"Drive," he said.
The car purred to life. I sank into the leather seat, watching neon lights streak by outside. My head swam, but my senses sharpened—his scent stronger, more invading.
I turned to him. Passing lights shadowed his face: high nose, sharp jaw, those impenetrable gray eyes. I drank it all in.
I didn't know what possessed me. Maybe the alcohol torched my inhibitions, or Sarah's words echoed: live in the now, forget the future.
I crawled toward him. Next second, I straddled his lap.
My knees dug into the seat, hands on his shoulders. I was close enough to see a faint line at his eye corner, feel his breath on my lips.
"Anthea." His voice dropped, a warning laced with restraint.
I didn't answer. I stared into his eyes for a moment. Then I kissed him, bold and reckless. I forgot fears and doubts. I just wanted him—his kiss, his hold, him proving he loved me hard.
He froze for a second, then kissed back. One hand cupped my nape, the other my waist, pinning me. He dove deep, tongue thrusting almost to my throat.
The partition rose slowly, sealing us from the front. I clung to his neck, losing myself in the kiss, shoving aside thoughts of after.
At some point, the ambient lights in the car flicked on, bathing us in a soft, sultry glow. I didn't notice when Silas had hit the switch, but it turned the backseat into our private lair, shadows dancing over our skin like teasing fingers.
The kiss broke, and heat flooded my body, a desperate ache building between my legs. I was soaked, my panties clinging wetly as I ground against the hard bulge in his suit pants. God, I could feel everyinch of him—thick, hot, straining against the fabric. The friction sent sparks through me, making me whimper.
"Fuck, Anthea," Silas growled, his hands dropping to my ass. He grabbed fistfuls, kneading roughly, pulling me down harder. "You feel that? That's what you do to me."
I moaned, rocking faster, the barrier of clothes maddening. "Silas... I need you. Now."
He pressed me down even more, thrusting up to meet my movements, our bodies grinding with raw urgency. The heat built until I couldn't take it. I fumbled for his zipper, desperate to free him.
But the booze made my fingers clumsy. The more I rushed, the more I botched it, cursing under my breath.
Silas chuckled darkly, his hand covering mine. "Easy, baby. Let me help."
He guided my fingers, unzipping smoothly. Then he leaned back, eyes locked on me, watching as I reached in and pulled him out. His cock sprang free, fully erect—long, thick, veined, pulsing with need. The tip glistened, and I licked my lips, hunger overriding everything.
"God, you're huge," I breathed, stroking him once, feeling the heat radiate into my palm.
Without hesitation, I shoved my panties aside, positioning him at my entrance. I sank down, taking him in one slick slide, gasping as he filled me completely. My black skirt fell over us, hiding our joined bodies, but Silas wasn't having that.
He bunched the fabric, hiking it up to my waist. "No hiding, Anthea. I want to watch your tight little pussy swallow me whole."
His words sent a thrill through me, making me clench around him. "Watch then," I challenged, starting to ride him, up and down, slow at first, then faster. The car jostled slightly with the motion, but I didn't care. Pleasure coiled tight in my core.
Silas groaned, his hands sliding up under my top, cupping my breasts through the bra. He squeezed, thumbs circling my nipples until they peaked hard against the lace. "These tits... fuck, they're perfect. Bounce for me, just like that."
I picked up pace, the slap of skin echoing softly. He pinched androlled my nipples, the sensation shooting straight to my clit. It didn't take long. Waves crashed over me, my orgasm ripping through, walls pulsing around him as I cried out his name.
But he didn't stop. Silas yanked my skirt off entirely, then reached behind to unclasp my bra, tossing it aside. My breasts spilled free, and he latched on, teeth grazing one nipple while he thrust up into me harder.
"Oh God, Silas, bite me," I begged, arching into his mouth.
He did, nipping and sucking, his hips slamming relentlessly. "You're so wet for me, dripping all over my cock. Take it, baby, take every inch."
The build-up was intense. He growled against my skin, finally stiffening as he came, hot spurts filling me deep inside. I felt every pulse, milking him dry.
We panted, bodies slick with sweat. Silas stripped off my soaked panties next, then shed his own clothes, leaving us both naked in the glowing light. He eased me back onto the wide seat, flat on my back, and captured my mouth in a deep kiss.
The car was quiet, amplifying every wet smack of our lips, the sloppy sounds of tongues tangling, swallows echoing. I worried the driver might hear, but the thought only heightened the thrill, making me kiss him hungrier.
