His hips snap forward.
The thick, rigid length of his cock grinds against my pussy through my clothes, pushing their mess deeper into me with pressure alone. I gasp, clinging to his shoulders as heat shoots through me.
“Could you feel it in the car?” he murmurs.
“Every time I moved.” I roll my hips against him.
His eyes rake down my body.
“Open your legs more.”
I do. I hook my other thigh around his hips, and he hauls me up effortlessly, pinning me against the railing and grinding into me harder.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he whispers into my ear, voice fierce. “About your thighs. Your mouth. Your pussy. The way you look when you’re getting fucked. The sounds you make. The way you cling.”
“N-Nathaniel—“
“I tried to ignore it,” he breathes. “Tried to focus. Tried to be rational. But then you went and fucked them behind my back. Was it in the gas-station bathroom?”
“Yeah.”
He thrusts again, wrenching a ragged sound from both of us.
“I knew it,” he whispers. “I fucking knew it.”
His hand slides down, fingers tracing the inside of my thigh until he cups my pussy through my clothes.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re soaked.”
His hand moves to the waistband of my pants.
“Lift your ass.”
I do, trying not to moan when the cold air hits as he yanks them down just enough to expose my pussy.
He steps between my legs, forcing them wider with his body. His fingers glide through me, coming away with a mix of slick and cum coating his fingertips. He stares at it like it’s sacrilegious.
“You like that?” he whispers. “Knowing I’m standing here looking at their cum dripping out of you?”
“Nathaniel—please—“
“That’s not an answer.”
His thumb circles harder, faster. My hips jerk.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I like it.”
He frees his cock in one motion and drags the head over my pussy once, slow enough to make my knees shake, then lines himself up, pinning both my wrists above my head with one hand against the railing.
He pushes inside me in one deep thrust.
My back bows against the railing. His hand tightens around my wrists, pinning them with a force that borders on cruel.
“Nathaniel—ah—“
He pulls out halfway and slams back in. My breath shatters. Heat explodes through my stomach.
His free hand drags down my thigh, gripping hard, angling me higher so he can bury himself deeper.
