Shit. Too soon.
I drove into her harder. Faster. I dropped a hand between us to find her clit, and worked it feverishly as I thrust into her over and over. Sage tried hard, but a soft whimper escaped. The smallest fucking sound, and yet it sent the fire raging in my crotch into overdrive. I increased the pressure on her clit, and it was just enough to bring her careening over the edge with me, her pussy clenching down hard and pulsing around me.
I buried my face in her neck to muffle the sound that tore from my chest as I came. It crashed through me with such force my cock jerked, my whole body taken over with a series of shudders as I emptied myself inside her.
She slumped against my chest, totally out of breath, and I felt like a million fucking dollars. No amount of game time compared to this. To Sage draped over me. Naked. I was ready to give up anything to keep having her this way.
By the time my cock had softened enough to slip out of her, our sweat had cooled and she shivered against me. I pulled my t-shirt over her back and wrapped my arms loosely around her as I kissed her temple.
Sage shifted against me, drawing my shirt tighter around her shoulders while the van creaked under the movement.
“I guess we need to get dressed now,” she muttered, pushing up onto her knees.
“I guess.”
Her hair had fallen loose around her face, tangled from what we’d just done in a space barely big enough for two people to breathe comfortably. She reached behind her, and came back upright brandishing her bright pink bra.
My hand caught her wrist as she slipped it on. “Wait.”
She paused, eyebrow lifting.
“Enjoying the view,” I said.
Sage rolled her eyes and twisted away from me, finishing the clasp before pulling her t-shirt on. The fabric stuck for a second where the heat of her skin met cotton that had spent the last few minutes shoved under my knee.
She yanked the shirt straight and looked around. “Where the fuck are my jeans?”
“Somewhere.” I snapped my shorts back up, and grinned when I caught the look of disappointment on her face.
It was just like her to pretend she didn’t care that my dick just got tucked away, and I let her have it. She knew that I knew, and that was enough for me.
“It’s too dark in h— Aha!” She tried to shove one leg into her jeans while still kneeling. The attempt lasted two seconds before she lost her balance, and grabbed onto me to keep from toppling over.
“A little help.”
“Now why would I do a thing like that?” I chuckled softly.
“Move your foot.”
“My foot’s not in the way.”
She pushed at my shin anyway until I moved it just enough for her to slide past. Denim scraped along the rubber floor while she dragged the jeans up her thighs. The tear at one knee snagged briefly against the edge of a speaker box, and a faint rip pierced the air.
“Great,” she muttered, inspecting the damage.
“They’re fine,” I said, trying to control the damage. “The more beat up, the better, right?”
“Next time,” she said, dragging the zipper up, “we pick a location that doesn’t ruin my outfit, and allows me to at least stand up straight.”
“Next time?”
Sage went still, one hand resting at the waistband of her jeans. And here was another thing she knew that I knew… She’d said too much.
Outside, voices drifted across the lot. Someone laughed near the garden gate, and the sound carried closer than I liked.
“Go out with me.”
She shook her head and laughed as though I’d suggested we run away together and join the circus. “Don’t be absurd.”
