We ended up in the back seat of my car. It was late enough that no one would notice us unless they were walking past, and cool enough that late night walkers were unlikely. I felt a little like a teenager sneaking around, but the eager grin on Elias’s face stopped me from commenting. He needed this. It was the first time he smiled since that meeting and I didn’t want to take that away just because I felt a little ridiculous.
Elias wasted no time, yanking me closer with a hand on the back of my head, sealing his lips to mine. I pushed aside the voice in the back of my mind telling me I was being too reckless,focusing on the way Elias’s hands shook as he tugged at my clothes, giving away just how upset he truly was.
Pulling away, I tried to ask him if this was really what he wanted, but he shook his head before I could say a word, his face a mask of desperation and heartache.
“Don’t. I don’t want to talk about it right now. I only want to think about you and me. Nothing else.”
A part of me worried this wasn’t the right thing for him, but he was a grown man and I understood wanting a distraction while processing something big. I gave in, pushing him lightly so his back was against the door and he was half sprawled on the seats.
“Then let me distract you.”
I took control of the situation, distracting him with kisses as I ran my hands down his chest to the hem of his shirt. It was odd not to have to contend with the vest, he’d been wearing it last time, but I ignored it, only breaking the kiss long enough to pull off his shirt and toss it aside. We were in another situation where getting fully undressed was too reckless, but I couldn’t resist getting a real view of the tattoos decorating his skin. There wasn’t much light to see by, the moon partially covered by clouds and the front porch light not enough to shine into the car, but I could see the way the tattoos ran down one arm and onto his chest. Right over his heart was the same logo I’d seen on his vest, the same one on the clubhouse building when we’d visited earlier. He truly loved his crew, so much that he was willing to tattoo their logo over his heart.
I gave the logo a quick kiss, a small reassurance from me that he’d be okay, before continuing my journey lower. He used the movement to his advantage, snagging my shirt and pulling it up as I moved down so I was forced to remove it. His wicked grin fell as I sat back and he got a look at me. I’d found myself purposely choosing my nicest lingerie whilegetting dressed since our first hookup. Or honestly, since I first met him. His slack jawed expression said he admired the view, and I used his distraction to my advantage, unhooking his belt and unbuttoning his jeans while he reached out to touch.
He groaned helplessly, but I wasn’t sure if that was because he was touching me or I was touching him. I pulled his cock free of the confines of his boxers, stroking him, and his hips bucked to chase the sensation, but his eyes hadn’t left where he was cupping me. I pursed my lips against a smile.
“Elias? My eyes are up here.”
“Uh huh. And your perfect tits are down here. Seriously, woman, can you get any more perfect? Come here. I want to get my mouth on you.”
When he reached to pull me closer, I dodged him, lowering my head to suck lightly on the head of his cock. His shout was surprised, like he hadn’t expected it, and his hands immediately flew to my hair. I batted him away, curly hair didn’t appreciate people grabbing it, and he didn’t argue, grabbing the roll over handle instead.
“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck! Like that, baby,” he groaned as I bobbed my head. He wasn’t at all shy about letting me know he enjoyed himself, and the sounds he was making were addictive. When I sat up to look at him, he looked wrecked, his chest heaving and he had this kind of awed expression on his face I wasn’t sure what to do with. I raised an eyebrow at him and it seemed to snap him out of his revelry, launching himself at me and tackling me to the seats.
His hands no longer shook as he frantically tore at my jeans, pulling them off me completely and tossing them aside. I felt a little exposed in the car, but Elias was quick to distract me, pulling my panties off next and burying his face between my legs.
“Elias!”
There was no warm up, no teasing. He was relentless, tongue swirling around my clit before moving lower to lap at my entrance. It was almost like he was trying to smother himself because whenever I moved or writhed, he dragged me closer, sucking and licking like a starving man at a buffet. It was urgent and demanding, and I had no warning before I came apart, moaning as he pushed two fingers inside me, dragging out the aftershocks until fingers started to feel like not enough and the need for more overwhelmed me.
“Fuck me, Elias,” I demanded, making him groan.
“You’ve got a filthy mouth, you know that?” he murmured, wrestling to get his wallet out of his pocket to get a condom.
“Kettle meet pot,” I challenged, dragging him back down with a grip on the back of his neck and nipping at his lip.
The position wasn’t comfortable in the slightest, and once he rolled the condom on, I pushed his shoulder, climbing into his lap so I could control the movements. He sure as hell wasn’t complaining, his eyes glued to my breasts as I lifted enough to line him up at my entrance. He looked almost entranced, and when I sank down onto his length, his groan was loud enough I worried not even the closed doors of the car were going to be enough to muffle him.
So, because this was initially to make him feel better, I pulled him closer, letting him bury his face between my breasts. I rolled my eyes at the pleased sound he made, focusing instead on the roll of my hips as I found the best angle to move in such a cramped space. When I smacked my head on the roof of the car, I grimaced and growled to myself. This wasn’t the smartest idea on either of our parts.
“Don’t move,” Elias suggested. “Let me do the work.”
He readjusted me so I was on my knees just high enough to give him room to maneuver. At first, I let him take over, thrusting his hips up to meet mine and moaning at the feel ofhim moving inside me. But eventually, I started lowering myself to grind on him in a way that made us both moan.
We found our rhythm, the car rocking with our movements, and my climax raced ever closer as his cock hit all the important spots in just the right way.
“Like that. Keep going,” I encouraged. To my relief, the encouragement didn’t make Elias speed up or get rougher. He was smarter than most men, keeping his movements exactly how I wanted them. I felt his fingers tighten on my hips, felt the way his breath stuttered as he fought to maintain the rhythm, and a smile pulled at my lips. Even during sex, he was such a gentleman.
My climax exploded through me in a rush, my face pressed against Elias’s neck to muffle my moans. Elias shouted in response, finally breaking the rhythm as his hips thrust up helplessly to chase his release. When he came, he yanked me closer, muffling himself against my breasts again as he rode out the waves of his release.
Fighting to catch my breath, I tried to move to sit properly, only to find Elias’s grip tight enough to stop me. I rolled my eyes, tugging lightly on his hair.
“You can’t stay there all night.”
“We should test it and find out,” was his muffled reply. Snickering, I tugged a little harder, forcing him to look up at me. His grin was goofy and the pain and heartache on his face was missing. He looked happy.
“For some reason, I feel like I’ve discovered a magic power to use on you.”
