She bumps her head on the top of the car, but my chuckle dies in my throat when she kisses me with an urgency that leaves me gasping for air.
I’m out of my fleece jacket in seconds, her hips undulating and creating the most addictive friction on my arousal. She shivers when my palms skate beneath her jumper to trace her silken skin.
Pulling her sweater off, we break our kiss, and I instantly let out a grunt of pure satisfaction when I see her breasts ready to spill out of her lacy red bra.
“Fucking sexy,” I say, before kissing those swells I’m so obsessed with. “This might be my favorite one yet.”
“I figured you’d say that. Also, let’s make this fair,” she mumbles, tugging at my own sweater. She takes it off, along withmy t-shirt, baring my chest to her. As always, her fingertips skim my pecs, and I think she may have a thing for them.
“Happy?” I suction a patch of skin on her chest, leaving my mark.
Mine.
“Not quite.” She rises on her knees and unbuttons her jeans before pulling down the zipper. I help her push the pants down, my mouth going dry at the sight of the matching thong she’s wearing. “I’d be happier if you fucked me.”
With a quick maneuver, she’s beside me, and I’m helping her out of the pair of jeans and chucking them in the driver’s seat. She makes quick work of my pants, and throws them somewhere before pulling me down by the back of my neck.
The kiss is searing hot, causing the windows to fog up. We’re panting in each other’s mouths, hands roaming everywhere as though this is the first time. Pushing her lace to the side, I drag my fingertip through her wetness.
“You’re so fucking greedy,” I mutter, rubbing quick circles over her clit. She moans in my mouth and bucks at my touch. “I ate you out this morning before heading to work. Fucked you before dinner. And you’re already desperate for my cock, hmm?”
“I always am,” she whines. “Diego, I need you. No fucking around, please. We could get caught.”
“But it excites you.” I use three fingers to work her clit, my eyes focused on her face and the way her brows contort with utter pleasure. “Feel how you’re drenching my fingers at the idea of it?”
With as much strength as she can muster, she pushes me to force me to sit down. I pull her on my lap. We kiss. We writhe, searching for more friction. We whisper each other’s names like a plea, my palms kneading her ass.
Taking my erection out, with my boxer briefs pushed down to my knees, Alara bites my lower lip and pulls away. I watch as shebrings her other hand to her center while jerking me off, dipping two fingers inside her before bringing her arousal to the leaking tip of my cock.
I whimper at the sight, looking down at the way her small hand is wrapped around me. Her nails graze the underside, and my legs tremble as I throw my head back.
“Okay, fuck me now,” I pant, pulling her lace to the side.
“Now who’s greedy?”
Her comment earns her a harsh slap on her ass cheek. She has the audacity to chuckle.
While she rummages around to find my wallet, I pull the straps of her bra down enough to free her breasts. Sucking on her taut nipple, she moans and pushes against my mouth.
“Oh, shit,” she whispers. “I think we might have a problem.”
I release her nipple with apopand look at her hands holding my wallet. A wad of cash. A few coupons. My driver’s license, ID, and credit card. No condom.
My eyes widen in bewilderment. “Shit, indeed. Did we use all of them already?”
She blushes furiously, meeting my gaze. “Both boxes?”
Yeah, we’re animals. Animals that are super fucking attracted to one another, so that justifies our lustful habits, right?
“Possibly.”
But when I feel her slide against my shaft, all wet and warm, I nearly lose my goddamn mind. Alara looks down, repeating the motion. Up, down. Up, down. My cock is drenched with how aroused she is.
We look into each other’s eyes again, an understanding passing between us. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear just as she rises on her knees, her hand wrapping around my crown and giving it the attention it needs.
“You’re on the pill,” I whisper, kneading her full breasts. “And I’m clean. I’m okay if you’re okay with us going bare.”
She nods, bringing me to her opening. “I’m more than okay.”
