Chapter 8 #3
I shoved the chaotic thoughts down and kissed him harder, letting base need take over. Letting myself drown in the heat of his mouth and the weight of his body and the way his hands mapped my ribs like he was trying to memorize every curve.
He broke the kiss, breathing hard, and his eyes were wild. Completely focused on me in a way that made my stomach flip.
“Take them off.”
His fingers hooked into my waistband, yanking, and I scrambled to help. The space was too cramped. My boots hit the door. My elbow smacked the seat. But I got my pants down to mid-thigh, and that was apparently good enough because Jude grabbed my shoulder and shoved me forward.
“Over the console. Now.”
I twisted in the confined space, bracing my hands on the center console, my chest pressed against the hard plastic.
One knee dug into the seat, the other foot barely finding purchase on the floor.
My ass was up, exposed, and I couldn’t see him anymore.
Could only hear the rasp of his breathing behind me.
“This is payback.”
His voice was choked and cruel, and it did things to my cock. It throbbed between my legs, trapped against the console, and the fact that I couldn’t move only made me harder.
There was no escape from this.
Good.
“Wait.”
I twisted, reaching for the glove box. My fingers fumbled with the latch before it popped open, spilling receipts and expired registration onto the floor. The small travel-sized packet of lube was buried underneath, and I grabbed it, holding it up over my shoulder.
Jude went very still behind me. Then he laughed, and the sound was sharp.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Heat crawled up my neck. I kept my eyes forward, refusing to look at him.
“So you get to fuck me dry and rough with nothing but your spit, but you won’t take it yourself?” His hand gripped my hip, fingers digging in hard. “That’s how this works?”
Heat flooded my face. Shame twisted in my gut alongside the arousal still throbbing between my legs.
“That’s different.”
“How?”
I didn’t have an answer. I couldn’t explain that I’d been so desperate for him that night that nothing else mattered.
That I hadn’t been thinking, that all I’d wanted was to claim him, mark him, and make him mine.
And it wasn’t like he’d tried to stop me.
He’d struggled, but that was all part of the game.
If he’d really wanted me to stop, he would have made me stop.
The packet tore. Cold slick dripped onto my ass, and Jude’s fingers followed, rubbing the lube across my entrance. Then he was there, thick head pressing against my hole, and I barely had time to suck in a breath before he slammed in.
Jude seated himself with one brutal thrust that punched the air from my lungs.
Pain and pleasure mixed together until I couldn’t tell them apart.
My vision whited out. My fingers scrabbled against the console, looking for something to hold on to, but there was nothing.
Just the overwhelming fullness of him buried inside me, his cock thick and long enough that I felt it everywhere, stretching me open without mercy, taking everything he wanted without asking.
The burn was immediate, intense, and perfect in the worst way.
He was bigger than I’d expected, and the angle made it worse, made him feel impossibly deep and me impossibly unready to handle him.
“Fuck.” The word ripped out of me, broken and desperate.
He didn’t stop. He didn’t give me time to adjust. Just started moving, pulling back and driving in again, setting a rhythm that was all punishment and possession.
“Fucking take it.”
His tone was vicious. Each thrust drove me harder against the console, the plastic edge digging into my ribs, and I couldn’t do anything but take it.
Take every brutal inch of him while my cock leaked and throbbed untouched, while my fingers scrabbled for purchase on smooth plastic, while the pain and pleasure blurred into something unbearable.
“Please.” The word fell out of me, cracked and raw. “Please, fuck, Jude—”
“Please what?”
He slammed in again, hitting that place inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. I choked on air, trying to form words, trying to think past the overwhelming sensation of him filling me so completely that it stole my breath.
“More. Please, more, I need—”
“This is how it should be.” His fingers dug into my hips, holding me still while he fucked me without mercy. “You spread out and begging for my cock. Not the other way around.”
Lying fucking bastard. He’d begged for it just as badly last night. But I couldn’t call him on it because I was too busy falling apart, my entire body wound so tight I thought I might shatter.
The angle was wrong. My knee kept slipping off the seat.
My shoulder pressed painfully against the console.
Everything about this position was awkward and cramped and uncomfortable, but I didn’t care.
Couldn’t care. Because Jude was buried inside me, taking me apart with every thrust, and this was everything I’d wanted since the first time I’d seen him walking through the fog on my phone screen.
“Harder.” I was begging now, completely shameless n my need. “Please. Fuck. Harder. I can take it.”
He growled something I couldn’t hear and drove in so hard my vision blacked out for a second. The console creaked under my weight. My cock throbbed desperately, dripping against the plastic, and yet I still needed more. Needed him to wreck me completely.
Before I could process what was happening, he shifted, pulling out just long enough to move. Then he grabbed my hips and yanked my body with him until he was leaning back across the seat, and I was straddling him. Reversed. My back to his chest, his hands gripping my waist.
“Ride me, bitch,” he said. His voice was rough enough to cut glass.
Well, fuck.
The new angle made everything different. The ceiling was too low. I had to brace one hand against it, the other grabbing the headrest of the front seat for leverage. The position was awkward and cramped, but when I lifted myself up and sank back down on his cock, the sensation made my vision blur.
Jude grunted, and it was a primal, beautiful sound.
I set my own rhythm. Faster than he had been, chasing the release he’d been denying me. My thighs burned from the effort and the strange angle in the confined space, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Not when it felt this good.
When his hand came up to fist in my hair and pull, I gasped and moaned like a whore.
“Like that, huh?”
“Fuck yes.” The words ripped out of me between grinds. “Feels so good.”
Jude pulled harder on my hair, yanking me back until my spine arched and my back pressed flush against his chest. The angle shifted everything, and I had to drop one leg down into the footwell, opening myself up to take everything he could give me.
I couldn’t lift myself anymore. The position wouldn’t allow it. Instead, I ground down, rolling my hips in desperate circles, fucking myself on him in shallow, frantic movements. My hand slipped from the headrest, and I grabbed his thigh instead, nails digging in through the tactical pants.
“That’s it. Grind down on my cock like you fucking need it.”
His voice was pure gravel, all control stripped away. I groaned, doing exactly what he wanted because I did need it too. I needed him buried so deep inside me I would feel it tomorrow.
“You wanted this. Wanted me to fuck you, make you mine.” His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling until my scalp burned. “Say it.”
“Yes.” The word broke on a gasp. “Fuck yes, I wanted this.”
“Who’s making you feel this good?”
“You. God, Jude, you.”
“That’s right.” He thrust up sharply, meeting my desperate grinding, and I cried out. “My cock in your ass. My hand in your hair. Mine.”
The possessiveness in his voice went straight to my dick. I was leaking steadily now, untouched and ready to blow just from the way he filled me.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Want to feel you come on my cock.”
I wrapped my hand around my cock, and the first stroke nearly sent me over the edge. The car rocked beneath us, suspension creaking with every movement, and the windows had fogged completely. Anyone walking past would know exactly what was happening inside.
I didn’t care.
I tried to find a rhythm. Stroke my cock while grinding down on Jude’s, but the balance was impossible. My hand on the ceiling slipped. My knee dug painfully into the seat. Every time I moved, the angle shifted, and I lost my grip on both myself and reality.
“Can’t even jerk yourself off properly while you’re riding me.” Jude’s voice was pure filth in my ear, degrading and cruel. “Pathetic.”
“Shut up.” The words came out strangled, broken by another desperate grind.
“Make me.”
He thrust up hard, and my hand tightened around my cock automatically. The dual sensations made my vision blur. I was so close already, wound so tight that every touch felt like lightning.
His teeth found my throat, biting down at the junction between neck and shoulder, and I cried out. The pain mixed with pleasure, sending shockwaves through my entire system.
“Mine.” He bit down harder, leaving another mark. “Say it.”
“Yours.”
The word was a confession I didn’t mean to make, but it spilled out anyway. True at this moment even if it wouldn’t be tomorrow. Even if this was just another fuck in a dark place that didn’t mean anything beyond two bodies chasing release.
The car rocked harder as my movements got sloppier, uncoordinated and chaotic as I built toward something explosive.
“I’m close.” The words barely made it out. “Fuck, Jude, I’m so close.”
“Hold it.”
My hand stilled automatically even as my body screamed in protest.
“You don’t come until I say.”
“Please.”
“Not yet.”