Page 32 of Easy Steal
“Fuck it,” he said, so softly I almost didn’t hear.
A moment later, he yanked the steering wheel to the right and pulled off down a narrow street. He sped up, pushing the gear stick backwards and forwards as he navigated the tight turns of the road to wherever we were headed.
Without notice, we came to a screeching halt at a dead end road.
Then it was nothing but darkness and hands.
We collided, his impossibly soft lips and incredibly rough hands all over my body. Everything with him was so contrasting.
So soft, yet so calloused.
So gentle, yet so rough.
I didn’t even know that I wanted him this badly a mere ten minutes ago. But now, it was all I could think about. He pulled away, clambering over the centre console and got into the backseat, reaching forward and pulling me over too by my forearm.
I straddled him, hunched over so my head wouldn’t hit the roof of the car.
His hands tangled themselves in my hair, pulling it away from my neck so his lips could meet my throat. I let out a soft moan and then his hands were tugging at the bottom of my shirt. I pulled it over my head, and threw it to the front seat.
I pushed up his shirt, feeling his hard stomach underneath it. He tore it off quickly, throwing it and it landed on the steering wheel. We both made quick work, tearing our jeans off as quickly as we could manage in the tight space.
I couldn’t get my leg out, and I chuckled, falling back onto the backseat as he tugged and tugged to get the tight denim off me.
“Finally,” he growled as it came free, before he balled them up and threw them hard against the windscreen.
Sam manoeuvred and climbed on top of me, his usually light brown eyes dark as he eyed me up and down. He scooted back, and knelt on the floor of the car and parted my legs. His finger ran up and down the middle of my panties, slowly, torturously, before he pulled them to the side and met my skin with his mouth.
Another moan escaped me as he french kissed me down there, his lips and tongue working slowly around me.
His finger returned, teasing and pushing inside of me bit by bit as his tongue sped up. I pressed my hand against the fogged glass and put another hand over my mouth as I got closer and closer to finishing.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
He only replied with a chuckle against me, the vibrations of his laugh doing something I had never experienced. With one more flick of his tongue, and one light suck, I shuddered. My nails dug into the bare skin of his back, dragging upwards as my body folded and shook. He pressed kisses up my torso as he rose, pulling himself up.
His hands reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his wallet and retrieving a gold package from inside it. His hands wandered inside his own underwear, stroking slowly as I watched him.
I bit my lip as he pulled them down, his cock in his hands.
I shook my head at the sight of him, resisting the urge to reach out and grab it myself. I watched him as he tore the foil open with his teeth, and rolled the condom on slowly, his eyes never leaving my body.
He pushed himself up, resting one knee on the backseat and one still on the floor as he grabbed my thighs and pulled me down towards him.
He leaned over me, his mouth nearly against my own.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked, so quietly.
I nodded quickly, wrapping my arms around his neck and reaching down to guide him inside of me. He hissed in a breath as he pushed all the way in, and I threw my head back, drunk from the feeling.
“Fuck,” he whispered through gritted teeth as he pulled out, and pushed back in again.
His hand reached up to steady himself on the headrest as he moved faster and faster. Each stroke sent a warm feeling through my core.
My hand reached out, placing my palm against the foggy glass window to stop my head from bashing against the door. Without missing a beat, he reached forward, grabbing his shirt from the front and putting it behind my head.
Once he knew that I wouldn’t sustain a head injury, his thrusts turned harder, and harder, slamming into me beat after beat.
The leather backseat was slick and sticky from sweat, and his knee slipped off.
