“I took an exit because I want you,” I say quietly. “And because I’m not ready for today to be done yet.”
Her eyes flash with hunger as she leans over and pulls down my zipper, reaching for my cock through the slit in my briefs. She wraps her fingers around me, watching it twitch with wide eyes. She runs her fingers up my head, knocking the air out of me, and I fall back on the headrest with an audible sigh.
“Kieran,” she whispers, and I swear my heart trips over itself. The engine rumbles as she works my shaft, flicking her wrist, her palm moving overthe tip.
Maybe she will come home with me tonight.
“Rules.” I can barely breathe. “Why don’t you come sit on my lap for a while?”
She smirks, leaning over the console. “Not yet, Starboy.”
Then her head is in my lap. Holding my dick in her hand, she licks the tip, swirling her tongue.
“Fuuuuck—”
“I watched a few movies.” She smirks, sucking my head into her mouth before she begins bobbing up and down. She licks me again and again, savoring me.
I brush her hair back and gather it in my hand so I can watch her suck me, her cheeks hollowing in a maddening rhythm. My hips jerk, my balls contracting.
“If you want to ride me,” I manage through gritted teeth, somehow managing to hold my orgasm at bay, “you better get to it now. Because I’m a few measly pumps away from coming into that pretty mouth of yours.”
She gently lifts her head and looks at me. Next thing I know, she’s climbing into my lap, her knees straddling me. In a frenzy, we manage to yank down her leggings and panties.
When I slide a hand between her thighs, I suck in a breath, feeling how wet she is. “Aww, baby.” I circle my finger around her clit, the way I know drives her mad. “Sucking my dick turns you on?”
She nods, as I pull out a condom from my pocket and sheathe myself with a flick of my wrist. I slide my other hand inside her sweatshirt, pressing my thumb against her nipple.
“Get on my dick, sweetheart,” I growl. “Now.”
A breath stutters as she grabs me and lines me at her entrance, slowly sinking onto my length. Her eyes are open and glistening.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little,” she manages as she starts circling her hips.
“If it’s too much?—”
“Quiet,” she whispers, licking my lip and putting a hand over my mouth. “Let me fuck you the way I want to.”
Her pussy grips me, and she holds my gaze the whole time, her hand sliding to my face.
“Baby,” I rasp, so deep inside her I can barely think. She circles her hips in slow, deliberate rolls, taking me deeper each time, the whole car shifting with her rhythm. My hands lock around her waist, guiding her, holding her, my thumb finding the spot that unravels her.
Her breath breaks.
Her body tightens.
A shiver runs through her so strong I feel it everywhere.
“Oh my God, Starboy—Kieran—Kieran?—”
She falls forward against me, boneless and warm, and I thrust up into her once, twice, and then everything inside me detonates. I pull her in tight as the aftershocks roll through both of us.
For a while, we just breathe. The windows are fogged. The air is thick and sweet. Our heartbeats tap against each other, slowly syncing.
When she finally lifts her head, the late sun cuts across her face, turning her hazel eyes a soft moss green, almost translucent. She looks open. Unarmored. Beautiful in a way that makes my chest hurt.
She settles back against me, breath slowing, fingers absently tracing the seam of my hoodie. The quiet stretches—comfortable, earned.
