Giddy happiness floats in my chest. “Stop talking and fuck me.”
He grips my knees as the tip of his cock presses at my entrance, and slowly he pushes, parting my lips until his shaft is buried completely.
“Oh…”
Liam drags himself out slowly, drawing out the sensations until a groan rolls up his throat. My body arches toward him instinctively.
Cold metal squeaks beneath my skin as my shoulders rock back and forth, up and down, as he pushes and pulls in a slow, seductive rhythm.
I feel reckless and alive. I don’t care that we are fucking on top of a car in the street where anyone can see us. I just wantLiam to keep touching me, keep showing me sides of myself I’ve never known.
I’m so close to that edge. I need more. I pinch my nipple and guide my other hand to the place where we are joined. As Liam draws back, my fingers curl around the base of his cock and squeeze.
“Em,” he grunts my name like a curse.
A door opens and closes in the distance. But I’m too distracted to care. Liam’s movements are frenzied, working an erratic rhythm inside me, drawing us closer to the peak.
My hips match his, thrust for thrust, and our lips meet in a raging inferno of lust. My vision blurs, and every nerve ending cracks until I explode.
I tumble over the edge of bliss, taking Liam with me. His hips jerk, and his cock pumps inside me, making my walls spasm and drain every drop of cream from his shaft.
My body melts beneath him, unable to move and not wanting to leave this moment.
He slumps forward, careful not to squash me, and snuggles his face into my neck, breathing a satisfied sigh.
“Who’s there?” someone calls from the shadows.
Liam’s eyes widen, and my body stiffens. We slide off the car too quickly, my shoes kicking the bumper in my haste. Loud piercing beeps wallop our eardrums, and yellow lights flash around our legs.
“Shit!” Liam yells and laughs in the same breath. He jumps back, taking me with him.
The car beeps, and the alarm stops. “Emily, is that you?”
Kyle stands in front of the apartment block, keys in one hand, phone in the other, a dumbfounded look on his face. His eyes drop to my disheveled clothes and to Liam, who lazily tucks his wet cock into his jeans.
Kyle’s eyes flick from Liam to me. "Were you guys fucking… on my car?”
He looks confused, like sex and Emily don’t go together without a bed.
Liam slips his arm around my waist and guides me to his car. “Yes, we were.”
Kyle’s jaw locks, and his brows pull into a thin line, making him look old and unattractive. What did I ever see in him?
“My car—and with Liam? What makes him so fucking special?”
Liam slides into the driver’s seat as I open the passenger door. “He doesn’t have a boring dick.”
Kyle chokes out a gasp.
I wink and step into the car, not looking back as Liam peels away from the curb.
He curls his fingers into mine and lifts my hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “I will fuck you anywhere, but honestly, I just want to go home and be boring in bed together.”
I smile and squeeze his hand. “That sounds perfect.”
