Chapter 26 – Ilya #2
We spilled out through our own doors and met in the middle of the backseat. She climbed in after me and straddled my lap in the cramped space, knees pressed against the leather.
She kissed me like she was still running—desperate, open-mouthed, grinding down against the hard line of my cock through my pants.
“That stunt with the train,” she whispered against my mouth. “Your bravery. Your recklessness. It turned me on.” She rolled her hips harder, feeling me thicken under her. “I wanted you the second we cleared those tracks.”
“Oh, yeah?” I breathed, basking in the feeling coursing through me.
“Oh, yeah,” she purred softly.
I unhooked her bra and dragged it down her arms. My mouth found her nipple and sucked hard.
She moaned, loud in the closed car, head tipping back as I worked the other side with my tongue and teeth. The wet sounds of it mixed with her breathing.
She kept grinding, slow and deliberate, teasing both of us. I gripped her ass and pulled her tighter against me, letting her feel exactly how hard I was.
Then she slid off my lap, pushed me back against the locked door, and went for my belt. The buckle fought her for a second.
She laughed under her breath when it finally gave, and she yanked it free. Her hand slipped inside my pants and wrapped around me.
“You’re so hot,” I said, voice rough. “So fucking sexy like this.”
She bit her lower lip, watching my face while she stroked me.
“Fuck,” I groaned in pleasure.
When she pulled my cock out, she smiled and worked me from base to tip, thumb circling the head.
“Your cock is so big,” she said. “I love it. I love how thick you feel in my hand.”
I groaned, hips shifting into her grip. She focused on the head, her tight strokes making my breath stutter.
“You like that?” she asked.
“Yes.”
She held my eyes while she worked me, slower now, more intentional. Then she bent down and took me into her mouth. Warm. Wet.
Iris bobbed her head, taking me deeper each time, the slick sound of it loud in the quiet car. She pushed too far once and choked, pulling off with a cough. A thin thread of saliva still connected her bottom lip to the head of my cock when she looked up.
“I’m your dirty little slut,” she said, voice hoarse. “Will you fuck my mouth, please?”
“You naughty little devil.” I reached down, fishing her chestnut hair.
“Yeah,” she muttered. “I’m naughty for you, Daddy.”
“I like it when you call me Daddy,” I confessed, savoring the seductive look on her face. “Come here.”
I leaned down and kissed her—tasting myself on her tongue—before she went back down.
This time, she took me deeper. The wet, filthy sound of my cock hitting the back of her throat filled the car’s cabin.
She smelled like sex and leftover adrenaline, skin and saliva and the faint metal scent of the night air still clinging to both of us.
My thighs tensed under her hands. Low groans left me as she worked me with her mouth and hands together.
“Oh, fuck, Iris, yes.” My toes curled in my boots.
I buried my fingers in her hair and held on, not forcing, just needing something to grip while she ruined me with her mouth.
“That feels so good.” I tipped my head back, muscles stiffening.
When she finally pulled off, she climbed back into my lap and sank down onto me in one slow push.
Both of us exhaled hard, staring into each other’s eyes.
“You’re so hard and veiny,” she whimpered. “So deep inside my pussy.”
She started riding me, rolling her hips, and I pulled her forward so I could mouth at her breasts again—sucking, pressing them together, tongue dragging over her nipples while she moved.
She braced her hands on the roof of the car and fucked herself down onto me harder, the wet slap of it filling the small space.
“Uhhh…uhhhh, yes, Daddy– yes!” She threw her hands in her hair, her face a mask of pleasure.
I could feel every clench of her around me. She was soaked. Hot. Taking every inch like she needed it to stay grounded after everything that had just happened.
I let her set the pace for a while. Watched her face in the low light—eyes half-closed, mouth open, that soft broken sound she made every time she sank all the way down.
Then I took over.
I gripped her hips and thrust up into her, meeting every downward roll. The car rocked. Her tits bounced in front of my face. I caught one nipple between my teeth, and she cried out, louder this time.
“Fuck—Ilya—”
“Keep riding me,” I said against her skin. “Just like that.”
She did. Faster. Messier. One of her hands found the back of my neck and held on while she chased it.
“Oh, my God, Ilya!” she moaned, legs trembling on the leather seat. “I’m gonna come—I’m gonna come!” Her voice was strangled, her thighs pressed hard on either side of mine.
Her jaw snapped open in a silent scream, and her body went stiff.
I felt her start to tighten around me and kept the rhythm steady until she broke, screaming my name as she came.
I didn’t stop. I fucked her through it, short, hard strokes that made her shake and gasp and dig her nails into my skin.
When she finally slumped against me, breathing hard, I turned her. She went onto her knees on the seat, palms flat against the cool glass of the back window. I lined up and drove into her from behind in one hard thrust.
She moaned, loud and open.
I spanked her ass once, sharp, then gripped her hips and fucked her. Hard. Fast. Unrelenting.
My groin slapped loudly against her ass as I plunged into her with vigorous strokes that made the whole frame rock with every thrust. She kept one hand braced on the glass, the other clutching the seatback, pushing back to meet me.
“Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck me like you mean it. Use me. Ruin me!” She glanced back at me, her eyes shining with insatiable need.
I gave it to her. Deep, punishing strokes that made her cry out with every impact. Her breath fogged the glass under her palm.
Sweat slicked both our skin. The air inside the car turned thick with the smell of sex and the leftover heat of the chase.
I reached around and found her clit with two fingers, rubbing in tight circles while I kept pounding into her from behind. She pushed back harder, taking everything I gave her.
“You’re mine,” I said against her ear. “This cunt is mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she choked out. “Fuck—I’m yours. Don’t stop—”
I didn’t. I fucked her until her arms started to shake and she dropped to her elbows on the seat, still pushing back onto my cock.
The sound of it was filthy—wet, loud, constant. I could feel her clenching again, close a second time, and I chased it with her, driving deep and grinding against her every time I bottomed out.
She came with a broken cry, face pressed to the seat, body locking up around me. That was all it took. My rhythm broke, my primal growl announcing my own arrival.
“Yesssss, finally,” she cried out, lifting her head and glancing over her shoulder. “Give it to me, Daddy. Come inside me. I’ve missed it.”
I quickened my pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.
“Don’t starve me…just come already. I want to feel it deep in my pussy…please.”
With a guttural growl, I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, groaning against the back of her neck as I emptied inside her.
“Oh, my God, yes—yes!” she cried out in ecstasy.
Pulse after pulse. She stayed on her knees, shaking, taking every drop of it, until I finally slowed and slumped forward over her back, both of us breathing like we’d just outrun death a second time.
We stayed like that for a while. The car was quiet except for our breathing. Outside, the trees moved a little in the wind. No headlights. No engines. Just the two of us in the dark, still joined, still shaking from everything that had happened in the last hour.
I pulled out slowly. She made a small sound and shifted, turning to sit sideways across the seat.
I found her underwear and helped her back into it without saying much.
My own pants were still open. I fixed them enough to be decent, then leaned back against the door, one arm along the top of the seat.
She watched me in the low light, her hair a tangled mess. Her mouth looked swollen, and there was a faint mark on her neck where I’d been less careful than I meant to be.
“Thank you,” she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I needed that.”
I leaned in, reclaiming her lips with her palm on her face. We kissed some more before I pulled away and held her gaze, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“I’m never gonna let anything happen to you,” I said, looking into her eyes. “You have my word.”
She thought for a second. “I trust you, Ilya. I trust you with my life.”
That sentence thawed something frozen in me, and slowly, my lips curled into a faint smile.
She leaned her head against my shoulder. I let her. My hand found the back of her neck and stayed there, my thumb moving once across her skin.
Neither of us spoke for a long time. The adrenaline was finally starting to drain out, leaving the usual ache in its place.
“We should move,” I said eventually.
“Wait a little longer,” she said, letting out a soft sigh. “I wanna enjoy this moment of peace.”
With everything that had happened these past couple of days, I needed some peace and quiet as well.
The night was still dark enough to hide us, and the only thing that mattered right then was that she was in the car with me, alive.
Thanks to her bravery, we had the package, and it sat between us.