Her breath seems to have picked up before she observes the garage where there isn’t a person in sight. “Should we really be doing what I think is about to happen?” She tilts her head to the side, asking as if it’s a dealbreaker, as it probably should be.
“Yes.”
“Is this what you need right now to feel better?” she rasps.
I don’t even answer. Instead, I crash my mouth onto hers. At first, she’s taken aback, but then she melts into my kiss with a murmur. I’m not gentle. I kiss her hard as I wrap my arms around to guide her as I drag her across the middle console to have her straddling me. Instantly, she loops her arms around my neck while her legs link tighter around my hips.
Our kiss grows fervent as I bring my hand to roam the soft skin of her thighs and sneak under her dress that is now bunched at her waist. “If you want to help, then let me fuck you right now.” That’s my way of asking permission, and she nods once.
I jerk her panties to one side, and my fingers land on her sensitive nub. Her moan is instant, and I’m satisfied that it doesn’t take long for her to experience a buildup that I’m not going to let her have yet. My fingers get soaked by her arousal pooling between her legs.
We stay connected by the mouth while she unbuckles my jeans, and I lift her enough that she can lower my boxer briefs. “Pull up your dress,” I demand as I slip my finger inside of her, and she struggles to breathe normally, but a few buttons from the top of her dress snap open, and her breasts push together.
“Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this.” She’s scolding herself but tilts her body to use my fingers when I add another to her opening.
“Maybe you need this as much as me,” I husk right before my mouth dives down to kiss her cleavage. “Bra down. Now.”
Isla lowers the cups of her lace bra, and I examine her full breasts, so enticing and beautiful, with peaked tips. They definitely feel different than last time I got to bury my face and cock into them. I drag my tongue down to latch onto a nipple and wrap my lips around to gently suck and bite, only urged on by her crooning noise.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes heavily, with her fingers raking through my hair.
I groan from the feeling of my length rubbing against her body. “I’m not going to sugarcoat this. I’m going to jam my fingers into your mouth so you can taste exactly how much you want me. You’re fucking sweet, Isla. Then I’m going to make sure my cock is buried deep inside of you. We’re not going to go slow, and you’ll let me go hard as I thrust up while you ride me. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand.” Her throaty voice is too sexy, and it only makes the heat inside of me ignite more.
I keep true to my promise, and my fingers find a new home on her eagerly awaiting tongue, right before she sucks them off as good as when she’s on her knees for me.
Aligning with her center, I nearly lose it when I feel her hand grip around my cock to guide me in, instantly feeling her tightness coat around my cock. She feels far too warm, near hot, but I don’t mind in the slightest. One slow pump is all I give her before I pick up speed and ensure I fill her to the brim. We keep our bodies close due to the logistics of fucking in the front of my car and her bouncing body.
I didn’t realize how much I needed this to relax until a few minutes later when I’m coming inside of her as she bites my neck because she’s shaking.
We end up tangled in a mess and in silence, recovering from spontaneous sex in my driver’s seat.
But then she does something peculiar and begins to straighten her clothes, now eager to slide off me and back onto the passenger seat. It’s maybe a fair move since I’ve given no indication that this would be an all-night thing now. If she was offering then I would use her to release tension, over and over back upstairs. I don’t mind sharing a bed with her one single bit, because I like her hair splayed across a pillow. However, she is creating distance between us again.
Isla gives me a look that is near remorseful. “I hope this is what you needed, but I really need you to take me to my hotel.”
I blow out a breath and do as she says, the short ten-minute drive far too quiet. Before she opens the door at her destination, she pauses.
“This…” She motions between us. “It can’t get complicated, and we are only maybe friends who seem to do other activities.” Her tone is near flippant.
“Wow, thought I would at least get a bye. Wasn’t expecting you to be so eager to run away, but fine. I’m not in a state to argue.”
“Just trust me, this is for the best.” She is so damn resolute.
A sound of doubt escapes me. “Right, you take care then.”
“Remember, you’re the guy who doesn’t want anything, and we agreed on only one night then. You’re most definitely not going to tell me that something has changed. Are you?” It doesn’t feel like she’s trying to be wise, it’s almost as if she is checking.
“No. I need to focus on my next career move.”
I honest to God swear I see a shade of distress fall on her face.
“Obviously.” Her voice is uneven. “Take care.”
Then she’s out my car door, forgetting the last half-hour happened.
8
