“We should be fine,” he says, kissing down my neck. “I have the darkest tint legally allowed on the front windows. But the back windows are almost completely impenetrable from the outside. You literally can’t see through them at all, even with light inside the car.”
“Then we should get in the back,” I say breathlessly, my logical brain shutting down.
He grins wickedly, his eyes dark with desire. “I was really hoping you’d say that.”
He’s out of his door and shutting it before I can change my mind or second-guess this, the cold air rushing in briefly before disappearing.
But he’s already climbing into the back seat through the rear door, moving with surprising grace for someone his size, and he playfully beckons me to join him with a crooked finger.
I climb through the gap between the front seats of the SUV, completely ungraceful and awkward, nearly kicking the steering wheel, and crash into the back half on top of him. We’re both giggling like teenagers.
He hits the lock button on his key fob, and suddenly it seems to get even darker in the car. The lights on the dash all go out, and in the back seat, it’s almost pitch black except for the faintglow from the movie screen providing just enough light to see outlines.
We’re kissing again immediately, desperate and hungry and frantic. The sound of the movie is still coming through the speakers, but I can barely hear it over my pounding heart and our heavy breathing.
“I need you,” he breathes against my lips. “Need you so badly it’s killing me.”
“Then take me,” I whisper back.
His hands are already on my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping. I lift my hips to help him slide them down along with my underwear, and suddenly I’m bare from the waist down in the back of his very expensive Ferrari.
The absurdity of it makes me giggle again.
“What’s funny?” he asks, tossing my jeans down near our feet.
“Just that I’m half naked at a drive-in movie,” I say, still laughing. “Not exactly how I pictured tonight going when you said you were taking me out.”
“Better or worse than expected?” His hands are on my thighs now, spreading them slowly.
“Definitely better. So much better.”
He shuffles to lie on the back seat, his knees bent up because he’s too tall to stretch out fully in the confined space, his head resting on the leather seat.
“Come here,” he says, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that makes everything inside me clench with want. “Come sit on my face.”
“Are you sure?” I breathe.
“You heard me.” His hands grip my hips, pulling me toward him with strength. “I want you to ride me. Suffocate me. Please. I’m literally begging you right now.”
The tight confines of the back seat make it incredibly awkward, but we manage with some maneuvering. I end up with both knees on either side of his head, pushing against the leather for stability.
I’m still wearing my shirt and bra, and I’m facing the back window, my hands braced on the ceiling, completely exposed and vulnerable above him.
His head is perfectly positioned between my thighs, and he doesn’t waste a single second. He groans deep in his chest as he licks me and goes absolutely wild, rubbing his entire face against me, his tongue everywhere at once, licking and sucking like a man who’s been starving for weeks.
“Oh God,” I gasp, my hands pressing harder against the top of the car.
“You taste incredible,” he murmurs against me. “Even better than I imagined. I could die happy right here. Now, ride my face,” he demands, his voice muffled but clear. “Don’t hold back. Don’t be gentle. Use me exactly how you need to.”
I do, rolling my hips experimentally at first, then with more confidence, grinding against his eager mouth.
He’s groaning beneath me like this is the best thing he’s ever experienced, his hands gripping my thighs.
“Fuck,” he mutters between enthusiastic licks. “You’re so perfect. Never want to stop eating you.”
His tongue is doing absolutely sinful things, circling my clit with strong pressure, then dipping inside me, then back to my clit in a rhythm that’s driving me insane.
I’m gasping, trying to stay somewhat quiet, but it’s impossible. The pleasure is too intense, too overwhelming, too all-consuming.
