And he loseshisbalance.
And then the two of us are splayed together in the passenger seat, which has collapsed beneath us, both of us panting, our noses barely an inch apart, every inch of his solid body lined up against mine.
Belly to belly.
My breasts squished against his broad chest.
My thighs spread across his pelvis.
Our eyes locked.
It’s the locked eyes that are the worst.
Maybe.
The growing bulge against my pubic bone might be the very worst.
Okay, not the very worst. It’s definitely worse when the pig rams the car again, making the whole thing rock, which rocks my nipples against his chest while also rocking his erection against a spotsooooclose to my clit, but notquitethere.
And I want it to be there.
It’s raw, primal instinct. I haven’t had a date in months. Okay, over a year.
God help me, this is the closest thing to sex I’ve had in over a year.
And it’swith Theo.
The pig flings itself against the side of the car with an ungodly squeal. My leg slips and opens me up so that my clit is rubbing against Theo’s shaft while the car jolts around us.
Accident.
I swear.
Just trying to hang on. If it happens to take clamping my legs around his hips for purchase, then I guess that’s the price I have to pay.
Theo’s eyes bore into mine, his pupils getting larger and his lids getting lower. He licks his lips. Visibly swallows. “That thing’s pissed,” he says while the animal hits the convertible once more.
“Y-you would be t-too.” Oh, god, his cock feels good against my clit.Sinfullygood.
It shouldn’t.
But it does.
And isn’t this fun?a little voice that sounds like a long-forgotten me whispers deep inside my head.
The car rocks. Theo’s erection shamelessly rubs my clit. I stifle a moan at the sheer pleasure flowing through my body and pretend I’m whimpering in terror.
What would life be like if I could justenjoythis? If I didn’t feel that sense of fear, that feeling that I’m disappointing my parents every time I want sex that won’t lead to babies?
What if I just let go?
What if I stripped naked and had sex with Theo right here, in the middle of a road, while a wild pig attacks our car?
“It needs to stop.” Theo’s voice is thick. He closes his eyes, the tendons in his neck straining. “It’s going to hurt itself.”
Is he sayingIneed to stop?
I don’t want to stop.
