“Not about legal documents, no.” I shift a little on his lap, and Ian gives a stifled groan. I plant a kiss in the space beside his ear, and another right below it where his pulse is hammering. “I was thinking about what’s on page three hundred and forty-one.”
I draw back again to study his face. He looks even more perplexed, if that’s possible.
“You’re going to have to help me out,” he says. “Is that the section on life insurance or the part about trust accounts?”
“Neither.” I brush my tongue along the edge of his ear, giving a light nip when I reach his lobe. “It’s the copy of your recent medical exam showing you are 100 percent healthy and fit.”
I meet his eyes in time to see the flicker of understanding. Now he gets it. His throat moves as he swallows. “That’s right.”
“I’m guessing you haven’t checked your email since before dinner,” I say, “but if you had, you would see a copy of my perfect bill of health, including regular prescriptions. Like birth control pills, for instance.”
Even if I couldn’t see the heat flickering in his eyes, I’d still feel his hardness throbbing between my legs. It’s still in his pants, but not for long.
“Jesus,” Ian breathes. “Are you saying?—”
I nod, but I don’t bother with words. I’d rather show him anyway. I reach between my legs and slowly undo his zipper. There’s no need to rid myself of any layers, since I did as he asked and skipped the panties.
My mouth waters as I take out his cock, gripping it tightly in my fist.
Ian gives a soft groan. “You’re sure?”
“Positive. Are you?”
He nods, and there’s an expression of wonder in his eyes. “I’ve never—not without a condom, I mean.”
It’s my turn to be surprised. “Really?”
“Really. I’ve always been 100 percent safe.”
A shiver of pleasure courses through me. It’s such a small first, but for some reason it feels big to me. Or maybe that’s Ian’s cock in my hand.
I don’t waste any more time. Gripping him at the root, I guide him inside me. I mean to go slowly, but he feels so fucking good that I sink down hard and fast.
“Holy fuck.” I gasp as he fills me completely, rocked by the pleasure of it.
Ian looks stunned, too, and more blissed out than I’ve ever seen him. He closes his eyes, his expression almost reverent as I start to move on top of him.
“Sarah,” he chokes out, gripping my hips. “Christ. I’ve never felt anything like this.”
Me neither, but I don’t mean the same thing he does. He’s hard and thick and yeah, that feels great. But there’s a different connection here. A joining that goes beyond our bodies, a connection that’s deeper than anything we’re doing physically. My eyes threaten to close as pleasure wraps me in a woolly cocoon, but I force myself to stay locked with Ian. Our gazes meld together, and in that moment we’re connected in a million ways I’ve never come close to being with anyone else.
I rock my hips faster, groaning from the delicious friction of my clit against his body. His shoulders are hard under my hands, and when his mouth finds my throat, that’s just one more contact point of pleasure. I breathe him in, wishing I knew what cologne he wears. It’s intoxicating, and even though I don’t recognize it from college, it’s familiar somehow. So is he, the way we fit together as I move on his lap with pressure building inside me.
The windows are getting steamy, and anyone seeing our car from the outside would notice it rocking. But there’s no one else. It’s just the two of us, gasping and grabbing and writhing against each other.
“Sarah, oh my God. You’re so soft. So—holy Christ. Sarah.”
I love how he keeps saying my name. Like he can’t believe it’s really me, that he’s doing this with me, with the friend he’s known for years. But we’re more than friends now. I don’t know what we are exactly, but the fire and connection between us is otherworldly.
Pleasure fizzes up inside me like that bottle of champagne we uncorked at the table. I feel myself bubbling over, and I cry out as I drive myself onto him.
“Ian.”
He thrusts up harder, needing no more direction than that one word. It’s enough, this is enough, and he pumps into me through each new starburst of pleasure. He’s a few seconds behind me, but I feel it the instant he lets go. There’s a ripple of tremors as he groans and fills me up completely.
I collapse against his chest, panting like—like—like we just fucked in the backseat of a car like a couple of horny teenagers.
A giggle slips out. “I can’t believe we just had car sex.”
