She moans, her head tilted back, and I can see the start of a flush crawl up her chest. With one hand still holding her against me while she rocks her hips, I use the other to tug on the tie that rests atop her shoulder, and just as Ihad hoped, it loosens and the side of her dress falls low. I quickly tear down the other, and her dress pools at her waist. Thank fuck, because she’s not wearing a bra, either.
Even with the excessive humidity, goosebumps pebble her exposed flesh. I lean her back, making sure she can still ride my thigh, but I’m desperate to taste her. I pull a nipple into my mouth, sucking and nipping, taking pleasure for myself as much as I want to give to her.
Her hands rake through the sides of my hair, knocking my hat off somewhere behind me. I tug harder on her nipple, urging her hips to move faster, and I can tell by her breathy moans that she’s close.
“That’s it, baby. Use me. Ride my thigh until you come. I want that pussy dripping for me when I finally fuck you.”
“Grayson,” she whines, a slight laugh to her voice. “This is crazy … I’ve never came like this before. Oh my gosh, I’m … I’m so close.”
“Good,” I grunt in between sucks, releasing one nipple with a loud pop as I move to suck on the other. And when I curve a hand behind her, rounding her ass to deliver a gentle, but firm slap, she squeals, shuddering on my lap as her orgasm hits.
My cock is straining in my jeans, desperate to join the party, but I let her ride it out, kissing and sucking everyinch of skin I can reach. And when she lifts her head, coming back to reality, a satisfied and devilish look crosses her face.
“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” I tease, kissing her lips. I break the kiss to quickly flip her around, and she squeals, grabbing onto my knees for balance. She’s sitting on my lap, and with a hand pressed between her shoulder blades, I gently push, lowering her chest until it hits the steering wheel.
The act puts her perfect ass on display, and I tug up the hem of her dress, exposing her bare flesh to me. Her dress sits high on her waist, giving me an unobstructed view of her back, of muscles that make up her shoulders and the notches of her spine. I raise a hand, trailing a finger from the top of her spine down, skipping over her dress and letting it graze her round ass.
“Fucking hell, woman. This body could kill me, you know that?”
“Grayson,” she murmurs, wiggling her ass against me. "Ineedyou." I deliver a playful slap and she moans, her head twisting to look at me over her shoulder. “Again.”
I pull my hand back a little further, bringing it down with a slap, this one harder. The sound echoes through the otherwise silent field, followed by her little whimpers, and I bring my hand back for another one, and another.Her body jerks slightly, and the side of her cheek blooms a beautiful pink. “Is that all you got?” Her voice is low, sultry, and the last of my resolve splinters.
I quickly let go of her to loosen my belt, and with her bare ass still on display for me, she peers over her shoulder. Holly watches every move—the tug on my zipper, the clink of my belt as I shove my pants and briefs to my knees. Her eyes widen at my hard cock, as if she hasn’t seen it before, as if I haven’t shoved it in her perfect mouth. I stroke myself a few times, letting her watch.
“Fuck, baby. Shit,” I hiss, realization dawning that I don’t have a condom. I reach down to grab my pants and briefs when she stops me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks as her eyes dart across my face.
I groan, leaning back in the seat. “I don’t have a condom on me. Nothing. I wasn’t … They’re all at the house. I wasn’t expecting anything like this.”
She arches her back, giving me an unobstructed view of her swollen pussy, and just when I think she’s going to stand and lower her dress, she peers over her shoulder again, whispering so softly and slowly, “Well, good thing I’m on birth control, so you can just fuck me bare.”
I’m now certain—one hundred percent without a doubt sure—that I’ve died and gone to heaven. Becausethe most beautiful woman I have ever met, one with a heart of gold, is back to grinding her pert little ass against my dick, telling me to take her bare.
“You serious, baby?” I ask, but I’m already twisting the hem of her dress in my hands, lifting it up to her waist. With one hand sliding up her spine to grip the back of her neck, I lean her over. I bring my mouth down, kissing the pink skin, my handprint nearly visible on her ass.
My hand rears back, and I spank her again. Just like before, she yelps, but then moans, all breathless, and when I curl my hand over her stomach, I find her wet between her legs. “Sweetheart,” I rasp, pressing my lips to her lower back. “You’re dripping all over my hand.”
She lowers herself onto my lap, angling my cock in between her legs, and she rocks back and forth, back and forth, her wetness coating my dick. Pausing only to grab the hem of her dress, she bunches the fabric and brings it up and over her head, discarding it onto the ground that surrounds us.
I moan, loud and rough, as my head falls back. Fuck me. Holly fully naked and grinding herself on me is more than I could’ve ever hoped for.
My hands roam all over her body, from her sinful hips to her shoulders, curling around to tease a nipple. She arches back, pushing her breasts into my palms, beggingme for more. And just when I’m about to burst, I slow her motions and lift her up, bending her over again until her chest hits the steering wheel. And when I lift her ass to line her up, I swear I hear her murmur please.
But she doesn’t have to beg. I’m already spitting on my hand, using that to stroke my dick, and then I’m ushering her down, pushing the first inch of my dick inside of her.
I give her a second to adjust to my size, and then I push in another inch. Once her breathing evens out, she starts wiggling the rest of the way on. When she’s halfway down, with one heavy exhale, I push forward.
We both gasp once I’m fully inside her, and then I pull her up by the shoulders, needing to hold her while she sits on my lap.
She arches back, twisting her head to find my lips, and I cup her chin, pulling her to me as our lips meet. I kiss her hard, pouring all my emotion into this one moment, and she’s just as desperate, kissing me just as hard until we pull away.
She adjusts her position, sitting center in my lap, and we both face forward. The sun has started to disappear, and we’re nearly shrouded in darkness. I’m a little bummed that our first time won’t be where I can see her, where I can memorize each little flutter of her eye, each curl of her lip when something hits just right.
But that will come after. I’ll fuck her right here, right where anyone could drive by and see us. And then I want to take her home and lay her out underneath me. Spend the entire night rocking into her, memorizing her moans, the way her hair looks against my sheets, the feel of her entire body pressed against mine.
Holly leans forward, placing a hand on each of my knees for balance before raising her hips. She arches her lower back and pulls almost all of the way out of me before slamming back down. She continues at that rate, giving me wild, sloppy thrusts that have me ready to burst. I ghost my hands over her sinful hips and watch where we’re connected, where my dirty, thick body meets her soft and pale one. We’re so different, such a contrast, but at the same time, I’ve never felt anything so right.
