"It's exactly what you needed," he counters, voice soft but absolute. "You asked for more, you get more." He shifts, seat creaking, and suddenly his angle changes. The head of his cock slams into that sweet spot over and over, sending sparks flying behind my eyes.
"Oh, fuck!" I shriek. "Ahh! Right there!"
He pounds me faster, relentless now. The car rocks on its shocks. If anyone walks by, they'll see the fogged windows, the way the interior lights flicker each time my back hits the dome light switch. I don't care. We're in our own world here. His lips trail sloppy kisses along my neck, teeth scraping my shoulder. He sucks a spot just above my collarbone, leaving a wet mark I'll have to cover later. The thought turns me on even more. I want his claim stamped on my skin, proof of this moment.
His fingers dig into my hips again, tightening, urging me to bounce harder. "There you go," he growls. "Use that pretty body." I slam down, meeting every thrust. The wet sounds get filthier. My orgasm hasn't even finished and another one lurks, building fast.
I pant his name over and over, a chant. "Gabe, Gabe, Gabe." It's a prayer and a warning.
He presses his thumb to my clit, circling with ruthless precision. "Come again." His tone leaves no room for argument. My body obeys. The second orgasm hits even harder.
I cry out, "Oh, fuck!" and clamp down around him. My thighs quake. My hands fly to his forearms, clinging. He hisses through his teeth, jaw tight, trying to ride it out without losing control.
"Yeah, that's it. Ride it, baby. Cream on this cock."
I gush around him, soaking us both. The slick lubrication makes his thrusts even smoother, more devastating. He groans loud, the sound vibrating into my chest. "Jesus, Lena." His breathing turns ragged. He's close too, I can tell by the way his cock throbs inside me, the way his hips start to stutter.
"Come in me," I plead, voice rough. "I want it." The words send another shiver through me. I drag his mouth to mine, kissing him hard, swallowing the rough noises he makes. He answers with a feral kiss, teeth clashing, tongues tangling. "Please," I murmur against his lips, grinding down even as my legs threaten to give out.
He squeezes my ass and rams upward. Again. Again. Each thrust is a brutal punch of pleasure. The car rocks like we're in rough surf. "Fuck, baby," he groans. "You're gonna make me lose it." His head falls back, throat working, veins standing out on his forearms as he holds me down on him.
"Do it," I whisper, licking the column of his throat. "Give it to me." My words dissolve into panting moans. "Mmm. Ahh. Gabe."
His whole body tenses, muscles locking. "Gonna fill you up," he snarls, voice breaking. "Take it. Take all my cum." He slams up once more, burying himself to the hilt. The moment he spills, he curses loudly, a rough "Fuck!" that reverberates through me. I feel the heat flood inside, thick spurts painting my walls. The sensation drags another quiver out of my spent body. I clench around him, milking every drop. His hips jerk, pumping through it, riding his own release while mine keeps buzzing beneath my skin.
"Ooh," I moan, clinging to him, nails scratching the back of his neck.
The windows are completely fogged now. Sweat drips down my spine. He slumps back against the seat, keeping me impaled on him, still breathing hard. His palm traces the curve of my back, slow and possessive, yet his cock stays deep, still pulsing. Each tiny movement keeps my nerves on edge, keeps that ache alive.
I'm panting, flushed, body humming. My thighs quiver around his hips. He kisses my shoulder, then the corner of my mouth, tender in a way that makes my heart twist. The air inside the car feels thick enough to drink. For a second we just breathe together, bodies locked.
The need doesn't let go though. Even with him softening inside me, I feel another flicker of hunger. He must sense it because he drags his thumb over my lower lip, smirking, eyes heavy-lidded but still sharp.
"We're not done," he murmurs. "Not even close."
21
GABE
She's still quivering in my lap, hot and slick and clenching around me, when that greedy whisper leaves her mouth. I want more. I hear it and everything inside me tightens again. The front seat lacks room, and she deserves more than cramped strokes against the steering wheel. I grip her hips and lift, easing my cock from her body. The separation drags a tight whimper from her throat. I watch my release running down her thighs for one beat, mesmerized, then slap her ass just to hear the soft gasp that follows.
"Backseat," I order. My voice is rough, still thick from the orgasm. "Hands on the headrest. Move." She nods, eyes glazed, hair sticking to her damp neck. I keep my palm on her ass and guide her off my lap. She stumbles on shaky legs, grabbing the center console to steady herself. The car is a humid box of sex now, windows fogged, air heavy. I shove my jeans lower, kick off my boots to the floorboard, and follow her into the back.
The SUV's rear bench gives us more space. I hook two fingers in the waistband of her bunched dress and tug it up over her hips. She plants one knee on the seat, then the other, facing the rearwindow. The position makes her ass jut out perfectly, her palms braced on the headrest of the front passenger seat. Her panties are somewhere in the footwell near the pedals. I grab them on the way, bunching the soaked fabric in my fist before tossing them aside. They hit the dash with a wet slap.
I rise behind her, chest brushing her back. "Spread wider." She obeys, knees inching out along the leather. I trail my fingers through the slick mess between her thighs. My cum coats her folds. She shivers when I swirl it around her clit. "Look at that," I murmur, voice close to her ear. "Dripping for me." I slide two fingers inside, slow, curling them upward. She moans soft, the sound muffled against the seat. I pump twice, feeling how loose and warm she still is. My cock twitches, already thickening again. Apparently the first round just primed me.
I pull my fingers out and shove them into her mouth. She takes them without hesitation, eyes fluttering shut as she sucks. Her tongue is hot and greedy, lapping up the combined taste of us. "Good girl," I praise. I remove my fingers and smear the wetness over her ass. "Hands stay planted. Don't run."
"I won't," she whispers, voice shaky but sure.
I kneel on the floorboard behind her, knees pressing into the carpet. The position lets me get leverage and keeps her ass level with my stomach. I grip my cock, rub the head over her swollen entrance, purring when she shudders. Then I push in. No teasing this time. I thrust deep in one steady move. She cries out, a sharp "Ahh!" that claws at my spine. Her back arches. She tries to push away from the force of it, but my hand is already on her hip, hauling her back.
"Take it," I growl. "Take every inch." Her muscles flex around me, gripping tight like a fist.
I set a hard rhythm. The angle lets me drive deep, each thrust bottoming out, hips smacking her ass. Wetness splashes against my thighs. My breathing turns rough, each exhale a grunt. She starts to pant, head hanging between her shoulders. I grab her braid, wrap it around my fist, and yank her head up.
"Stay right there. Feel me." She moans in response, eyes rolling to the side. I watch her expression through the windshield reflection, the dazed look that screams how far gone she is.
