My back arched, driving my pussy hard into his face. The sudden movement threw back my head and it bumped into the door with a dull thud. If anyone was out there at the time, they would’ve heard it.
I held back the urge to cry out again, but I couldn’t hold back the force of the climax that tore through me. A sharp ringing sounded in my ears, the muscles in my stomach twitching as I clenched and relaxed around Cole’s fingers. He talked me through it, whispering encouraging words I couldn’t make out because I was totally overtaken by the exquisite heat flooding through me.
Then he rocked back to sit, hands gripping my waist, bringing me up to straddle him. The light from outside streaked over his chiseled chest, and right before I came to hover over him, I got a flash of his raging hard-on. Thick and throbbing, the tip slick with the evidence of his own arousal.
My pussy clenched, still sensitive, but more than ready to ride his cock and do it all again.
“I love the way you taste.” Cole sucked two fingers into his mouth, the same ones that were inside me a moment ago.
A soft groan escaped me, and without any further hesitation, I sank down on his cock until my ass touched his thighs. His jaw tightened, and he let out a ragged breath through gritted teeth. We were in full view now, sitting right up to the window, but I guess we were still doing our best to be quiet about it.
He took hold of my waist and, with a firm grip, started lifting me off his cock, then pushing me down again. Over and over. Until it got to the point where the veins in his neck stuck out and his mouth dropped open. I took it as an invitation, and lunged forward, plunging my tongue into him with an insatiable hunger. The kiss was deep and clumsy, a clash of teeth and tongues fighting to hold it together as the sweetest moans spilled out of us.
With the faint ringing in my ears and our hot breath fogging up the windows, there was no preparing for the flash of headlights that swept through the Bronco’s cabin. We were so lost in each other, we hadn’t registered the start of an engine.
“Shit.” Cole twisted in his seat, sending us flopping onto our sides with the lower half of our bodies precariously suspended over the edge.
“Who was it?” I whispered.
“I dunno. I think they’re gone.”
My breath was trapped in the back of my throat as I listened hard, heart thudding out of my chest. “Do you think they saw us?”
He didn’t answer. Just looked at me. And my pussy clenched once around his dick.
I rolled my hips, or tried to, but it worked. Cole propped himself up on one elbow and used his other hand to steady my ass as he started thrusting into me. I was so fucking wet his throbbing cock slid in and out with ease, and the new angle guided him directly over that most sensitive collection of nerves on the inside of my pussy.
“That’s it,” he panted. “Good girl.”
His breath came hot and heavy in my face as he sped up, his own need for release spurring his movements with urgency now. It was less precision, and more force as he chased it down. The whole car rocked with it, and I used my hand as a buffer between my head and the door handle to save myself the bruising.
Harder. Faster. And I squeezed my eyes shut as my pussy started clenching around him. This time, my orgasm hit hard, splintering time and space as it raked over me in waves of liquid fire. My walls pulsed, contracted so tightly they would’ve dragged him along if he was willing or not. Judging by the look on his face when he finally emptied himself inside me, there was no doubt about it. He was willing.
A giggle escaped my lips soon after.
“What’s so funny?” Cole rumbled.
“This. Having sex in the back of a car, like two teenagers.”
He grinned down at me. “I never did that as a teenager.”
“Me neither.” I brushed my lips against his. “But I’m glad I finally got to.”
“Me too.”
27
June
When I was a physical trainer at the University of Georgia, the week between Christmas and New Year’s was always relaxing. The bowl games we played in were usually done by then, so I rarely had anyrealwork to do.
Not so with the Atlanta Reapers hockey team. After playing a game the day after Christmas, we had two more scheduled for December 29 and 31. After winning the first game, Coach Jay gave the team a rare off day to rest up.
It didn’t take long for Rhett to hit me up.
Rhett: Hey there, pretty lady. Want to come over and get into some trouble tonight?
Me: My parents are still in town. They leave New Year’s Day.
