Weston arched a little, pressing his crotch against mine. I let out a breath in surprise and grabbed his shoulders to steady myself.
“You feel that?” His voice was low.
“It’s kind of impossible to miss,” I told him as I tried to regain my composure.
“It’s for you,” he told me. “So, don’t tell me how long I’m going to last. I’ll last as long as you’re still riding.”
“Really?” I challenged.
“You have my word,” he replied.
He gave me a cocky grin. I laughed. Okay, fine, I could play. I was going to put him to the test. I ripped open the condom.
“Don’t move your hands,” I ordered as I tucked my fingers around his waistband. He watched me tug down his pants and underwear. There was pre-cum on his tip. I touched him lightly and pressed down on his stomach when he tried to arch for more.
“Very eager,” I taunted and massaged my hand up and down his shaft. His breathing became heavier. I glanced up to see him biting his lip. A suppressed moan vibrated through his body.
“Shit,” he whispered as he flexed his fingers. I could see he was fighting to keep his hands to himself. I enjoyed watching the struggle more than I’d ever thought possible.
I moved my hand up and down a little longer before saying, “Help me?”
He glanced down to see what I meant. I held up the condom. It had been years since I’d learned how to put on a condom in high school, and rolling it across a cucumber was much different from placing it on Weston. I didn’t want to screw up and rip it.
Weston reached down to my hand on his dick, taking advantage of having permission to move. He covered his palm over mine, moving us up and down himself together a few more times. I let him have his fun. When he was satisfied, he grabbed the condom and placed my fingers on it. Together we rolled it down him.
When I climbed on, it took a while to get him inside of me. We sifted, readjusted and laughed at our fumbling. Once we got into the perfect position, I slid down without a hitch. We moaned in unison when my body met his. I braced myself by placing my hands on his chest and started grinding.
He was true to his word. No matter how fast or slow I went, he stayed hard. I tried desperately to make him finish by leaning back so he could watch me touch my boobs while bouncing up and down. He didn’t bait. I gave up and bent forward. I’d found out early on that if I bent close enough, I could stimulate my clit against his body.
“You found your spot?” Weston’s voice was rough when he whispered in my ear. I nodded, only able to let out an affirmative whimper. I’ve moved my hands to his wrists to keep them above our heads.
“So come on me,” he encouraged and caught my ear lobe between his teeth.
I gasped at the heat of his words. I couldn’t stop the orgasm from rippling through my body. Weston moved his wrists out of my grip so he could lace his fingers with mine. He held on tight, even when my body slowed down. His grip made the climax linger. And after all my panting and moaning, I could feel him still hard inside of me. He won this round.
When my shaking slowed, he captured my mouth with his warm lips. He moaned into me as his own body stiffened and his hip began rocking. He was letting go.
I wanted to pull back to see his face when he came, but he ripped his hands from mine and held onto my face. He wanted my mouth on him as he finished. He pressed one hand on my ass, squeezing my cheek roughly when he orgasmed. I rocked my hip, eagerly trying to help him enjoy every second of his climax. When he finally pulled away from my lips, he let out a curse.
“You good?” I whispered and kissed his cheek.
“Am I fucking good?” Weston laughed. He grabbed my chin and kissed me with surprising lust for someone who just orgasmed. I could feel myself clench again around his dick still inside of me.
“Covee.” He pulled away from my lips and pressed his forehead against mine. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?”
I was out-of-breath when I asked. “What do you mean?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Just…you’re great at that. Being in control, I mean. On top.”
I shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to try being a rebel like you.”
“You’re too nice to be like me,” he whispered and pressed a kiss on my chin. “Now, let’s get out of here to cuddle somewhere else before we get caught.”
“Right.” I looked up, remembering we were in a parking lot. It was still empty and still dark, of course. I could hear cars in the distance, blaring by on the highway. We were lucky there had been no patrols around.
“Where to?” I asked.
“Yours,” Weston decided. “Unless you want to go round two with some of the guys listening in?”
