“Get those fuckin’shorts off,” Nico grunts as he pulls onto a dirt patch in the middle of some trees in the middle of nowhere. I do as I’m told seconds before he puts the car in park and hauls me over the center console to straddle him.
It’s just too easy to distract him from things that are hard. Just make him hard.
I find and meet his mouth immediately, groaning when our teeth collide when his tongue licks in and searches the inside of my mouth to meet mine. We fly back as Nico pulls the lever under his seat, moving us as far back as it goes, tearing his mouth away only to rip off my hoodie. He’s hard—so hard already, and I’m already panting for it, grinding down and feeling the heat of him through his shorts and my panties while his hands squeeze my ass in delightful points of pain.
“I need it,” I exhale the second we come up for air. “Faster. Please, please?—”
He shoves me back against the steering wheel, balancing me on his knees while he manages to get his shorts and boxers down.
Then, “Nico?” echoes through the car speakers.
We freeze.
“Hello?” Tom’s stupid fucking voice reverberates against all the windows.
Fuck.Fuck. I reach behind me blindly to start pressing random buttons on the steering wheel to hang up the call, when Nico traps both my hands behind my back.
He grins at me, pupils dilated and sparkling with evil delight. “Hey, man,” Nico answers.
Oh,hellno. I try to rip my hands out of his grasp, but his fingers hold tighter.
“Hey! Just wanted to see how your trip was going. You driving now?”
Nico reaches over himself with his free hand. He pulls his seatbelt out as far as it will go until it locks with asnap. He brings it behind my back.
Be good, he mouths, and I halt all movement.
“Nah, not driving right now,” he says.
I feel him wrap the belt around my wrists, fidgeting with it, his eyes locked on mine in question.
I nod.
When he lets go, all the slack gets pulled back with a series ofclickclickclicks, and I am trapped. My wrists are entirely immobilized.
“Ah. Good. Where are you right now?”
Nico tugs up my shirt, baring my tits. “Not sure,” he says. “Bumblefuck, Florida, I think.” He licks at a nipple with the flat of his tongue, jiggling and bouncing it before pulling it into the heat of his mouth.
I try to be good, but a whimper leaves my throat.
He pinches the other one in punishment.
I try harder to swallow it down this time, and I’m rewarded. He draws me over him with two large hands at my ass.
“How’s traveling with the spawn of Satan for a week been?”
I frown but keep my mouth shut.
“I dunno, man,” Nico begins with a pleased smile, his hand drifting down between us to pull my underwear to the side, sliding his fingers back and forth and across my slit, spreading my wetness all over me before slathering some on himself. He draws me down.
“I think she’s being—” I feel the thick head of him pushing against my entrance,
“—really,” he pulls me down onto his cock, sheathing himself with my pussy slowly, so fucking slowly, watching my face the entire time,
“—really,” there’s still a burn, a stretch he’s learned I love, and he forces past until he’s seated to the hilt,
“—good.”
