"You can," I murmur back, ready for him to kiss me again, but as fast as he grabbed me, he lets go and steps back.
"Then get in the car," he demands, already starting to walk around to the driver's side, and I don't hesitate to obey.
As soon as the car doors close, Ethan's hands are everywhere. He pushes the driver's seat back as far as it goes and pulls me into his lap, a leg on each side of his waist, my chest pressed to his, his hands in my hair, and his mouth glued to mine again.
My vision seems blurry with lust, but I manage to pull back enough to say:
"They could catch us here..."
He stops kissing my neck to lift his eyes and answer me:
"I won't let anyone see you, I promise. The windows are dark enough and I'll stop at the slightest sound of someone coming closer. Deal?"
Everyone knows what's forbidden is hotter, right? I knew it was risky, the parking lot was clear of people at that moment, but it wouldn't stay that way forever. He doesn't let me hesitate for long and adds:
"I swear we'll be quick and I'll make it worth it."
You know what? Screw it. I'd never done anything like that before and fuck, how I wanted to! I murmur something like "we have to be quick" and he smiles in approval before kissing me again.
If I was going to take the risk, I was going to make the most of it: I tear off my cardigan and get him free of the jacket too, making everything easier for touching.
I run my hands over the player's bare arms, squeezing and lightly scratching all that warm skin. Ethan has those popped veins that are inexplicably really sexy and make me want to lick them, but I control myself and choose to slide my fingers under his shirt. He stops kissing me to devote himself to my waist and breasts, and I moan when he pinches my hardened nipples through my clothes.
I go back to kissing him while I take one of his hands and put it under the crop top. When he realizes I'm not wearing a bra, he groans into my mouth and grabs my whole breast with real hunger. It doesn't take more than a second for the other hand to do the same.
Automatically, I rub my groin against Ethan's and it's so good that we both stop kissing to moan. I repeat the movement and he throws his head back. I'm not sad when the big hands leave my breasts, because they both go to my butt and he presses me against him.
"You're going to kill me like this." His sentence is followed by another moan, and I let a shameless little smile slip out. "Will you let me touch you? See how wet you are for me?" he asks, and I bite my lip before nodding up and down, which makes even more lust radiate from his eyes.
Ethan opens my pants quickly and I lift off his lap to let his big hand slip into my panties and reach my pussy. I gasp the moment the first touch hits my swollen clit. The man between my legs closes his eyes and groans.
"Holy shit, gorgeous, you're soaked," he remarks, and I even think about answering, but in that same instant Ethan pushes a finger into me and I close my eyes in pleasure. "So hot and tight... When it's my cock I'm going to lose my mind."
"Mm-hm." It's all I manage to murmur. The dark-haired guy bites my earlobe and then my chin. The in-and-out of his finger in my pussy, along with the palm of his hand rubbing my clit, is doing crazy things inside me.
"You want another finger, Charlie?" he asks, and I don't think I've ever answered a "yes" so fast before. Ethan lets out an amused little puff through his nose, but then does exactly what I asked. I moan and grind against his hand, totally surrendered to this moment and to this guy's touch.
But when he curls his fingers inside me and hits my G-spot with every back and forth, I feel like I'm one step from paradise. My reflex is to lift my hips toward his hand, but Ethan holds me firmly, pressing his erection even harder beneath me. I can't control myself and moan long and loud. If there were anyone in that area right now, they'd hear me beg him not to stop.
Never stop.
I dig my nails into his arms and let my head fall against his neck, letting him keep fucking me in that perfect way.
"You moan so hot, Charlotte. And your delicious pussy is squeezing me like a vise. Are you going to do the same when it's my cock?"
"Y-yes."
"And are you going to grind like that too?"
"I am. Just really slow, until I drive you crazy," I reply, and I surprise myself, because I was never one to talk much during sex, but I was enjoying it.
"Fuck, I want that so bad. But later, right now I need to know what your face looks like when you come," he states, and pulls my hair from the base of my nape until I'm looking at him, our faces so close his breath hits my cheek.
Ethan does some magic that lets him bring his thumb up onto my clit, and that's how I lose the battle against the orgasm for good.
"Come for me. Come, Charlie," he asks, and I feel myself explode into a thousand little pieces in that same instant. Raw pleasure spreads from my center into my whole bloodstream. I close my eyes, seeing only the stars caused by my own release, and feel Ethan's hand cover my mouth, surely to muffle my too-loud moans. The ecstasy is followed by a blackout of a few seconds, and I melt against the body of the man between my legs.
Ethan places little kisses on my neck and face until I can think again and open my eyes.
