I might make a squeal when he drops the keys into my cupped hands. I might smack another kiss on his lips even though the pressure causes the split to deepen. I might even cop the tiniest feel of his gorgeous arse as he presses against me, his cock growing hard along my thigh, making my clit jump in delight.
“Where d’you want me to drive?”
He waits until I’m behind the wheel to give me instructions, sending me on a journey into the hills, high above the city.
To control the powerful car makes me feel powerful too. Like my feet and hands don’t just touch the vehicle but merge with it until it becomes an integral part of my body’s system, no longer flesh and blood but steel and glass, rubber and alloy.
The night air is so cold, the lights of the city are clearly visible. So, too, are the stars, rising from the glow of urban pollution to sparkle high above.
We hit the hilltop and I keep going, winding around the curves, driving into the fresh scents of a pine forest before emerging to the dry scrub, tussocks dotted here and there, flax bushes the only grass strong enough to survive the continual assault of the prevailing wind.
But as much as I love the drive, I’m looking forward to parking and being alone with Lachlan more.
I pull to a halt in a gravel park, barely a metre from the road. Public if anyone else were to come this way, though given the hour, that’s unlikely.
Lachlan reclines his seat and lifts me onto his lap so I’m straddling him, thighs having to spread so wide to rest my knees either side that it leave me open, exposed. He manoeuvres me as easily as if I were a doll.
“Sorry I was a few minutes late. I came straight to you, but they kept us at the dance for ages.”
“What? Just for stabbing another student. How dare they?”
“Are you in much pain?”
“Nothing that can’t be fixed with liberal application of vitamin D.”
He bursts into laughter, sliding his hand up under my skirts, finding me bare. “You didn’t put another pair on?”
I brush some strands of his long fringe back, so I have aclearer view of his face. The natural beauty surrounding us is incredible, a nourishment for the soul, but doesn’t hold a patch to the natural beauty resting between my spread legs.
“You must think I’m made of underwear. Two pairs in one night? Sheer luxury.”
“Every time you think of wearing pants, know that I’m going to strip them off you and confiscate them.” He rubs his palm over my bare butt cheek, making me shiver when his finger strays close to my needy pussy. I pump my hips gently, letting him know if he just stretched a bit further, he could put that hand to better use.
His other hand delves beneath my skirts, cupping my arse as he positions me so my clit is flat against his rock hard erection. A moan escapes my lips and I bend my head, trying to muffle the sound against his chest.
“No hiding,” he whispers. “That’s not fair.”
I tilt my chin up so he can see me, resting my elbows either side of his face while I kiss him again, leisurely, clamping my teeth briefly over his lower lip, seeing how he likes to be the one bitten instead of the bitee.
He bumps his pelvis upwards, hitting hard against my centre. I take that as a sign of assent and try again, this time nipping the sensitive skin in the curve of his neck.
“Little vampire.” He chuckles.
“You can talk.” My hands go on an exploratory mission, tugging his shirt out from his waistband and slipping underneath so I can touch his hard abs, the taut skin over defined muscles, the dip at the side where my hand wants to follow.
“Go ahead,” he tells me, reading minds his new speciality. “Take whatever you want.”
I unbuckle his belt, my fingers slipping on the slick leather in my eagerness. When I wrap my hands around his cock, air puffsbetween his teeth and he grabs large handfuls of my arse, squeezing tight.
“I won’t last long if you’re playing with me.”
Right now, I don’t care. My hand caresses up and down his silken skin, wary of rubbing too hard, tipping my hips so he hits lightly against my clit, just a tease.
Then he moves, pulls my hands away, flips me over and lifts my skirts so my bare backside is flush against his skin. He uses my body, rubbing me against him while his fingers slip inside me, stroking along the inside of my folds, pressing hard when my muscles twitch, then gentler, dipping his middle finger into my entrance, inserting it, curling it as he pumps in and out, in and out.
“How many times do you want me to make you come?” is his harsh whisper in my ear. His voice cracks with lust, sending me over the edge in such an unexpected rush that I freefall my way through the orgasm, juddering and shuddering in his arms.
“That’s one. Is my good girl going to give me another?”
