With my mouth at her ear, I grit out, “Don’t walk away from me.”
“Let me go,” she hisses.
With a grunt, I turn her around and push her against her car, then hover so close we’re breathing the same air. I don’t know who moves first, but suddenly, we’re kissing again. Even harder and wilder than the last time. We battle for dominance, my tongue against hers. I devour her every whimper, every sound she makes.
She fists my jacket and tugs me closer, leaving no space between us. I slide my hands down her ass and lift her, pressing her against the car door, and with her legs wrapped around my hips, she grinds her center over my hard-on.
“I want you,” I confess, nibbling on her bottom lip.
“Keys…in my pocket.”
I put her down and take a step back so she can dig them out, and in the space of a few heartbeats, we’re both in the back seat. She lies on her back, and I hover over her, nestled between her legs, with my hands planted on either side of her.
Our lips are still fused, our tongues playing cat and mouse as I roll my hips, searching for friction, and she continues grinding her core against me.
It’s like we’re trying to consume each other.
“Ty svodish menya s uma?2,” she whispers as I suck on her neck.
I have no idea what she just said, but I want to beg her to keep talking because just the sound of her voice makes me see stars.
I lean away, taking in her flushed cheeks and her hooded eyes. “I want you,” I tell her again.
Breaking into a seductive smile, she unzips her jacket. “Then take me.”
With shaking hands, I take off my jacket. Then I help her out of hers. The back seat of her car isn’t the most comfortable place to fuck, but I don’t care. All I want is to bury my cock deep inside her.
She scoots away a couple of inches and slips off her leggings and panties, shuddering against the cold.
Angling to the side, I slam the door closed. Then I push my own sweatpants lower and sit. I hiss when I make contact with the icy leather seat.
“My ass is fucking freezing.” I chuckle.
“Poor Camden. We can’t have that, can we?” she purrs as she climbs onto my lap. With her attention fixed on my cock, she wraps her fingers around it and gives it a gentle squeeze. “So smooth…and long…”
Smirking, I grip her hips. “I bet it will fit perfectly inside your warm pussy.”
“I bet it will.” She hoists herself up and guides my dick to her entrance. With her hands on my shoulders, she slides down my shaft, taking me inside her inch by inch. “O bozhe?3,” she moans when I’m fully seated, her eyes falling closed.
“Fuck,” I rasp. “You feel so good.”
She hovers closer and captures my lips with hers. Hips rolling, she rides me, her movements slow and gentle at first. We kiss and kiss, coming up for air for a moment before we devour each other again. If we keep this up, her lips will become my addiction.
“You’re taking me so well, baby,” I murmur, tightening my hold and rocking her over my lap.
She picks up the pace, her movements becoming more urgent, more frenzied, and rides me with abandon, her moans and whimpers filling the car. I sink my fingers deeper into her flesh. With every dip of her hips, the fire forming in my lower abdomen grows stronger. I’ll be coming in no time, but I don’t want to do it before her.
We’re like fire and gasoline, burning hot, even in this freezing SUV. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the space asshe fucks me harder and rougher than before, nearly making me lose control.
“Fuck, Red…I’m gonna come…” I growl, biting on her bottom lip.
“Then come. Shoot your load inside me,” she whimpers, her inner walls clenching hard enough to pull my orgasm from me.
“Fuck.” I spill inside her, my head thrown back, every muscle tensing.
“Horoshiyi mal’chik.?4” Moaning, she spasms around me, and when her own muscles relax, she buries her face in the crook of my neck and moves her hips lazily, prolonging her release and making me feel like I’m in heaven. With the memory of the way she tastes fresh in my mind and her nails digging into my shoulders, I’ve never felt better. My every cell vibrates with want. No regret. No shame. Just want—because I want more.
As we fumble back into our clothes, we laugh and smile, and before she climbs out of the car, I steal another kiss.
