This feels good.
It feels reckless. Daring. Adventurous. Wrong, but in thebestway.
I bite my lower lip as a particularly hard ram from the pig makes the car bounce harder. The motion sends a spiraling sensation of need deep within my vagina, and I want to let go.
I want to let myself come.
Right here.
“Do you think it’ll get tired soon?”Myvoice is thick. And it hitches on the last word as the sway of the car makes my clit rub particularly deliciously against Theo’s hard length.
“Don’t—know—stamina of a—pig.”
Oh, god.
He’s turned on too.
He issoturned on.
The pig hits the car.
Crap.Crap. Crap fuck no no no no—yes.
That last jostle is pushing me over the edge and I’m coming.
I’m coming.
I’m having a freaking orgasm on top of Theo and his breathing is labored and I think he’s coming too.
I do.
I think I have just rubbed one out for him through our clothes by riding the waves of a wild pig shaking this wrecked convertible.
You wanted to live, Laney, that voice of temptation and sin whispers deep inside me while little earthquakes rock my core.
Yes.
Yes, I want to live.
But this isnothow I sawlivinggoing when I got up this morning.
Theo stifles another noise deep in his throat as I realize the car is no longer moving beneath us.
The pig is gone.
The freaking pig prompted both of us to come, and now it’s freaking gone.
Neither of us says anything for a long, loooong time.
We just lie there, me splayed across Theo, him catching his breath beneath me, in a wrecked car in the middle of a road to nowhere, eventually working up the nerve to stare at each other.
And when I look at Theo, it’s like I’m seeing someone completely different.
Like we have no history. No animosity. No complications.
In this moment, we’re simply two people supporting each other through an unexpectedly erotic experience brought on by a wild animal in paradise.
“Are you okay?” he finally says.
