"Thank you,gràidh."He gives me a quick kiss."Later, I'll show you exactly how much I love it when you're honest."
A crew member calls out, "Brilliant work, KB!"
Kirk reluctantly releases me, keeping one arm around my waist as Keith jogs over to join us with his helmet tucked under his arm.
"That was textbook perfect!"Keith exclaims, slapping Kirk on the shoulder."Did ye see that landing?Smooth as whisky!"
"Aye, I caught it on the monitors as I was turning back.Your trajectory was pure poetry, mate."
I watch the two men discuss technical details of the stunt, using jargon I barely understand, and I find myself relaxing into Kirk's body with me snuggled under his arm.The camaraderie between the two stunt men is obvious.These men are professionals who respect and trust each other.
Thankfully, after we all watch a few more replays of the stunt, Kirk and I leave the crew behind, climbing into the Porsche.Once we're both seated, I reach for my seatbelt.But Kirk pushes it away.
"Ah-ah-ah, lass," he purrs in his deepest, sexiest Scottish brogue."I mean to make good on my suggestion that I want to fuck ye while I'm driving and you are on my lap."His steamy smirk melts me like hot buttered rum."You will remove your trousers, and I will make you beg me to devour every bit of your cream.I can already smell how much ye want me, Gretchen."
"Shit, I do want that.It's crazy, but...please, Kirk, please do that."
He deepens his brogue to sultry, darkly hungry."Strip from the waist down, lass.Do it now."
I obey his command without hesitation, wiggling out of my jeans and underwear right here in the passenger seat.The cool leather against my bare skin sends a shiver up my spine, but it's nothing compared to the heat of Kirk's gaze as he watches me.
"That's my good lass," he growls."Now come here."
I climb over the center console, awkwardly but eagerly positioning myself on his lap.He grips my hips with his strong, guiding me into position while he shifts around to make room.I can feel his hard dick through his pants, pressing insistently against me.
"What about the crew?"I whisper, glancing nervously toward the film set we just left.
Kirk's chuckle is low and wicked."We're far enough away now.Besides, these windows are tinted for a reason."With his fingers, he traces a tantalizing path up my inner thigh as he leans in close to my ear."Tell me what ye want, Gretchen."
"I want---no, Ineedyou inside me while you drive," I admit, growing so horny that I can barely stand it."And drive fast, please."
"And so that's how ye shall have me---at high speed."With practiced efficiency, Kirk unzips his pants and frees himself.I gasp at the feel of him, hard and ready against my thigh."Lift yourself up, lass."
I rise slightly on my knees as Kirk positions himself beneath me, his strong hands guiding my hips.When he drags me down onto him, I bite down on my lip to stifle a moan.The sensation of him filling me completely while we're still in the parking area of the film set sends a thrill of danger through me.
"That's it,mo leannan."He twists the key and starts up the engine."Fast, hard, and reckless is what yer wanting, aye?"
All I can do is nod vigorously.
Kirk pulls me down onto his lap, thrusting his cock deep inside me at the same time."Ride me, Gretchen.While I'm driving."
My wetness has soaked his thighs, and I'm so turned on that my breathing has become ragged.Kirk jams the key into the ignition and twists it, causing the Porsche to growl to life.He backs the car around so fast that I grab the dashboard with one hand to steady myself.My thighs clench around him as we speed out of the parking area, and the extreme acceleration pushes me down onto his cock even harder, even deeper, while his thick length fills me up.
"Fuck, yes," I moan as Kirk merges onto the main road, accelerating hard.Every shift of the gears makes me cry out in ecstasy and drives him deeper.The vibration of the powerful engine beneath us adds another layer of sensation that has me gasping.
"Hold tight,mo ghaol," Kirk snarls with one hand on the wheel while the other grips my hip possessively."This is only the beginning."
Kirk guides the Porsche around a sharp turn and onto a narrow country road.I nearly scream as the centrifugal force shifts Kirk inside me at a new angle that hits my G-spot perfectly.My thighs clench around him, and my body instinctively seeks more of that delicious friction.
"Feel that, lass?"he asks, as he accelerates again."Feel how I control everything---the car, your pleasure, how deeply we're connected."
Kirk takes a hairpin turn at a speed that would terrify me if I weren't so high on sexual pleasure.
"Oh shit, Kirk!"I cry out as he deliberately hits a small bump in the road, sending shockwaves through my core.I dig my fingers into his shoulders as I bounce on his lap, and every movement of the car translates into mind-blowing sensations wherever our bodies join.My cream is all over his lap, the evocative scent getting me more aroused in this confined space.
"That's it, lass," he encourages, his tone rougher and deeper now."Let me hear how much ye love this."
The speedometer climbs higher as we race along the empty Highland road.I'm vaguely aware of the breathtaking scenery flashing past the windows---rolling hills and ancient stone walls---but my focus is entirely on the man beneath me and the building pressure inside me.Kirk takes one hand off the wheel to capture my breast through my shirt, pinching my nipple hard enough to make my back arch.The dual sensation of his touch combined with the relentless rhythm of our joined bodies as the car speeds along pushes me dangerously close to the edge.
