Page 29 of Are You Gonna Run?
The first snap of my hips has her releasing such an addicting noise, I do it again and again, my idea to fuck her slow and deep long gone as I think about where we are.
Yeah, the sun is down now, but that doesn’t mean we’re allowed to do this. It’s illegal, and yet I find myself feeling as alive as I did in that cemetery surrounded by the dead.
I’m pounding into her now, my hips making as much noise as she is, and I realize I’m not actually doing any better. I’m moaning as low as I can, but I’m far from quiet every single time she clenches around me.
The cool air does nothing to take the edge off as I pivot just enough that no one will see her if they round the corner. They’re closer now, I can tell.
I couldn’t care less if they see me fucking the hell out of her, but knowing they won’t see her body spurs me to keep going. “Come on, Rowyn. Come for me before everyone sees you speared on my cock. What if they start recording?”
A burst of hot air dusts across my fingers as she huffs like she doesn’t care, and I think it makes me fall a little harder. I’m pretty sure we were made for each other.
The thought alone has me thrusting a little harder, and when I pull a growly orgasm from her, I almost lose my shit right there.
I’m close, other people are close, but who’s going to win this race is up in the air.
My hand falls from her mouth so she can catch her breath, resting just a little lower around her throat. “Come inside me,” she says too loud, loud enough that I hear the other footsteps stop.
Her words and their hushed whispers have me groaning louder than I mean to, and when I let go and pump her full, I know for a fact someone is watching us.
I don’t even care.
The orgasm is so intense I struggle to regulate my breathing as my cock continues to pulse inside of her. “Baby,” I mumble into her hair, our bodies pinned together so we don’t waste a drop.
She kicks me out almost immediately and spins around, looking over my shoulder. “Put it away.”
“Nervous now?” I tease, shoving my still hard cock into my jeans as she fixes her skirt. “Get on my back so I can get us out of here.”
I turn around and bend so she can hop on, grinning a little wildly when I see another couple trying to hide like they weren’t watching.
Good. I hope they have a long talk about what they’re missing out on in life.
Rowyn’s unfiltered laughter as I get lost twice has me grinning by the time we find freedom, but as I walk us to the truck, I realize I don’t want this Halloween themed night to end. “Wanna grab some snacks here, go home and watch scary movies? They have caramel popcorn, caramel apples, just plain caramel if you want to suck it off a certain body part. Y’know, the good stuff.”
“That would be sticky,” she grumbles. “I’m into it.”
I was joking, but I like that she’s down for everything like I am.
We buy way more snacks than we need, like different fall themed popcorns and sweets, and as we drive home with the music playing I reach over to take her hand. “Today was really fucking fun, Rowyn. I think Ralph would approve.”
“I think he would too, but we can’t tell our child about our sex life. That’s weird.”
I laugh out loud, I can’t help it. “You’re right. We’ll leave those bits out so we don’t scar our child.”
Don’t think about making babies with her. Just don’t.
“Of course, you come inside of me so often we may have multiple children soon.”
That’s the comment it takes me to realize we never had the talk. It’s something we should have discussed before we ever hooked up, and I feel stupid as hell for never asking. “Wait, are you on birth control? Have I seriously never asked you that?”
“You haven’t asked, and no, I’m not.” She pops a piece of popcorn in her mouth. “I was ovulating, too.”
Well fuck.
I let myself daydream about it for a moment, and find myself grinning at the road ahead like an idiot.
Rowyn with morning sickness and cursing me for knocking her up.
Rowyn with a swollen belly knowing I’m the one who put the baby in her.
