I have a lot of questions about what that might look like, when he might meet my parents, what we’re going to do about any of that, but our time is quickly ticking down before we need to be at the rink. And if we both showed up late, that would raise too many red flags.
He glances at the clock, noting the same thing. I click my seatbelt off at the same time he does, and he reaches across the center console for me. “Come here,” he says. With surprising ease, he hauls me over onto his lap, and I slide my coat off. Despite the heat, I shiver in my T-shirt under the intensity of his eyes as he cups my jaw. “I don’t think I said it earlier, but I missed you, too.”
His affirmation sinks deep into my bones, and I scrape my palms against the dark scruff on his cheeks. “Thank you.” My chest presses against his as I lean in, the already small spaceof the car growing smaller, blocking out the world and all of its rules around us. He smells like his usual woodsy cologne and safety, and as his arms wrap around me, I’m totally cocooned by him. It feels so good I wish we never had to leave.
“Kiss me,” he whispers the demand into the final inch of space between us. I debate teasing him, drawing it out, but there’s no time. Never enough time.
I do exactly as he asks. His lips part for mine, and I snake my tongue inside to tease his. He tastes like peppermint, like something I can’t get enough of.
His hands tease their way beneath the waistband of my leggings to palm my ass. I moan against his mouth as he deepens the kiss while he kneads my flesh.
We become more frenzied as I slip my hand under his shirt and feel his hot skin against my palms. He always runs hot, which makes it impossible to ever want to leave his side when we’re cuddled together in bed or on the couch. I love letting his warmth seep into me and create that sense of peace I only find with him.
He reclines the seat back so I have a little more room on his lap. Breaking our kiss, he pulls down my pants until they sit bunched up around my ankles and shoes.
“Should I take them off?” I ask.
“No, leave ‘em.” His hands make quick work of his belt and zipper. I shift to allow him enough room to lift his hips up enough to free himself from his pants. His cock is already hard and glistening, and I reach down to stroke it.
Luke groans and pushes his head back against the headrest. I keep up the steady motion as he dips his hand between my thighs to swirl his fingers around my clit.
“Yes,” I breathe out, letting my eyes fall closed as I surrender myself to him. “That feels so good.”
He dips his fingers back toward my entrance and thrusts a couple in, getting me ready. “It’s about to feel even better.”
I rock my hips with his motion and smear the drop of precum he leaks around his tip. He suddenly pulls his hand away, and I cry out in protest.
But he grabs cock to line himself up with my entrance. He flicks his eyes to mine as he says, “Hold onto me, okay? This is gonna be fast.”
I smirk. “Selling yourself short already?”
Luke slams my hips down, impaling me on him in one hard thrust, and it wipes the smile right off my face, pulling a groan from deep within my throat.
It’s his turn to grin. “Have anything to say now?”
I claw at his shoulders as I adjust to the fullness of him and shake my head. “No.”
“That’s what I thought.” He captures my lips with his in a heated kiss. I rock back and forth, finding a rhythm that turns us both into a panting mess. My clit brushes against him with each roll of my hips.
One of his hands stays on my hips, helping guide my motion, while the other snakes up the back of my neck and tangles in the hair at the nape. He uses the grip to angle my head to the side and kisses along my jawline. Each one sends little shivers down my spine, and when he reaches my ear and flicks it with his tongue, I clench around him.
“You like that?”
I nod, and my thighs shake as I try to keep the pace. Feeling my struggle, Luke takes over. He grabs ahold of my hips again to start moving me over him. A muscle in his jaw clicks, and I duck my head to lick it.
He shudders beneath me, which draws a smile to my lips. The windows fog up around us, and I have half a mind to thankLuke later for parking out of sight because from the outside, I’m sure it’s obvious what’s going on in here.
“Fuck, Lennon,” he groans. He holds me above him, and I squeeze my thigh muscles, thankful for all the training he’s put me through that I’m able to keep myself steady like this. He leans back in the seat and thrusts up into me. I plant one hand on the roof of the car as a familiar tightening starts in my core and begins to spread through my body.
“I’m close,” I say and look down at him through half-open eyes. His own lids are hooded and hazy with lust as he thumbs my clit to help my orgasm along.
“Me too. Fuck, I’m almost there. Stay just like that. Squeeze me just like that, baby.”
I throw my head back as much as I can in the confined space as my orgasm crashes through me. His thumb keeps circling my clit through it as I cry out. Each wave makes my body jolt, but Luke keeps me tethered.
“That’s it. I love watching you come.” His hips stutter, and finally he pulls me back down, flush to his lap, as his head slams back against the headrest. A guttural groan rips through the car as he finishes inside of me. I feel each twitch of his cock as he comes, and I grind myself against him to milk every last bit. The grip on my hips becomes painful, but I love it.
Our chests heave against one another as we catch our breath. My shirt clings to my back, damp with sweat, just like a few locks of his hair stick to his forehead. I brush them back gently, and he leans into my touch.
