Clearly my words don’t hold enough weight because he’s shifting the car and just trusting that as he hits the gas I’m going to be able to steer us back onto the road.
I’m caught between my need to fuck Wes and not kill us. I overcorrect the wheel as we pull out onto the street and luckily the road is completely deserted. Wes doesn’t go slow, his foot stays on the gas driving just as fast as when he was the one steering.
This is completely insane.
Just when I feel like I’m able to block out the fact that I’m currently impaled on Wes’s dick, he thrusts up and reminds me he’s there. That causes me to turn the wheel too much and the car swerves.
“Don’t do that, I have our lives in my hands,” I say through heavy breaths.
“Don’t do what? This?” He thrusts up again, and I cry out this time, doing everything I can to keep a strong grip on the wheel.
His foot presses harder on the gas; I watch the needle climb upward on the speedometer.
“How does it feel, Angel?” He groans, gripping my hips and guiding them forward and back.
“So good,” I moan, starting to really struggle with keeping the car straight. “Wes, I don’t know if I can keep this up.”
“Yeah you can. Look at you driving my car while sitting on my cock, making you feelso fucking good.”
“Please,” I plead, not even sure what I’m asking for. More, less, to not end up with this car wrapped around a pole or driving offa cliff.
“Look at you saying please,” he coos. “Not being so much of a brat now, are you? Is this all it takes to get you to behave?”
I don’t know what to say, all I can do is feel, and try to focus. I’m not doing a very good job because the car swerves again when Wes thrusts up and I feel the telltale signs of an orgasm.
“Please let me pull over,” I beg, wanting to not risk our safety for the sake of release. Even though right now, as I squeeze and moan, I’m starting to care less and less about safety and am more focused on finding the peak of orgasm.
Instead of listening to me he speeds up even more. I cry out his name, feeling tears starting to form while I begin to shake. The threat of release so close.
“Hold it,” he demands through gritted teeth.
I whimper, not sure if I can, but he lets the car slow down, and I turn the wheel to pull us off the road. As soon as he puts the car in park, I let out a loud moan of relief at the fact that we aren’t about to die because I’m too blind from pleasure to control the car.
Wes lifts me off his lap, lightly tossing me over onto the passenger seat. My legs are draped over the middle console. I open my mouth to complain, but he’s stepping out of the car. I stay frozen in the seat, watching him walk around the front with his pants barely hanging up on his hips.
He opens the passenger door, easily lifting me out, carrying me to the hood where he lays me down. The hot metal stings against my skin, but it hardly bothers me because Wes is immediatelydropping down to his knees on the gravel, pulling my shorts off, and latching his mouth onto me.
I cry out, my back arching as he licks me, bringing me right back to the brink of the orgasm he stopped just a minute ago. My hands find the hair on the top of his head, yanking him harder against me.
He lets out a groan that sends a vibration through me. I moan his name loudly, not caring where we are or who could potentially be around. I don’t care.
“That’s it, Angel, come for me.” I do what he says, detonating against his mouth.
I’m coming so violently I hardly notice him standing up, and slamming inside me once again, causing my release to explode even harder around him.
“Fuck yeah, that’s what I wanted,” he groans.
I grapple for him. Grabbing the back of his shirt, digging my nails into his skin as he fucks me brutally against the hood of his car. I swear it feels like my orgasm doesn’t even end with the way he’s hitting all the right spots.
Wes groans, dropping his lips onto mine, kissing me while he finds his own release. Even as we both come back down to Earth he doesn’t stop kissing me. The worst part is, I don’t want him to.
CHAPTER 28
Wes
I drive us back home,and while there’s a tiny part of me that wants to have Bailey in my bed for the rest of the night, I know I can’t. Once our fun is over, we go our separate ways and that’s just how it has to be. I don’t sleep well, and even when I do the nightmares plague me. I know I can yell and thrash around and it wouldn’t be safe for her. That’s why I never share a bed with another person.
Add in the fact that I don’t think she would evenwantto stay the night with me. What we just did is where our interactions end.
