balance. This car is too fucking small for all the things I want to do to her, but I’ll make it work, somehow. I’ll switch to an SUV, though, so we have more room to move around the next time we do this.
Once my tip is aligned with her slit, I slam into her to the hilt, ripping a throaty moan out of her. Tucked as she is between the seats, she can’t do anything but take it. And I give it to her exactly like she asked. I fuck her like there isn’t an ounce of love between us, like I wouldn’t die for her, like she isn’t the most precious thing in my life… And she fucking loves it. She’s so drenched that I feel it between us, sticking to my thighs as it drips down hers.
When I look down to admire the mess she’s making, the puckered-up hole above where my cock hammers into her calls to me. A proper whore would love it if I played with it, wouldn’t she? I know my Andrea would.
I bring my thumb between us, drag it in her wetness, and lift it to her asshole. She doesn’t protest when I push against it. On the contrary, she begs, “God, yes!”
So I sink it in there, all the way to the last knuckle, marveling at how tight it is. I follow the pace of my hips, extracting helpless cries and whimpers.
“Look at you,” I grunt, never halting my brutal thrusting. “So desperate for my cock that you can’t last five days without begging for it. Everyone thinks you’re such a good fucking girl, but you and I, we know the truth, right?” She whimpers my name, her hands clutching the seats. “Behind your strong facade, your temper, your independence… You’re just a brat who needs to be reminded that, deep down, you’d do anything to get your greedy cunt stuffed full of cock and cum.”
Her orgasm takes us both by surprise, her scream filling the car, her pulsing cunt compelling me to follow her. There’s no way I’m holding back this time.
“Don’t come inside my pussy,” she orders, still thinking of the fucking leather in this moment of blissful abandon.
Although I genuinely couldn’t care less, I’m not going against her will. But there’s no way her mouth can get here before cum shoots out of me. I’ve passed the point of no return, and this is happening. Right. Fucking. Now.
Without overthinking it, I pull out of her, remove my thumb from her ass, and bring my shiny tip to the loosened hole instead. I push against it just enough to breach the tight ring. She moans my name, throwing her hips back enough to make the round head disappear in there. Her eagerness and the insane pressure trigger my release, a searing rope of cum spurting right into her ass. I groan and whimper as I empty inside her, eyes fixed on where we’re joined. She’s only taking my tip, but it’s enough to be one of the hottest sights I’ve ever witnessed.
She lies there unmoving, waiting for my climax to end. It feels so fucking good that a white veil flashes before my eyes for a second. Jesus fuck, I wouldn’t be surprised if she made me pass out from coming too hard one day .
When the last of my cum has spurted, I fist myself at the base, squeeze, and bring my hand up to make sure it’s all in her. My voice is hoarse and uneven as I say, “I’m going to pull out. If you don’t want it to drip everywhere, keep it tight, Andrea.”
The muscle contracts around me as she nods. This was only a taste of what’s to come, and I cannot wait for the day I’ll be fucking her in there for real. Slowly, I pull out and watch as a thick white drop spills out to roll down to her pink and overworked pussy.
Fuck, I could probably go again if she gave me five minutes to recuperate. But her family might start to worry, so I decide to be reasonable and pull my pants up, shoving my softening dick back into my underwear. I then help Andrea with her dress, zipping it back up, and pull her into my arms for a moment, half lying on the back seat with her on my chest.
“Did I hurt you?” I whisper into her ear, grazing its shell with my lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go that deep.”
“There was a stretch but… no. It was very different.”
“Different good?”
“Different great. I think I’ll like it even more when you go deeper.”
Again, my cock reacts to her insatiable greed. “Good. And did I do the rest right?”
“What rest?”
“Fuck you like a whore.”
Her giggle sounds exhausted. “You were fantastic, baby.”
For a few seconds, there’s only the sound of the rain. Then I feel compelled to say, “I only said those things because you wanted to hear them. You know I don’t mean them, right?”
She twists her neck to meet my eyes with a frown. “Of course I know.”
“Good. I don’t think you’re a whore. Or a slut. You’re beautiful, strong, clever, funny… And you happen to love fucking me, which is a blessing. I’d never think of you in such a degrading way.”
“And I wouldn’t enjoy it if you did, baby. But I think I like the fantasy of it if that makes sense.”
“It does. I think I like it, too. The fantasy that you’d only do all these things for me.”
“Oh, that’s not a fantasy. That’s real. There isn’t another man I’d ever let come in my ass like this. Which reminds me we need to get back. I need a long shower.”
“Can I join?”
“Only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself.”
“Can’t fucking wait to get back home,” I mumble, pushing myself and her up .
Getting to fuck her again whenever and wherever I want definitely is my one reason to return to Seattle. I’ll miss the Walkers once we leave, but knowing I’ll get to see them again soon helps.
After a few days with them, they already feel like family. I cannot wait to see how this will feel in a few years. In a few Christmases. And in a few children.
“ N ext time you make a decision like that without consulting me first, Alexander, I’ll have your balls,” I say as we walk to his car while my family watches us, standing by the door.
“It was only two more days with them. Stop being so dramatic,” he answers with a chuckle.
“Two extra days of blue ovaries is too much!”
“Then you shouldn’t have left me alone with your abuela. You had to know she’d trick me into agreeing to stay a little longer.”
Not only are we leaving two days after what we intended, but it’s also late in the day. It’s like they all did their best to keep us a little longer. MC asked for his help to install Words With Friends on her tablet so they could play together now and then. Mom started her cookies way too late. And Dad wanted one last game of chess with him.
It seems he knew Lex was letting him win because he asked him to stop holding back. My dad was in checkmate before he ever saw it coming, but he didn’t take it poorly. On the contrary, he’s now looking forward to playing more games with Lex to get better and learn from him. That’s why Lex also has an online chess game on his phone now.
Even from Seattle, I’ll have to share my man with them. I’m a little jealous, but mostly, I’m delighted. This little trip went even better than I expected, and I couldn’t have asked for a better outcome.
To my surprise, Lex hands me the key and heads to the passenger’s side. “You want me to drive?” I ask, perplexed.
“Yes, so you can see what a real car feels like.”
“My car is real. And this one’s way too fancy for me.”
“Well, get used to it. I’ve ordered a new one, so this one will be yours soon.”
“Wait, what?”
“I got myself an electric SUV.”
I turn around and glimpse at my family, still standing there. Because I don’t want to cause a scene, I get in the Mercedes. “Which brand?” I ask.
“Audi.”
I sigh, reassured. I might have never had sex with him again if he’d gotten a Swasticar.
Given our size difference, it takes a lot of adjustments for the seat, mirrors, and wheel to be in the right position. Once I’m done, Lex types something on the electronic board between us. “What are you doing?”
“Saving the parameters under your name. Now, all you have to do is hit that button to switch to your configuration.”
Okay, that’s wicked cool.
Opening my window, I give my family one last goodbye wave, promising I’ll send a text as soon as I’m home. Carefully, I back up the driveway, which is ridiculously easy with the screen that displays what’s behind us. After one last little goodbye honk, I get us off to Seattle.
Lex sets up the GPS, and I decide, “Okay, it says three hours and fifteen minutes. In three hours and twenty minutes, whether we’re there or not, your dick’s inside me. So, pray there’s no traffic or we’ll get in trouble for indecent exposure.”
“I’ll end up in jail because of you one of these days, won’t I?”
“Maybe they’ll let us share a cell. If you go down, I’ll go down with you, baby,” I answer with a wink.
I’m surprised when he turns the music on all by himself, but I guess it’s because he wants me to have the best possible experience driving his car. I don’t need music, though. Within the first thirty minutes, I know I can’t go back to my old Ford after this.
How can I use that butt-smelling old pile of rust when I can drive a state-of-the-art car so generously offered to me by Lex?
That man is too clever for his own good—and mine.