Chapter 29
Chapter twenty-nine
Emily
Jack pulls off the main road onto a small single-track lane. It’s still tarmacked so I know Tony, my Toyota, will manage on the road. “Where are we going?” I ask. The early spring sun has started to dip behind the hills and it is getting dark fast.
“You’ll see,” Jack mutters. He pulls my car around a sharp turn and into a lay-by, slowing down as he does. He pulls further forward into a line of trees and bushes and stops the car, putting on the handbrake.
“Is this where you murder me?” I whisper.
“What. No. I—” He turns to me quickly, shock widening his eyes, but he relaxes as soon as he sees my teasing grin.
“Why have we parked in a bush?” I ask.
He answers by un-clipping his seatbelt and slamming his lips onto mine in a rough kiss.
His hands find my face and hold it still whilst he devours my mouth with his.
I groan at the pure domination from him.
He pulls back, his lips barley leaving mine to say, “There is no fucking way I was waiting to get you home.” Then his mouth is on mine again, taking everything I can give him.
I meet his tongue stroke for stroke, trying to regain some control, but he has backed me up against the door and his full weight is on me. I’m completely at his mercy and I couldn’t think of anywhere else I would rather be.
His hands roam freely over my body, he passes over my breasts, my thighs, my hips.
Finally, he works his hand underneath my hoodie, stroking goosebumps onto my skin on his way to cup my breast. I’m not wearing a bra and Jack pulls back shocked when he gets there.
“Expecting me to play with your tits today, Emily?” he asks in a gruff voice.
“Wearing no bra, just begging for me to suck those perfect nipples.” I let out a whimper at the thought of Jack’s lips and teeth sucking and biting at my sensitive buds.
As if the whimper spurs him on, he lifts my hoodie over my head in one smooth motion, exposing my hardened nipples to him.
He sits back slightly and takes me in, naked from the waist up.
“Fucking perfect,” he says before he drops his mouth to suck in the piercing he has been obsessed with since he first saw it.
“If you like that I’m not wearing a bra.” I say between the breathy pants and groans that he is working out of me.
“Yes?” Jack growls the question.
“You should see what else I forgot to put on.”
Jack stills, his mouth coming away from me.
His hands freeze where they are cupping my breasts, no longer teasing.
His gaze travels down the whole of my body, slowly, hungrily.
Traveling from my eyes down my naked chest, where my heart is pounding, past my smooth stomach.
He stops when he gets to the apex of my thighs that are clenched together trying to squeeze away the pounding ache that has formed there.
His gaze stays fixed on that spot as he asks, “Are you telling me, you have no underwear on under those thin leggings?”
I don’t answer.
“Open your legs for me, Emily.” His voice is rough, as if he has been screaming for days.
I don’t move.
“Open,” he grinds out between his teeth, as if he is holding himself back from simply doing it himself. His gaze meets mine, sapphire blue eyes ablaze with lust. Only when I have his full attention do I slowly let my knees fall open.
I know as soon as he sees the dark patch of the wetness I can feel when his breath hitches. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he gulps.
Hooded dark eyes meet mine again, “Dirty little slut coming to meet me with nothing on. Expecting me to fuck you.”
“Maybe I just forgot.”
“I can see how wet that perfect little cunt is through your pants, Emily. I felt you rub that pussy up against me when I first got off the bus. So don’t try and be a brat, you’ve been all but begging for my dick to be inside you from the second you saw me today.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Greedy girl, aren’t you.”
“Starved.”
He growls at my admission and pulls away fully. His hands going to the top of his joggers and pulling them down just enough for his erection to spring free. He palms himself pumping up and down, once, twice. I bite my lip at the sight.
“You think you deserve this? Coming to meet me with false pretences? Pretending you just wanted to pick me up but you were actually expecting to get fucked?” he asks through gritted teeth.
“Yes,” I whimper as I reach out to touch him.
He stops my hand, with his free one. “Take your fucking pants off and take it then.”
I have never removed a pair of pants quicker in my life.
I climb over onto the driver’s side as Jack pulls the seat further back to make enough room for both of us.
He positions me so I am sitting on his knee, facing away from him.
His dick is rubbing between my ass cheeks as he pumps a few times.
“I can’t fucking wait to fuck this perfect arse, it’s been taunting me since the first time I saw you.
” I whimper at the thought, of having him there.
“Have you done that before, Emily? Let someone fuck you here?” he says as he slaps a cheek and rubs out the small hurt.
“Yes,” I say on an out breath. “But never someone…” My groan cuts me off as his hands wind around my front and he grips my breasts firmly.
“Never someone who what?”
I can’t think a coherent sentence, let alone say one. His hands, the rocking of his hips are driving me wild. “As big,” I manage.
“As big as me?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Don’t worry baby. I’ll take my time; we’ll make it fit.
When I get you home. Right now, I want that fucking pussy that you have got nice and wet for me.
” His fingers finally find my clit and I cry out.
As soon as he circles that tight bundle there, I am on fire.
I push my ass further into his lap, grinding myself on his hand, which in turn has me grinding against his dick making him groan, “Fuck. Em.”
“More,” I say as I move further back onto his lap.
“Lift up for me,” he says and I do, for just enough time for him to roll on the condom I didn’t notice he had been hiding.
Strong hands grip my hips and move me back over him.
I feel the thick head of him at my entrance for only a second before he pulls me quickly down.
He fills me from root to tip on one stroke and we both cry out.
I still, letting my body adjust to the aching stretch of him inside me, and then I start to move.
I circle my hips slowly, bringing another groan of my name out of him. It sounds like a plea. For me to give him what he needs. What we both need.
In this limited space, I am completely in control of when and how I move.
I circle my hips again, I feel every inch of him inside me, and moan at the friction.
Jack reaches his hand around my front again and starts to circle my clit with his fingers keeping time with my hips.
The new pressure makes me move faster, working with both points of glorious friction.
I feel my orgasm start to build. Sweat starts to pool on the back of my neck, under my hair, as the tension builds inside me.
“Good girl, use my dick and make yourself come,” Jack whispers in my ear, his breath cooling the sweat there and causing goose flesh to rise.
I increase my speed chasing my release and scream his name when it finds me.
I tease out my orgasm for as long as I can, slowly moving my hips and holding Jack’s hand in place as the aftershocks crest through me. “Good girl. You feel so good squeezing my cock when you come on me like that,” he praises me as I come down from my high.
I pant heavily in his arms, relaxing against his chest. “Fuck,” I say.
“Hmmmm,” he grumbles deep in his throat as gentle kisses land along my shoulders, up my neck, anywhere he can reach.
He holds me for a minute, whilst I catch my breath, his hands exploring my breasts and nipples.
Teasing and keeping me on an edge I want to ride again.
“Em,” he says as he grinds his hips up into me.
“Yes,” I gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me.
“Grab the steering wheel for support and bounce that sweet pussy on me. Now.”
***
Jack
She doesn’t need any more instruction. So responsive, my girl.
Emily leans forward and I am greeted with a view of her incredible ass as she lifts off my dick and starts to bounce. “Ahh,” she barks, probably at the new depth of this angle.
“You can take it, baby,” I encourage. She can, she has had it grinding inside her, opening her up for me whilst she rode my fingers to make herself come.
She hums at my words and tries again, taking it slower, getting used to the angle.
I can tell when she’s there because she starts to move faster, ass jiggling on my lap.
I can do nothing but watch in this position, her car is way too small for anything else.
And watch I do. Taking in the incredible view.
I lean forward and pull the sun visor down revealing the mirror, I angle it so I can watch her face and tits as she fucks me. Her cheeks are pink, eyes glazed over in pleasure. Watching her in this state is making my balls tighten, ready for release already.
“You look so good fucking me like that,” I tell her, because it’s true and I want her to know.
Her neck reddens as if my comment embarrasses her, as if she has anything to be embarrassed about.
I’ve never seen more perfect tits bouncing like hers do, never felt softer skin than hers, never heard anyone moan my name like she does.
“Can you come again? In this position?” I ask, well aware that I am close to exploding.
Her breaths are ragged and she says between pants, “Yes. I want too. Please, Jack.”
Fuck I love it when she begs.