I groaned against her skin. “You’re so fucking wet, Peyton.”
She whimpered. I curled my finger, dragged it out, found her clit, and started rubbing in tight circles. She threw her head back, moaning too loud for a parking lot, and I didn’t care. I wanted to hear every sound she made.
She came in seconds—hard, sudden, thighs shaking. I kept rubbing until she was trembling, gasping, looking down at me with wide, stunned eyes.
“That was…” She swallowed. “That was my first one. Ever.”
I froze. “You’ve never come before?”
She shook her head, cheeks flaming. “I tried. A lot. Just…couldn’t.”
Something primal snapped loose in my chest. Knowing no one else had ever given her this—knowing I was the first—made me so hard, it hurt.
She reached for my belt before I could say anything else. I lifted my hips, helped her shove my jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh. My cock sprang free, thick and leaking, and she just…stared. Like it was a miracle.
Her fingers wrapped around me—tentative at first, then firmer. Then she climbed off me, settling onto the seat next to me, and leaned down to take me in her mouth.
Hot. Wet. Perfect.
I groaned, head falling back against the seat, one hand fisting gently in her hair while the other found her breast again, my thumb brushing over her nipple. She moaned around me, and the vibration nearly ended me right there.
“Peyton—stop. Fuck, stop.” I tugged her up. “I’m too close.”
She looked dazed, lips swollen. I had to have her. All of her.
“Take everything off,” I said, my voice wrecked. “Panties too. Now.”
She scrambled to obey, kicking off shoes and jeans and underwear while I watched every inch of skin revealed. When she was naked, I pulled her onto my lap.
I paused, reality cutting through the haze. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill.” She met my eyes, steady. “It’s okay.”
The words hit different. I pictured it—her belly round, my baby inside her—and the thought didn’t scare me. It settled somewhere deep, warm, and right. I liked it. More than I should’ve.
She straddled me again and lined me up. Just the head of me notched against her entrance, and I had to grit my teeth.
“It’ll hurt at first,” I warned, my hands settling on her hips. “Go slow, baby.”
She nodded.
Then I said something I hadn’t planned. “Show me how you touch yourself.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, but she did it—slid her fingers down, started circling her clit the way she must have tried so many times alone. Watching her was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I guided her hips in shallow rocks—just enough to stretch her around the head without pushing too deep. Every slide was torture. She was so tight, so hot, gripping me like she was made for this. I was already fighting not to thrust up into her.
“You feel incredible,” I rasped. “So fucking good. I’m not going to last long like this.”
She kept touching herself, faster now, eyes fluttering closed as she moaned. The sight of her—head tipped back, lips parted, fingers working her clit while she took more and more of me—pushed me right to the edge.
She sank deeper without flinching. No pain on her face anymore—just pure, stunned pleasure. She came again, clenching hard around me, and that was it.
I buried my face in her neck, teeth grazing her skin to muffle the groan as I came inside her. Pulse after pulse, filling her, marking her in the most primitive way possible. She trembled through it with me, arms wrapped tight around my shoulders.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, while the world outside slowly filtered back in. Voices. Footsteps. A dog barking somewhere close.
I glanced out the tinted window. Two volunteers were heading in this direction, maybe twenty yards off.
