Ofelia
I ’d never found myself in this position before. Not with a boy–who I knew was completely bad for me–beneath me inside an expensive classic car, his body pressed against mine like he would explode if I didn’t move soon. He was at my mercy somehow, but strangely enough he didn’t realize that I was at his too.
Following his orders, I reached for the button of his dark jeans, my fingers trembling as I flicked them open. It wasn’t fear that pushed me forward. It was excitement, and maybe a little bit of nerves as well.
I knew I’d been the one to climb over the console to hop onto his lap, but I hadn’t expected things to go this far. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t wanted them to, though.
Fabián lifted his hips, helping me slide his jeans down past his thighs. The tight confinement of the car only allowed for a little room and that miniscule space kept us pressed close to one another. I lifted onto my knees, staring down at the tight black boxers that hugged the curve of his hard cock.
The only sound as I reached for the elastic at his waist was our mingled breathing. I slipped my hand inside first, causing Fabián to grunt at the first brush of my hand against the tip of him. He was wet and hard, and my fingers clasped around his length, sliding up and down before I gave him his wish and helped free his cock from his boxers.
For a moment, I stared at it, feeling a small sense of intimidation in my gut at the thick length of him. I tugged at it experimentally and he groaned, fingers tightening around my hair in a rough way that almost felt like a punishment.
I wasn’t sure what I was being punished for, but I accepted it just the same, a cry falling from my lips and my panties dampening in an embarrassing way that made my thighs clench around him.
There was something empowering about holding the most vulnerable part of a man in the palm of my hand. The way his breath hitched as I made a twisting motion with my hand as I slid my palm down further.
“Fuuuuuuck.” The word was a long, drawling growl followed by his head banging against the leather seat.
“I can’t wait, princesita. You’re killing me.”
His hands dove towards my panties, and I finally cried out as he slid his fingers against the wet material, pushing the lace into me. My insides clenched as he fisted the waist of my underwear, yanking them upward hard. I screamed as they dug into every crevice, biting painfully at my clit, but causing ecstasy to flash behind my eyelids at the same time.
“Yes,” Fabián whispered, shoving my hand away from his dick. In seconds, he had both of my arms trapped behind me, his hand locking tightly around my wrists, pinning them against my lower back.
His eyes flashed in the darkness and his grin was a feral thing on his face. “?Estás segura?” he whispered, the question sliding over my skin like a touch. “Do you really want this?”
I nodded, and his grip on my wrists tightened.
“I need to hear you say the words, . Dime.”
“Yes. Yes, I want this.”
Something in his gaze softened and then his grip loosened, giving me free reign of my hands once again.
Fabián leaned back against the leather seat, inhaling deep and expelling it slowly through the mouth. “You deserve better than this.” He gestured between us then around, as if saying I deserved better than to be fucked inside a car. Yet there was an underlying meaning to his words that I picked up right away. Maybe it was the sadness residing in the darkness of his eyes, but I caught it quickly enough.
He thought I deserved more than him.
My hands framed his cheeks, thumbs curving over his sharp cheekbones. “This...” I pressed against him so he could feel the pounding of my heart against my chest. “This is exactly what I want, Fabián.”
It was like the words I’d whispered snapped the last bit of his tethered restraint. His palms slid across my chest, pressing intimately over every little piece of me, stopping a fraction on my small breasts before he pushed my upper body against the steering wheel. His hands made their trek over my body, and I watched with hooded eyes as they curved over my thighs before going under and lifting.
I fell back against the wheel with a gasp. It dug into my back and my hands flailed out, one slapping against the window, the other on the dashboard behind me for purchase. A laugh bubbled out of my mouth at the awkward position and pinch against my spine, but that discomfort was quickly replaced with the soft caress of pleasure as Fabián’s hand smoothed under the curve of my back. His other hand adjusted my thighs on his shoulders, the position forcing me to use my upper body strength to hold myself up, waist level with his face.
He hummed a low and satisfied sound. “It’s a good thing you’re a dancer, princesita.”
Pushing against my palms to keep my balance, I looked down at the top of his dark head. “And why is tha–” I broke off on a gasp as his head miraculously disappeared beneath my checkered skirt and his lips found my damp center. He traced his tongue along the edge of my panties in a sliding, teasing motion.
The noises I made were soft, breathless, and my eyes stayed trained on the roof of the car, body tense with anticipation. I couldn’t predict where he’d go next. One moment his lips were sliding along the creases of lace and the next, his mouth was open against my center, wetting me, but not quite touching where I needed him to.
I canted my hips, blindly searching for the direction of his mouth. Right then I wanted more than anything to see him. Instead, I was stuck staring at the lifted hem of my own skirt.
I whispered his name and his shoulders lifted, reminding me of the burn in my thighs as I held myself up, pistoning my hips just so he’d have another taste and so I’d have bliss.
It came seconds later when I felt how my panties were pulled to the side and suddenly, there were his lips. They closed around my clit and sucked.
“Oh, fu–” My head and entire body bowed back, the movement causing the car’s horn to blare and blare and blare...
It faded into the background. All sound drifted away until I could only focus on one thing. The way his lips devoured every inch of me from the inside out. I was already on the edge of desperation. Dancing with him all night, feeling every bit of him pressed against me. Sitting on his lap, the roving way his hands trailed along exposed skin, teasing, but not quite giving...
It all came down to this moment in time, heightening every sensation.
I came with seemingly no effort at all. It tore through me with vicious abandon, creating a tidal wave of electricity through my entire body. I gave into the spasms, retreating into a space in my mind where the only thing that existed was the feeling of falling.
Slowly, I came back to reality to the horn still blaring, my body convulsing with the slightest pulses of electric shock, and Fabián’s face still pressed between my legs. He took slow sips from my center, using his tongue and his lips in the slowest of movements to bring me back to the height of ecstacy.
I sighed and pushed myself off the horn, the abrupt cut off of the noise was jarring, bringing attention to the sound of his tongue slurping my juices beneath my skirt.
“Fabián.” His name came out as little more than a breathless whimper. “Fabián, wait...” My face was flushed and sweaty, and my head thrashed from side to side, peeking into the darkness outside as if I’d find someone there watching us. But there was nothing except a blur of trees and darkness to be seen beyond the fogged up windows.
Fabián hummed as he pulled away and for a second my body felt empty without him there. A second later he came out from under with a grin wide on his face. It was equal parts mischievous and satisfied. And far too content.
“Come here, princesita.”
It took some tight and uncomfortable maneuvering, but he pulled me back onto his lap. With a pull of a lever, the seat of the car shot back and he leaned with it, settling back and looking up at me through heavy, passion-filled lids.
His hands trailed up my thighs, pushing up my skirt to my waist as he went. The ardent touch sparked desire all over again with the slow, sensual way he did it. He explored my skin like it was a map he meant to memorize and his eyes sparked with a fire that touched the very core of my soul.
“Mierda,” he whispered, his gaze boring into my center.
I looked down to see what he was seeing. A torn scrap of lace skewed sideways and the glistening folds of my swollen pussy greeted me. My face flushed hotter at the sight, but he stared at it like it was a treasure.
“Que bonita,” he praised. And he wasn’t talking to me.
I squirmed above him, the tight space only pushing me closer instead of away.
His thumb slid through the wetness, spreading my folds apart. “Tan mojada que estás, princesa.”
I wasn’t used to that. To the men I’d been with being vocal in anything. All my experiences had always been quick but mostly quiet. They’d get what they wanted within a few thrusts and then we’d go our separate ways. No one had ever praised me like that. No one had ever looked at me like I held the sun in my body to shed light on the universe.
He played with the mess we’d made together, smearing it across my skin, shoving it back inside. His fingers pressed through my channel, scissoring and playing.
“Te vez tan bonita así,” he praised once more. “Pero you’d look so much nicer on my cock.”
He gripped my thighs and pulled me down, staring into my eyes, moving slowly. Almost like he was giving me enough time to stop him before we got that far. But I wanted this, and I didn’t make a sound except a hissed “Yesss...” as he pulled me and speared me onto his dick.
A single, hard thrust and he was inside me. I gasped at the feeling of being so full. It felt like he was further than what he was. Up to my throat, down to my soul. The breath caught and I couldn’t expel it.
“Muévete, princesa,” he ordered, sliding his hand up to my throat. “And breathe.”
I slowly let out the breath, enjoying the warmth of his palm around my throat. He lightly choked me and the pressure around my neck made my hips jolt forward over him.
It was awkward and tight, and we both had on far too many clothes for my liking, but somehow it worked and it was everything I ever needed.
“Muévete,” he said again. “Fuck me as you wish.”
And how could I turn down that offer?
My hips began to move. Slowly, uncertain at first, but when I found a pace I liked, when our bodies connected and I felt a zing of pleasure travel from my clit all the way down to my toes, I moved faster and faster. And Fabián met my thrusts with some of his own. His nails dug into my hips, his fingers tightened around my throat, trapping the breath behind my lips.
After a moment he released me, and the pressure inside felt like too much for even him. His thrusts became uneven, his hips stuttering against mine. He leaned back, his groans becoming pleas and praises on his mouth.
“Oh, fuck, ...” His palm thrashed out, slapping against the car window as he rose to meet me. Our bodies pressed together, my thighs and knees burning as I straddled him in the tight confines. But he pulled me close so our chests touched. And even through the sweater of my uniform, I felt his heart beating just like I felt the stab of his feathered necklace like a knife.
Unable to hold myself back any more, my fingers tore through his hair, over the long dark strands–though still careful with the pretty beads and feathers–and I inhaled the clove scent of his shampoo.
“No sabes lo que me haces,” he gasped in my ear.
“I think I do know.” Because he did the same thing to me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck–” He repeated the words like a mantra as he drove me up, higher and higher until the both of us fell into bliss.
Our bodies rode the wave at the same time, shuddering together until we became a tight heap of tangled limbs. Our chests rose and fell together, our breaths ragged as we breathed one another in.
“Fuck, princesa.” He shoved aside my errant strands of hair to press a kiss to my lips. Something about this moment felt sacred in a way. Like we’d connected in the same way when we’d first seen one another. It was a drawing towards each other like moths to flames, and we couldn’t seem to look away. We shared the sentiment, the same breath. And Fabián smiled. “You’re stuck with me now,” he whispered. “Siempre.”
The words were an echoed promise. And one I could only return.
“Por siempre.”
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