“You’re gorgeous,” she whispered.
“That’s my line.” He picked her up and hauled her into his lap, so she was straddling him. He undid her bra with a single tug, then curved his hands around to her front and groaned as he filled his palms with her aching flesh. “You feel amazing.”
Her bra tumbled to the floor as he lifted her breasts to his mouth.
The first heavy suck at her nipple sent a pulse of pure need straight to her clit. She rocked her hips, needing to find his cock again, and earned another groan from him when she was successful.
Her other nipple wasn’t abandoned, either. He rolled his thumb back and forth over it as he pulled the first one into a swollen peak, then switched. That steady thrum of his fingers felt different on the wet nipple, felt more like a good kind of torture, and she writhed in reaction.
His free hand landed hard on her hip, guiding her into a slower grind.
Her whole torso shook as he licked and sucked back and forth, back and forth, making love to her tits like that was the main event, and the closer her body got to a tight, needy release, she realized it maybecould bethe main event, he was going to make her come like this, and that was fucking wild.
“Josh, Josh, Josh…”
He nodded, her nipple pulled into his mouth.Yes. Do it.
She tangled her hands in his hair, holding his head to her chest as her hips snapped forwards and back.Fuck. Oh. God. No. Yes….
She shattered in his arms, and his pulling mouth softened immediately, letting her nipple slide off his tongue as she leaned back.
Her torso glistened even in the dark, wet with his spit.
His mouth was wet, too, swollen from his ministrations. And his gaze was locked on her face. “Good one?”
She dove forward, kissing that gifted mouth, thrusting her tongue against his. Needing more of him, now, all of him.
Her hands fell to his waist, wanting to get at his cock, but he was sitting and his jeans were pulled tight by the heavy bulge she wanted her hands on.
“Up,” she panted.
He pushed her off, over to the other side, and she kneeled on the seat and braced herself against the window, panting. Then he covered her from behind, his hands going to the button on her jeans, and his fingertips on the bare slice of her belly above her soaking wet panties felt incredible.
“No,” she panted.
He paused, his mouth on her neck at the top of her spine. “No?”
“Your turn.”
He laughed and licked the slight bit of peach fuzz hair there. She felt him breathe in the scent of her flesh, which only made her feel even more wild.
She rolled her hips, sliding the curve of her ass against his erection. “Josh, you just made me come.”
“I know. I want to do it again.” He shoved her jeans and her panties down her thighs, baring more of her sensitized skin. She scrambled to help, and then her knees were free, and her thighs spread open.
His fingers found the seam of her swollen sex with ease. “This wetness all for me?” he growled against the back of her neck as he stroked her flesh. “Little Miss Never Been Fucked in the Backseat. You like this?”
“So much,” she panted.
“Then let me make you feel good, because I like it, too.”
She knew that. She could feel the hard press of his cock against her bare hip. But he was still clothed and she—
His finger slid inside her, and her mind blanked out.
Fuck it. He could be in charge. She was just along for the ride. She moaned, her breath fogging up the window, and he gave her another finger, fucking two of them into her with a precision that screamed of practice.
Don’t think about that, don’t be jealous of all the other girls he’s railed in this backseat, just be happy it’s you right now.
