She gave a short laugh as she wriggled out of her jeans and underwear at the same time. “You’re cute when you’re pouty.”
Then she clambered back over me, her knees pressed against either side of my hips..
Before I could fully take in the closeness of her freckles and the way the silverware in her lip and eyebrow caught the scraps of sunlight floating into the back of the van, she took my dick in one hand and parted her pussy lips with the other. Without breaking eye contact, she dragged my cock through the smooth, velvety wetness there.
Even with me on the edge, barely holding my shit together, there was no mistaking how swollen her clit was as my tip slid over it. Again and again. It sent a shiver through her each time, and each time that happened, the faintest gasp would spill from her lips.
“Fuck, you feel good.”
“Yeah? You like that?” She tightened her grip on me, and added a downward stroke along my shaft with each pass between her folds. “Do you like how wet you get me?”
I clenched my teeth and gave a stiff nod. “Put it in.”
A slow moan ushered out of her. She brought my cock right to her entrance, dipped it just inside the tight squeeze, then stopped. “Say it again.”
It was a power move, but she was wide open, hovering over me in a prime position. I bucked my hips, already imagining how good it would feel to plunge my dick inside her.
But Sage rocked on her knees at the same time, lifting that sweet pussy just out of my reach.
“I said— Say it again.”
Our eyes met, fire on fire, and darted forward to claim her with a biting kiss. “Put it in.”
She lowered herself, inch by inch, sheathing me all the way inside of her. I gasped, and so did she, her hands shooting to grip my shoulders for support. Her face was flushed, lips pursed for obvious reasons, but the slight flutter of her pussy walls around my cock gave her away.
For all the power and control Sage enjoyed, she ultimately couldn’t hide the truth of what this was between us. She was as fucked as I was. There might have been some doubt before, but after this…
“Is this what you wanted?” She rolled her hips, starting a painstakingly slow and measured rhythm that sent a surge of arousal snaking up my thighs and flooding my dick.
I was so hard now, it hurt. But in the best way. “What we both wanted.”
With my hands on her hips, I helped her through the motion of teasing my cock, pulling back far enough so my shaft came out to glide over her clit. And then again on its way back in. Our bodies slammed together at that point, adding more pressure to just the right spot for her.
I leaned in, dragging my mouth along her collarbone, her neck. Soft, wet kisses marked her jaw and the sensitive spot beneath her ear. Sage rocked hard against me, her fingers curling into my hair as she tried to get as close as possible.
That’s when footsteps crunched on the asphalt outside, and we both froze. Sage stared at me with wide eyes, her pussy pulsing around my dick. Pulse racing, but I couldn’t tell whether it was because of fucking her or the inevitability of getting caught.
It was probably both.
The footsteps stopped, and now indistinct voices floated over to us.
“They’re really close,” I whispered, my breath playing in her hair.
“And?” Her pussy clamped tightly around me once, twice, and a fresh squirt of arousal trickled out of her to coat my thighs.
I gazed up at Sage, her pupils blown black with how turned on she was, and an animalistic growl got caught in the back of my throat. I lifted my hips to thrust into her hard, pushing her down at the same time. She bit her lips together to keep from crying out, and I did it again.
Her arms fell around my neck, her body both limp and coiled tight with her looming climax as I continued to fuck her. Quietly.
She tightened around me again, and a drawn-out whine broke from her lips.
“Shhh.” I kissed her, and she nodded, her breath hot against my face. “That’s it. Nice and quiet while I make you come.”
Her frown deepened, concentration etched into her face.
Soon enough, she was as out of breath as I was, her nails sinking into my back as she begged me to keep going. Both of us glistened with sweat from the stifling heat inside the van, but all of it only added to the high of what we were doing.
The muscles in my lower back and thighs tensed up, my balls squeezing with the weight of my orgasm.
