"True. You and me both then." I reach for his belt and undo it. His fly is next. "No second thoughts?"
"No second thoughts," he says between heated kisses while I cup his cock through his boxers.
"I want you so bad."
"I know," he says with so much cockiness in his voice that it makes me laugh.
"Arrogant prick." I plunge my tongue into his mouth as my hand continues to fondle him.
Holy shit, this is so wrong, I think as my hips start to grind against him. I need friction. Need something to take the edge off before I blow up.
He groans and curses, his teeth clenched, his fingers digging into my back.
I love how I can make him lose control like this. I’ve only ever seen him this unhinged on stage.
I want to explore every inch of his body. To see if he tastes the same everywhere. I wish the weather was nicer and we could just do it outside on the grass, stretch out on a blanket and do all the things to each other that we’ve never dared to try with anyone else. But the rain has intensified, and we’re stuck here, in the front seat of this rental, with the steering wheel bumping against my back. Still, it’s no less exciting.
"Can I take these off?" he asks, almost shyly pulling on my fishnets with his thumb and index finger.
"Okay," I breathe out, hiking my tee up a bit to give him access to everything he wants.
I have to change my position briefly, and he doesn’t waste any time rolling my tights down my hips. We rearrange our limbs and fumble with our clothes for a few minutes giggling and cursing excessively because there’s not enough room to do what we really want.
But we make it work.
Yes. A miracle happens and I eventually find myself back on top of him with my tee on but my tights and my panties on the back seat. His jeans are half down his thighs, and we’re just there, rutting against each other with his cock pressed up to my pussy as if letting me get used to the size of him.
He cups my ass and lifts me up slightly, positioning himself at my entrance.
"Ready?" he asks.
"What kind of question is that?"
"Just have to make sure."
"Oh shut up. Let’s fuck, you considerate asshole." I slap his cheek playfully, preparing for the pain that I know will come the moment he enters me, because he’s not small at all.
But there is none. Just a pleasant stretching sensation as he buries himself balls deep inside me.
"Jesus Christ." I release a loud exhale, my eyes fluttering shut. "I wasn’t expecting you to be so…"
"Big?" he finishes for me. His voice is tense as he seems to restrain himself from moving any more. "There ain’t an award for it."
"There should be." A moan lingers right on the tip of my tongue, but I wait a heartbeat, wait until he starts moving to let it out. It feels liberating.
"Is this okay?" he asks. Even now, he’s a fucking gentleman. Like there’s a polite way to have wild sex in a car.
"It will be if you slap my ass."
He does as I say. A thousand tiny sparks shoot up through my body at the contact.
"Oh, baby," he mumbles against my ear, and one hand reaches up to tangle in my hair as our hips start to match each other’s movements. "You feel so good."
My head is thrown back. He feels so good too. So incredibly good. He’s hitting the perfect spot as he keeps drilling into me. The car rocks while the rain pummels the roof above us.
"Jesus Christ." I moan again, but this time, it’s louder, more desperate.
Deep down, I know this is wrong. It defies everything about me. Ruins who I am. Ruins the fact that I’m not a cheater, thefact that I’m loyal. It almost feels like a revenge fuck on some molecular level. Only, it’s not. It’s two people enjoying each other. No strings attached.
