Although most nights sex is involved. I guess tonight will be different since we are in the back of his car, and there are no curtains on the windows.
Ringo climbs up and closes us in a few minutes later, both of us bumping into each other as we manoeuvre in the small space to slip under the blankets to get warm.
“It’s gonna be a cold night, Angel. Make sure you cuddle up to me nice and close.”
I giggle as I settle against his side, his arm sliding under me as he draws me even closer.
“It is cold. Maybe I should put my hoodie back on.” I shiver, and Ringo reaches over with his other hand, running it up and down my bare back to help warm me.
“You won’t need clothes on,” he rasps into my hair, his lips pressing there a moment later.
“But it’s cold,” I whine, and he gives me a squeeze.
“You won’t be cold soon, Angel.”
I giggle at the little thrust of his hips, letting me know he’s already hard.
“We can’t have sex in here,” I point out, and he scoffs.
“Why the fuck not?”
“There’s not enough room.” I giggle, already starting to feel warmer from his body heat.
“It’s the perfect amount of room,” he says, gripping my thigh, and hitching it over his hip, opening me up. “Close quarters, Angel. No way to avoid brushing against each other.”
He does another one of his thrusts, and the head of his dick presses to my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
“But someone might see in,” I weakly protest, melting against him as my body heats from the inside out.
“Let them. I don’t give a shit about anyone else but you right now,” he groans, before finding my lips with his.
His tongue is searing against mine in a kiss that goes on and on. So often we move straight onto other stuff, but this time, Ringo kisses me thoroughly, and who knew just that alone would have me whimpering with need.
“Fuck, Angel. I could kiss you all day,” he rasps, his facial hair tickling my neck as he nibbles down to my breasts.
Then, just like he does so often now, he licks and then sucks on my nipple, drawing it deep as my milk starts flowing into his mouth.
His magical hand slides down my body, finding my clit and circling it, quickly building the pleasure inside me to fever pitch.
When he’s done with one breast, he shifts to the other, grinding his hard shaft against my thigh as he drinks from me.
In a matter of minutes, I’m writhing against him, the sounds of the men outside slipping away as my focus shifts to everywhere he’s touching and kissing me.
Desperate to feel him too, I reach down between us, finding his erection and wrapping my hand around it.
He hisses in a sharp breath, the vibration of it teasing my nipple, and his fingers work faster over my sensitive bundle of nerves as I let myself go.
I cry out as the first spasm hits, his fingers speeding up in a relentless assault, dragging my climax out as wave after wave ripples through me.
When my hearing starts to return to normal, I realise how loud my panting is, and snap my eyes open in shock.
“Hey, beautiful.” Ringo grins, and embarrassment rushes over me at how well I can see him from the glow of lights coming in through the windows.
If I can see him, then he can see me.
“Making you come is better than me coming myself.”
My brows shoot up. “Really?”
