I let my head fall back in pure bliss. He was now using his finger in my ass to guide us, rock us. He picked up speed, his other hand moving from my hip to my clit.
“Ooh huh huh.” I bellowed. It was like these sounds were stored in some untouchable place, untouchable it seemed from anyone but Callum. He was a magician, an explorer, a pirate searching for his lost treasure, and he found it. Every. Fucking. Time.
He was rocking and moving faster and faster, and my moans were getting louder.
“If you’re not quieter, the cops are going to get called.”
“Let them come. They’ll bring the handcuffs.”
His mouth took mine as he pounded and rocked harder and harder. There was no way the car wasn’t moving, and we were parked on a very busy downtown street in the middle of the afternoon, but I didn’t care. The only thing that existed right now was his cock.
“I’m…” I stuttered.
“Come with me.” He commanded.
Two thrusts later, his mouth on mine, I unleashed another groan from deep within as my orgasm tore through me. My body continued to grind slower and slower each time, riding every ounce of that feeling I could. He took each breast in his mouth, giving them a quick suck and a nibble before he reached into the door handle and pulled out some wet wipes.
“Just in case you need a good anal sesh in the back of your car?”
He looked at me, throwing the wipe in my face.
I giggled, grabbing it and climbing off him so I could clean the cum dripping out of me. “You know. This would have been a great time to have a condom. I don’t have panties, so now I get to walk around the rest of the afternoon with your cum leaking out of me.”
“Maybe I wanted to mark you as mine.”
I felt the sting in his words, because while he was kidding. I would never be his or even theirs. “Yours for a few group fucks.” I tried not to sound bitter or upset.
“It was supposed to be only two fucks, period. So you’re capped out.”
I felt my heart racing as disappointment weaved through my veins like a snake in the grass.
“But I don’t think the boys would allow that, which is why I’m going to get in a lot of trouble.”
“Was it worth it?” I asked.
“Every goddamned second.” He looked around at the people passing by on the sidewalk. “I’d do it again if I didn’t think we’d get in more trouble.”
I slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry.” I leaned over and kissed his chest. “I missed seeing this.” I ran my palm over his pecs. “And these.” I traced my fingers over several of his tattoos. “Such a man of mystery. So guarded. Hidden from the world.”
He kissed my forehead and reached for the wet wipe I held in my hand to add to the one in his fist. He stuffed them in a small trash can in the back of the car. He bent down and handed me my bra and I clipped it back together, then pulled my shirt back down.
“You want these?” He asked, holding up my panties from last night. “I washed them for you.”
“You washed them or had someone else wash them?”
His head snapped back in defense. “I washed them. In the sink with lavender soap.”
“You hand washed my panties?”
He playfully tapped my nose. “I’m not completely helpless.”
“Hmmpf.”
“Hmmpf?” He mocked, tickling my side.
