I grip her hips, and she steadies herself with a hand on each of the front seats. I slide forward a little, not too far because there’s not enough room for my legs, but I need to see, I want to watch as she lowers herself onto me. I fist the base of my cock, lining myself up with her entrance, and she whimpers, the muscles of her back contracting as she takes me in slowly.
Another moment of wondering just how the hell I ended up here, in the drive of my damn house, out here where anyone taking their dog for a midnight walk is going to see my car bouncing as Amber Pope fucks her best friend’s dad in the backseat.
Amber takes a minute to lower herself all the way, and I stroke her back, her hips, as she does, telling her how beautiful she is, how good she feels. I don’t think she’ll be able to sink all the way down, to take all of me at this angle, but with a low, needy moan, she’s in my lap, my cock filling her all the way. She’s shaking lightly, and she rolls her head back and forth on her shoulders, testing her hips side to side, moaning and hissing in sharp breaths.
I can’t even talk now. My head is back against the seat, my breath pounding out of me, and I watch as Amber lifts herself slightly, barely releasing an inch of me, before she lowers herself again. She repeats the motion a few times, and every time it feels like heading back through the gates of heaven. She’s angelic, glowing and naked in the car, while I feel almost grotesquely large, sprawled out on this seat while she bounces on my cock.
“Fuck,” I murmur, a strained sound in the car.
She turns her head, her lips parted as she pants. “Does that feel good?”
“Honey, it’s… Fuck it’s so far past good.” I dig my hands into her hips, urging her to roll herself on me, needing more friction,more movement, just more, more of her, all of her. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“You’re so big,” she murmurs, bouncing harder. “You feel like, oh god, you feel like you could break me.”
“Maybe I should break you.”What. The Fuck. Was that?I don’t know where this voice is coming from. I enjoy dirty talk, some light degradation, but this, what the fuck is this? I’m grabbing onto Amber’s hips, helping her slam herself down onto me, and a growl echoes through my chest. “Maybe I should break this pussy so everyone knows it’s mine, huh?”
You’re a fucking animal, Rembrook.
But my girl is into it. She moans, a sound filled with need and pleasure and dizzying arousal. She throws her hair back, the cascade of copper trailing down in front of me, and I plunge a hand into her silky waves, tensing and flexing at the back of her head. My other hand moves to her breast, impossibly plump and round, her nipple a hard peak between my fingers.
My words unleashed something, because now I’m a possessive animal, my hips bucking to meet hers, spearing my cock into her cunt over and over.
“I used to… Oh I used to touch myself, thinking of you.” She digs her hands into the seats, steadying herself as she picks up the pace.
“Oh yeah?” I wet my lips, gritting my teeth as the amazing stabbing pressure in my groin gets stronger. “You played with your pussy thinking about me?”
“Yes.Yes.” The pitch of her voice changes, and my hand skates down her stomach to where we’re joined, where her skin is stretched around me, her clit swollen and needy. I’m probably too rough, too hard, but I pinch her clit between my fingers and she cries out.
“You’re going to come for me, honey, and then I’m going to take you inside, and you’re going to come for me again, andagain, you understand?” I’m moving harder than she is now, slamming my hips up into her as she holds on, begging formore, yes, there, oh god, Theo, Theo, don’t stop, fuck me, fuck me.I’m lost in her voice, in the motion of her body, in my own need that’s racing down my spine in licking, white-hot flames.
“Theo!” She cries out, her hands falling from the seats and digging into my thighs, scrambling as her body releases, her orgasm storming through her, her body clamping around my cock. I see fucking stars for a second, and then I’m coming, Amber’s body still quivering on top of me as her hips jerk, draining out my release.
She collapses back against me, and we’re both breathing hard, both hot and spent. She turns her head to rest her forehead against my cheek as I wrap my arms around her waist.
“H-how…. Are you this good?” She asks breathlessly, swallowing hard and shaking her head. “Th-this is what I was missing out on, all this time?”
“That was all you, honey,” I say with a laugh, stroking her hair that’s sticking to the sweat on her forehead. “You were incredible.”
She laughs, gasping a little as she moves her hips. “You’re like a machine. You feel like… You feel like you’re still hard.” She reaches down, teasing the exposed length of my cock with her fingertips, and giggles when I suck in a breath. “Ready for more?”
“Absolutely, but not out here. You’ll get cold.”
She laughs again, a sweet, lyrical sound, and raises herself carefully off me. My cock falls back against my stomach, the condom filled, and I grimace at the thought of tucking myself away with it just to get back in the house. Amber yanks on the sweat pants and my hoodie, and we sneak back to the house like a pair of burglars. We scan the neighborhood for any signof movement, any sign of someone who may have heard the screaming and moaning coming from my damn car.
But the windows around us are all dark, the houses quiet, only the cool wind rustling through the trees. Undiscovered once again.
Back in the house, I go to the downstairs bathroom to deal with the condom, which feels absolutely terrible now. I avoid my reflection, not wanting to be looking into the face of the man who just did that with Amber in his car.
I emerge into the kitchen to find her putting away the things we bought at the store, and she smiles over her shoulder at me.
“Just some housekeeping, then you can take me upstairs for more,” she says with a grin.
Maybe you should stay forever so it can always be like this.
Another thought I quash quickly. Nope, we’re not doing that. That’s just the loneliness and the two years of not getting laid talking. Nothing else.
“Why don’t we shower?” I say, and Amber nods.
