He laughs. “Not hardly. I looked at your tag the other night. The lingerie you wear is gorgeous, but I might need to see you in something a little naughtier.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yep, but no peeking. Now, run along, Gorgeous. Coffee shop closes in thirty.”
He smacks my ass, and I get all kinds of ideas. I may have to make a slight detour on the way to Drip.
“Get that fine ass in the house,” I say, as she pulls into her drive. My patience is a thin thread right now, my cock imprinting against the zipper of my pants.
We step out of the car, and I make a move to go inside, but Molly is stalling.
I swat at said ass, as she leisurely bends down in front of me, seemingly preoccupied with some stone in the driveway, or maybe a few stray leaves. I don’t know what the hell she’s looking at, but I know what my view is, and it’s testing the pitiful amount of self-control I have left.
“Or what?” she teases. “What are you going to do if I decide now is the perfect time to look for four-leaf clovers in the yard? Or maybe I should take a minute to check the bird feeders and make sure they’re full?”
This woman. She teases me and makes me crazy. And I love every fucking second of it. Sex has never been playful for me, not even when there were games involved. It was a means to an end, an exercise in mutual pleasure. It was gratifying, sure, but never playful.
But with Molly? It’s a different experience all together. It’s about her pleasure, and the pleasure I get from making her feel good.
“In that case, I’ll need to spank those gorgeous cheeks, just to show you what disobedience will get you.” She giggles in response, knowing she’s getting exactly what she wanted.
“But you should know by now, I’m not a patient man, Molls.” I nearly growl those last few words, and Molly gasps as I press my erection against her backside. Widening her stance in an effort to stay upright, she grips her ankles and presses back against me, a delicious friction building between us, despite the layers of clothing that separate us.
Holy Jesus. We’re in a Goddamn front yard in a residential neighborhood. There’s a birdbath ten feet away, and on the ground in front of us is a ceramic cat figurine holding a garden gnome in its mouth. Sure, we’re partially blocked by my car, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that life is continuing as normal all around us, despite the fact that we’re on the verge of turning Stella’s driveway into a sex club. A few houses down, I can hear the hum of a lawn mower; meanwhile, I’m seconds away from lifting Molly’s skirt, shoving her thong to the side, exposing her sweet, wet pussy, and driving inside her.
This is fucking crazy. And I just want more of it.
“Is that what you want, Gorgeous? Is that what gets you wet? You never told me you were into public sex.”
She moans aloud at my questions, and I thank God for the noise of the lawnmower. Rising slightly but never losing contact, she pivots a little to the left and grips the edge of the car door, just above the window well. I’ve never been more grateful for owning a convertible in my life. Sweet Jesus. Leaning her upper body just inside the car, she pushes back impatiently.
“God, Ev. Don’t make me wait.”
I can deny her absolutely nothing. Not even driveway sex in broad daylight.
I unzip my trousers, lower my boxer briefs, and free my straining cock. I tell myself that to any passersby, we just look like two people who are intently searching for something we dropped in the car. A coin, maybe. But, in reality, I don’t give a shit. If this is what Molly wants, what Molly needs, I’ll give it to her and wave at the Goddamn lawn guy as I take her from behind.
Just like I envisioned, I lift her skirt enough to allow myself access, and she shivers slightly as the cool air touches her hot flesh. Tracing my finger along the seam of her thong, I ask, “You sure, Molls? This is what you want? You want me to fuck you right here? You can’t wait to get inside, get on a bed?”
She releases a breathy sigh, as she pushes back against me once more. “Ev,” she pants. “You know what I need. Just fucking give it to me.”
Her words turn me on. Her trust ignites a fire in me. I do know what she needs. And I will always give it to her.
Gripping my cock, I slide my hand upward to rub the tip with the pre-cum that glistens there. Holy shit, I’m about to lose my mind. I bring my hand to the base again, squeezing just enough to buy me a few more minutes of ecstasy with Molly. Pushing her thong to the side, and thankful for the voluminous skirt that hides much of what we’re doing, I tease her opening with my cock and push inside.
My hands wrap around her hips and rock us in a steady rhythm that has Molly moaning and cursing and gasping. We rock like that, in and out, back and forth, pleasure and pressure building between us.
“Do you feel what you do to me, Gorgeous? Can you feel how crazy you make me?” My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips and sink myself impossibly deeper inside her, hitting the spot that makes her lose control. Her body convulses around me, and I let my own release take hold. Leaning over to cover her, I hold Molly tightly, as we both ride out our orgasms.
Sooner that I’d like, reality takes hold, the breeze picks up, and we separate. Molly takes a moment to right her skirt, then reaches farther into the car and grabs a small bag. Turning to face me, she smiles. “Pull into the garage, that’ll be faster than putting the top up. And we have the house to ourselves all night. Meet me inside. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
I don’t hesitate for a minute. A few months ago, I definitely would have. But Molly scrambles my brain with need in the very best way. It’s never been like this with anyone else. But it’s so amazing with Molly, that I can’t see myself ever wanting anyone else.
I’m nervous, even though I know that’s ridiculous. My purchases today weren’t entirely impulsive. I’ve been thinking about them for awhile. And maybe I’ve always been a bit curious, and it just took Ev to bring out that side of me?
I planned to show him what I bought when we got back to my place today, but we couldn’t even make it inside the house. I’ve never been so overcome with desire for anyone but Ev. He makes me lose my mind and my inhibitions.
Either way, right now, I’m lying naked in my bed, save for a few scraps of lace, and my hands are bound together with silk ties. The idea of being bound like this has intrigued me for weeks, ever since Ev and I crossed the line in the basement bathroom of Mahady’s. I’m too much of a novice to tie myself to the headboard without doing actual damage, so I’ll leave that part to Ev. I have no doubt he’ll be up for the task.
