me, I felt a distinct
dampness spread in my panties. The thought of us hooking up out
here had just been a joke. A fantasy. I wasn’t really the kind of
girl that had sex on the side of the road. Still, I couldn't deny
the fact that every inch of my skin seemed to come alive at the
thought of our bodies moving together beneath the stars. But my
rational mind wouldn’t shut up. Someone could drive up at any
moment. God what if my moth-
“Cassandra.” His stern voice snapped me from
my worse case scenario. “It’s no longer a request.”
I took a small, hesitant step, but impatience
launched him forward and he pulled me the rest of the way. Nerves
danced in my belly as I stood in front of the car, watching lust
storm across his face. His breathing was savage as he pushed me
backward, my back flush against the hood.
“Chance--”
He didn’t speak, his hands commanding me as
he brought my legs up until my knees were bent and my thighs were
spread. Without warning, his hand shot up my skirt. I let out a
hiss of release as his fingers connected with the moist crotch of
my panties. My protests became moans, whimpers as he teased my
quivering slit behind the cotton material. I felt the cool kiss of
the night breeze as he pulled them to the side then the warm
thickness of his fingers as he plunged into my wetness. Right and
proper was silenced in favor of sexual need.
My tunnel expanded, stretching as he drove
into me. I could have let go right then, just from his skilled
assault with the crickets singing around us, but I wasn’t ready to
leave that place of sensory overload. I wanted to stay in the
moment with him deep inside, his eyes glazed with awe as he watched
what he did to me. Watched how I came undone.
When another digit joined the first, my
muscles gasped around the new girth, tightening. A moan, low and
dangerous, erupted from his mouth. His fingers rotated, finding
that piece of bliss inside me and holding on became impossible.
Little breathy moans shot from my mouth like bullets.
“I want you close before I take you,” he said
thickly. “Right at that peak before I push you over.”
And I was there, careening on the edge and I
wanted to say ‘now, PLEASE’, but the only word I could manage was
‘ungh’. I rattled like a leaf in the wind as his fingers pulled
from my core and it was a good thing that he steadied me as I
stood. Even if it was only for a second, long enough for him to
unbuckle his pants before he spun me around and pressed my chest
into the soft lining of his coat. God, he smelled good--a mix of
the woody and a crisp, bright musk.
“Spread wider for me,” he ordered. His hands
tightened on my hips. “Let me in.”
I willed my lower body to move, spreading
wider and arching my back slightly. His groan echoed over me and
when the tip of his cock roamed up and down my entrance, I couldn’t
help but fade into the lust. I forgot that at any moment someone
could zip past and see me splayed on the hood of a car. I forgot
that I could have just burned bridges at the most awkward dinner
ever. I forgot about everything except the throb of
anticipation.
Chance drove into me, my slick muscles
banding around his engorged instrument as he played my body,
demanding more, more until a moan as long and punctuated as a music
note rang out of my mouth. His fingers dug into my skin, bordering
somewhere between pain and pleasure, creating ecstasy and
magnifying everything. I felt it all: the sweat pooling in the
valley of my breasts, the knot of my nipples pressing through the
lining of Chance’s jacket, the hardened steel of the car’s hood,
and the heart that skipped a beat everytime he let out a moan. I
was climbing the hill, my body shuddering as I veered close to
climax...and light flooded my eyes.
A car.
“We should...st...sto...stop--” The car was
coming closer and I should have shrieked with embarrassment, the
lights destroying anything but white hot embarrassment, but
instead, I
dampness spread in my panties. The thought of us hooking up out
here had just been a joke. A fantasy. I wasn’t really the kind of
girl that had sex on the side of the road. Still, I couldn't deny
the fact that every inch of my skin seemed to come alive at the
thought of our bodies moving together beneath the stars. But my
rational mind wouldn’t shut up. Someone could drive up at any
moment. God what if my moth-
“Cassandra.” His stern voice snapped me from
my worse case scenario. “It’s no longer a request.”
I took a small, hesitant step, but impatience
launched him forward and he pulled me the rest of the way. Nerves
danced in my belly as I stood in front of the car, watching lust
storm across his face. His breathing was savage as he pushed me
backward, my back flush against the hood.
“Chance--”
He didn’t speak, his hands commanding me as
he brought my legs up until my knees were bent and my thighs were
spread. Without warning, his hand shot up my skirt. I let out a
hiss of release as his fingers connected with the moist crotch of
my panties. My protests became moans, whimpers as he teased my
quivering slit behind the cotton material. I felt the cool kiss of
the night breeze as he pulled them to the side then the warm
thickness of his fingers as he plunged into my wetness. Right and
proper was silenced in favor of sexual need.
My tunnel expanded, stretching as he drove
into me. I could have let go right then, just from his skilled
assault with the crickets singing around us, but I wasn’t ready to
leave that place of sensory overload. I wanted to stay in the
moment with him deep inside, his eyes glazed with awe as he watched
what he did to me. Watched how I came undone.
When another digit joined the first, my
muscles gasped around the new girth, tightening. A moan, low and
dangerous, erupted from his mouth. His fingers rotated, finding
that piece of bliss inside me and holding on became impossible.
Little breathy moans shot from my mouth like bullets.
“I want you close before I take you,” he said
thickly. “Right at that peak before I push you over.”
And I was there, careening on the edge and I
wanted to say ‘now, PLEASE’, but the only word I could manage was
‘ungh’. I rattled like a leaf in the wind as his fingers pulled
from my core and it was a good thing that he steadied me as I
stood. Even if it was only for a second, long enough for him to
unbuckle his pants before he spun me around and pressed my chest
into the soft lining of his coat. God, he smelled good--a mix of
the woody and a crisp, bright musk.
“Spread wider for me,” he ordered. His hands
tightened on my hips. “Let me in.”
I willed my lower body to move, spreading
wider and arching my back slightly. His groan echoed over me and
when the tip of his cock roamed up and down my entrance, I couldn’t
help but fade into the lust. I forgot that at any moment someone
could zip past and see me splayed on the hood of a car. I forgot
that I could have just burned bridges at the most awkward dinner
ever. I forgot about everything except the throb of
anticipation.
Chance drove into me, my slick muscles
banding around his engorged instrument as he played my body,
demanding more, more until a moan as long and punctuated as a music
note rang out of my mouth. His fingers dug into my skin, bordering
somewhere between pain and pleasure, creating ecstasy and
magnifying everything. I felt it all: the sweat pooling in the
valley of my breasts, the knot of my nipples pressing through the
lining of Chance’s jacket, the hardened steel of the car’s hood,
and the heart that skipped a beat everytime he let out a moan. I
was climbing the hill, my body shuddering as I veered close to
climax...and light flooded my eyes.
A car.
“We should...st...sto...stop--” The car was
coming closer and I should have shrieked with embarrassment, the
lights destroying anything but white hot embarrassment, but
instead, I
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