Brent
While holding her gaze, I make sure not to let the wet scrap of lace hit the dirt. Instead, I throw it into my footwell before adjusting my position on the edge of the seat, giving her the space to use me as she sees fit.
It’s not like me to hand over control like this, but it seemed like she needed something in the wake of that loss, and this is temporary—so very temporary. Both the control, and our evening together.
She comes closer, and I lean back, wondering just what she’s going to do now that the door coverage from the road is almost gone.
Anyone could come past and see us and, whilst they’d have seen open doors, with her on her knees, they’d have had to look a lot closer to really understand what was going on.
But with her up here, it’s going to be so obvious.
Part of me wants to move to the back, to get comfortable in the middle seat, and let her tits bounce in my face while I watch her come so beautifully. The keener, louder part of me, however, can’t wait to feel her hot slickness wrapped around me.
She leans over, edging ever closer as one hand rests on the steering wheel. The other presses against the back of the seat while her gaze falls to my mouth and her tongue darts out to wet her lips—no doubt a reminder of where they were just a few moments ago.
Plump. Swollen. Beautiful.
The second stretches on, indecision swirling through her eyes, green on the outside, brown in the middle.
It’s a combination I’ve never paid attention to until now.
Just when I think she’s going to break the tension, snap and sink her lips against mine, her head drops, and her nose runs a trail along my jawline as her panted breaths caress my skin.
Unexpectedly, her teeth dig into the flesh where my neck meets my shoulder.
Not a single other part of our bodies connecting as my dick gets inexplicably harder.
Her tongue soothes the burn, smoothing it better before she places one foot beside my left one in the gravel, the heat of her soft skin burning me from the inside out, as the other foot lands in the footwell, with her knee pressing against my thigh as it lands on the seat.
Then, that’s it.
Her scent wraps with mine within the confines of the car. Our arousal fills the space in a way no perfume has ever managed before. Still reeling from the way she’s done her best to own me, it takes me a moment to catch up, feeling her wetness near my tip.
After gripping her hip and guiding her into place, it doesn’t take me long to realise she feels even better than I thought she would as she slides slowly down my length, taking her time to adjust as she inches ever closer.
Once she’s fully seated, we both let out a groan of pleasure, that warning tingle in my balls already making itself known when her head drops back and her hair tickles my thighs.
She grinds, and I squeeze. Her tits. Her arse.
Her thighs. Anything and everything within reaching distance as she rocks and glides, moving faster, getting wetter, the sounds falling from her enough to turn on the nearest farmer two miles away.
Staving off my own impending release is getting harder and harder, the urge to take over insistent.
“Suck,” I demand, thrusting two fingers into her mouth.
The loss of her moans is nothing more than a secondary thought as her wicked tongue latches on to the digits, slicking them noisily before I rip them out and thrust them downwards, searching out her clit.
Her rhythmic movements stutter, and I grab onto her hip with my other hand, rubbing that fated bundle of nerves until she comes on a scream, the sound echoing in the nighttime silence, until it’s replaced by the ringing of her phone.
I guess she wasn’t kidding about her friends calling, but where the hell did that last hour go?
On shaky limbs, she attempts to get up, stumbling the two steps to her car whilst muttering something unintelligible. Her fingers wrap around the offending item just as I stand and reach for her hip.
“Keep your feet there and hold on to the edge of the seat,” I instruct.
The phone goes silent in her hand before striking up again instantly. “I need to get this.”
“Do what you’ve got to do, but I already warned you: I’m not stopping,” I reply, pulling her hips back.
She scrambles to keep the phone in her hands, and I can only picture the glower on her face as she swipes to answer the call.
“I swear to God, if she’s—Oh, hiii,” a voice calls down the line, speakerphone engaged as I line up against her slick heat, with her pussy still convulsing, doing its best to suck me back in.
“Oh, hey,” my chestnut-haired beauty replies awkwardly, doing her best to get her hands underneath her as I dive straight back in.
Our moans aren’t subtle or mistaken, if the yelp of surprise from the phone is anything to go by.
“So, uh, you’re okay, then?” someone asks from the other end.
“Yep,” my girl replies, bracing herself as I chase after the oblivion I’ve been teetering on.
“Kinda busy?”
“Yep,” she replies again, doing her best to hold herself up, clearly ready to end this phone call.
“So, you don’t need me to send in the cavalry?” her friend continues, amusement laced through her tone.
“Sorry, chick. Your friend’s currently stuffed full of cock and can’t continue this conversation. I’m sure she’ll catch up with you soon. Tomorrow. Or the next day, maybe,” I reply on her behalf. “Night.”
The sound of laughter echoes through the car once my girl ends the call, finally letting the rest of those moans rip from her chest as I grip her hip with one hand and shove the back of her shirt up to her shoulder blades with the other, her tits hanging and swaying with each brutal thrust.
“Get yourself off again,” I demand, not ready for it all to be over.
She moves sluggishly, shaking her head before saying, “I can’t.”
Bullshit.
Slowing my movements, I pull her hand to my mouth and glide my tongue on and around her first two fingers before dragging them down to her pussy.
“Feel how stretched you are, how good you take my cock. Does it feel good?” I ask. “Of course it does. Feel how wet you are for me.”