Scotty reacts instantly.
His hands grip my hips tighter, guiding my movements. He drags me over exactly where he wants me, where heneedsme, and the way he’s looking at me as though I’m everything he’s ever wanted makes me bold.
I roll my hips in a slow, deliberate circle.
The sound he makes… God.
“Fuck, Princess,” he breathes, his head falling back against the seat. His hands slide from my hips to my ass, squeezing as he pushes me down against him.
I lean forward, my mouth finding the exposed column of his throat. I kiss and suck my way down to his collarbone, feeling his pulse race beneath my lips. His hands move up my back, one tangling in my hair while the other palms my breast through my hoodie.
“Laura,” he groans when I bite down gently on his neck. “We're in a parking lot, and you’re going to make me come in my pants like a fucking teenager.”
“Don’t care. No one can see us.” I tug his hair again, harder this time, loving the way his breath stutters. “It’s dark. We’re way back here and there aren’t anyother cars.” I kiss him. “Even if someone did see… I’m done pretending I don't want this. That I don’t want you.”
His eyes snap open, locking with mine. “You mean that? You don’t want to hide us anymore?”
“Yes.” I cup his face in both hands. “I’m tired of running. I’m tired of being scared. You showed up for me today when everyone else would’ve let me fall on my ass. You always show up.” My voice goes quiet. “Even when I push you away.”
He leans forward, pressing his forehead against mine. “Always will, Princess. I’m not going anywhere.”
I grind down harder. His cock fits perfectly between my thighs, thick and straining against his pants, and the pressure makes my breath hitch. I do it again, slower this time, dragging right over him to feel every part of his cock.
“Then show me you aren’t leaving,” I whisper, rocking against him. “Right here. Right now.”
His eyes drag down my body, then back to my mouth. “What do you mean?”
“Well, do you remember when you said you like feedback?”
He groans. “Yeah.”
“Well,” I murmur, my hands sliding down his chest to the waistband of his pants, “tonight I wantyours.”
His body tenses, his grip tightening on my hips.
“Laura…”
“I want to hear what I do to you,” I say, leaning in so my lips brush against his ear. “Every. Fucking. Second.”
“Laura…” he groans, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
I sink lower on his lap, my mouth drifting down his throat.
“So,” I whisper, kissing his pulse, “are you going to give me what I want?”
He groans, his head falling back. “You're going to kill me.”
I take that as permission and slip my hand beneath his waistband, under his boxers, wrapping my fingers around him.
Fuck. He's so hard, and thick. I knew he was big after the fountain incident, but I never thought I’d be here and wanting him like this.
I squeeze slowly, testing him, wanting to know everything—how sensitive he is, how fast he gets there, what makes him lose control.
“Fuck, Princess…” he groans, his hips jerking up into my palm. “Just like that.”
I stroke him again, tighter this time. His eyes are half-lidded, his breath coming out rough and uneven.
“Faster,” he rasps. “Your hand feels perfect.”
