He parks aggressively, so much so that the van lurches forward and I have to hold onto the dash. He turns to me, andthe look in his eyes makes my breath stutter. Hunger. Need. Something wild and barely controlled.
"Come here."
It's not a request and I’m down for anything, anytime, when it comes to this man. I unbuckle and he pulls me onto his lap in one rough motion, his hands gripping on my ass hard. The cassette player is still going,Purple Rainby Prince & The Revolution, all slow bass and desperate vocals, and the music wraps around us like a living thing. Sensual.
"We just decided to kill someone," I breathe against his mouth.
"We did."
"I’d do anything for you, kill anyone."
"Thats why we’re doing it, for each other." His hands slide up under my hoodie, palms hot against my bare skin. He yanks the purple hoodie over my head and tosses it aside onto the passenger seat, his eyes dark as they rake over me.
"We're past the point of turning back now."
"I don't want to turn back."
The words come out passionately, almost angry, something that delights him from the arrogant smirk on his sexy face. He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a kiss that's all saliva and tongue and barely restrained roughness. I kiss him back just as hard, biting his bottom lip until I taste blood.
He groans and his hips buck up against me, and I can feel how hard he is through his jeans. The thrill from earlier hasn't faded, it's transformed into a craving of desire, the need to touch and own.
"Off," he growls, tugging at my shorts.
I lift up enough for him to yank them down along with my underwear, and then I'm naked on his lap in the driver's seat of my van. The air is cool against my overheated skin, raising goosebumps along my arms and thighs.
Dom's hands are everywhere, rough and possessive, mapping every inch of me like he's memorizing the territory. He cups my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they're hard and aching, and I arch into his touch with a gasp.
"You're mine," he says, his voice low and rough. "Say it."
"I'm yours."
"And I'm…"
"Mine." I grab his face and force him to look at me. "You're mine, Dom. We're in this together. All of it. Just us."
A look that’s almost vulnerable flashes across his face, and then he's kissing me again, one hand tangling in my hair while the other slides between my thighs. His fingers find me wet and ready, and he makes a sound low in his throat that's pure satisfaction.
"Fuck, Roxy. You're soaked."
"I always am near you."
He circles my clit with his thumb, slow and deliberate, as I rock against his hand, chasing the friction. The van creaks slightly with our movement, and somewhere in the back of my mind I register that we're completely exposed out here as anyone could drive by and see us, but I don't care. I don't care about anything except this. Him. Us.
"Need you inside me," I whine.
"Yeah? You want my cock?"
"Now."
He doesn't make me wait as his free hand fumbles with his belt, and then he's freeing himself, and I feel the hot length of him pressing against my pussy. I sink down onto him in one smooth motion, and we both groan at the sensation. I love how he feels inside of me, filling me completely, stretching me in a way that's almost too much but exactly what I need. I start to move, riding him hard and fast, as his hands grip my ass, guidingmy movements. The angle is perfect, hitting something deep inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
"That's it," he growls. "Take what you need."
I do. I ride him like I'm trying to prove something, that I'm not afraid, that I want this darkness as much as he does, that we're equals in every way that matters. His hands slide up to cup my breasts again, and he leans forward to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
The sensation shoots straight to my core, and I cry out, my movements becoming more desperate. The van is fully rocking now, the suspension creaking as the sound mixes with our harsh breathing and the music still playing from the speakers.
"Dom…oh god."
