It takes me no more than a second to get my underwear off, and then I’m straddling his thigh.
“Can I do it?” he asks. I nod instantly, and then his hand is against me, spreading my lips gently and opening my sex up to him. The cool air tickles the flesh, and my body clenches as it prepares for what’s to come. I push myself onto his thigh and begin rubbing myself against him, using his thigh in an effort to get me off. I rub my clit against his thigh tattoo, branding him in another way, other than my name inked into the skin.
“I love that this is mine,” I moan.
“Every inch of me is yours,” he confesses. “Always has been.”
I rest my forehead against his, both of us breathing in the same little bit of air as I inhale, and he exhales. The hair on his thigh tickles my skin and adds to the heat coursing through me caused by the friction on my clit.
“God, I’m getting close.” I breathe out.
“Oh, thank fuuuuck,” he groans.“Ride me like I’m yours, Saint, and then come all over my thigh. Mark me, baby.” I’m gliding along his thigh easily now, my pussy dripping all over him. “You’re so fucking wet,” he says in a low, gruff voice that only comes out when his orgasm is looming, and he’s trying to hold off on coming. His hands trail down my body to my hips, and he starts moving me faster against him. I grip his shoulders for leverage, and my eyes flutter shut just as my orgasm starts.“Oh, there it is. Fucking give that shit to me now.” My eyes are still closed, so I don’t notice his hand until it’s wrappedaround the nape of my neck, and my mouth is slammed against his. My thrusts against him are so erratic at this point, but I don’t care. All I care about is the pleasure between my legs and the man responsible for it.
I finally stop moving and drop my forehead to his shoulder as I try to slow my breathing and my racing heart. “Jesus,” I whisper. My pussy feels raw and swollen, but the need to have Wild inside me is building by the second, so I don’t waste another moment before I reach inside his briefs to pull out his dick.
“Yes,” he says, his voice hoarse and thick with lust. “Do that again on my dick,” he says, referring to my orgasm. I grip his cock, wrapping my hand around the base, and let him graze my entrance, dragging the tip through my wet slit. “Don’t you dare fucking tease me after you just grinded your sexy little pussy all over me. Put it in,” he says through gritted teeth.
“I… I’m not sure it’ll fit.” I tell him, pushing us back into our role-play.
His eyes, which were previously full of hunger, soften dramatically at the thought of channeling himself from eight years ago. “We’ll go slow.” He nods at me as he puts his hand gently over mine. “But play with your clit for me. It’ll make it feel better.” He puts his fingers on top of mine, and together, we begin to slowly rub my clit in circles. “Keep it wet and hot.” He’s staring at my pussy where it hovers barely an inch over his cock before I move down slowly, letting his leaking tip kiss the folds.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I say as I watch us in fascination.
“I’ve never wanted to do this with anyone but you,” he says as he drags his nose down the side of my face. I gasp, and then I push myself onto him, caring less about staying in the moment of “losing my virginity” and more about feeling his cock inside me. He groans when he bottoms out inside me and then againwhen I move up and glide slowly down him again. I press my lips to his, and they begin moving in a similar rhythm to our movements below. It’s been a long time since we’ve had sex in a car, but the muscle memory comes back easily.
He breaks away from my lips, dragging them across my cheek, and whispers in my ear, “You’re doing so good taking me like this.”Fuck me, that’s so hot.He doesn’t wait for my reply before he asks, “You okay?” I nod in response as the pleasure coursing through me momentarily takes away my ability to form a sentence. Our pace picks up as he helps me bounce hard on his lap.
“Oh God, don’t stop!” I cry out. “So good, so, so good.” I chant.
“I want to fill you up,” he tells me. “I want you so full I’m dripping down your legs like the night of your junior prom.” I gasp as I’m reminded of that night. It was his senior year and my junior year, so we both attended, but obviously, we couldn’t go together. But it didn’t stop us from disappearing in the middle of the night and fucking in a bathroom stall of the venue where we had our prom. He came inside me and then slid my underwear back up my legs, holding everything in place.
It was so sexy and filthy that it served as inspiration while I masturbated for months after that.
I open my mouth to tell him I want that when his phone starts ringing through the car's Bluetooth. I turn around toward the central display where the word “Mom” is illuminated on the screen.
He turns my chin toward him. “I’ll call her back. I need to get you off.”
“Fitting that she’d call while we were here. Feels just like old times.” I chuckle, but I can feel my orgasm slipping away just like it always did when I felt like we were on the precipice of getting in trouble.
I know it’s different now, but something about her calling right when I’m about to come feels eerie and unnerving. Like, somehow, she knows what we’re doing even though we’re no longer teenagers living under her roof. I start to move off him when he grips my hips, keeping me in place.
“Hey, what is it?” he asks, grabbing my chin and tilting it toward him.
I manage to pull myself off him despite his efforts and move to the seat next to him. “That just took me back to being sixteen.” I rub my forehead as unease washes over me. “And not in the fun role-play way we were doing.” I grab my underwear from the floor and slide them up my legs, followed by my joggers, before turning to face him. He’s still wearing his shirt, but his cock is still out and glistening with evidence of our arousal, even as it’s slowly softening. I resist the urge to drag my tongue up his shaft to taste the proof of what we just did. “Maybe we should wait,” I blurt out, pushing thoughts of fucking him with my mouth out of my head.
“Wait?” Wild asks, and I can see the worry and hurt all over him already. His fingers immediately go to his wrist as he begins to rub at my name tattooed there.“Like… not tell her about us?”
“I just mean… this is a big weekend for her. A lot of your family and friends will be there, and… I don’t want to overshadow her engagement party by making it about us. We don’t even know how she’s going to take it. What if she doesn’t take it well? I don’t want to ruin her day.” His eyes find mine, sad but full of understanding because I know he doesn’t want that either. “And even if she takes it well, I was prepared to tell her, not the rest of your family and everyone Sara has ever met.” I hadn’t thought about what it would look like to see Wild and me being romantic at a party of one hundred plus people, some of whom have never met me but know me as Sara’s stepdaughter.What were we thinking that we’d just make an announcementat the beginning, giving everyone a brief rundown of the past twenty years?
“So what…? You want us to… fake it? Pretend we aren’t together? Haven’t we done that shit long enough?” he asks with a bite to his tone, and I understand why. I pushed for this, and now it seems like I’m backing down.
“Then what’s a few more days?” He bites his bottom lip in a way that’s sexy but also tells me that he’s not happy. I feel a flutter between my legs at the thought that he’ll probably want to take that out on me later. “We can still be us at the hotel. I’m not suggesting we get separate rooms.”
He snorts. “That wasn’t an option, Halle.” He grabs his briefs and slides them up his legs before running a hand through his dark hair. “You backing out of this?” Wild has always been confident and so sure of himself. It’s always a bit jarring to see his insecurities flare up, especially when they’re regarding me. How can he not see how insanely in love with him I am?
“No! No. Never.” I grab his face to make him look at me. “I just… want to make sure it’s the right time.”
He lets out a huff of what I assume to be frustration. “Monday, Halle. We are not leaving here without telling her.” It was Saturday morning, and her engagement party was later tonight. She was hosting a brunch tomorrow at her house with some of her and Wild’s close family and friends, and I’m assuming some of Mike’s as well.
