I unbuckle my seat belt and climb over the gear shift instead.
“Jesus Christ,” he grunts when I straddle him.
“I’ll do all the work.”
“Scarlett.”
It’s a half-assed protest cut short when I peel down the top of his jeans and fetch his cock.
“Keep your hands on the wheel,” I tell him.
And then I use him to get me off. Grinding all over him, but not letting him inside.
The vibrations of the car rumble up beneath the seat while the vibration of his groans rumble against my chest.
I don’t want it to end.
Rory wants desperately for it to begin. His cock is plump and painfully swollen, leaking pre-cum as I rub against him.
He licks at my collar bone and then bites me. And for a split second, I let him grope my tits before I make him put his hand back on the wheel.
“I’m going to fuck you like a King,” I tell him.
“Scarlett?”
“Yes?”
“Get the fuck on my cock. Now.”
I get the fuck on his cock.
“Christ,” he groans. “Now fuck me like your life depends on it.”
I lean forward and whisper in his ear. “Keep your hands on the wheel. Satan’s about to take you for a ride.”
I dig my fingers into his shoulders and fuck him into oblivion. It’s wild, and it’s loud and there is nothing else in the world as hot as the two of us together. The combination of the speed and the adrenaline hurls us both over the edge.
He comes hard and then hits the brakes, skidding onto the side of the road.
We are breathless and still clawing at each other. Kissing and groping and thrusting and grinding.
I yank him back and kiss his throat, sucking on the skin until I leave a mark.
“Tell me I can’t be outdone,” I demand.
“Scarlett, what in the bleeding hell is going on with you?”
“Say it. Tell me no other woman will ever please you the way I do.”
He kisses me, and it’s soft this time. “No other woman comes close.”
“I just need to forget.”
I squeeze my eyes shut when they start to burn.
“Make me forget.”
“How, sweetheart?”
