She grinned as I pulled back, continuing her slow motions up and down my shaft, sometimes squeezing harder, sometimes moving her hand away altogether to rest on my thigh. My cock tented the blue knit of her sweater, looking ridiculous.
As the sun set and threw oranges and yellows across the sky, she grew bolder, pulling down her tank top to free a tit. Just one. Plush and full, her nipple darker and shinywith milk. She wasn’t lying. The car rumbled along, others whizzing by, and she played with herself.
“Give me a taste,” I demanded, keeping my eye on the road as best I could. “Please, baby.”
We pulled up to a junction as she swiped at her nipple and pressed her moistened finger against my bottom lip. I sucked it in, swirling my tongue and grinning around it when she gasped.
“I don’t think I’m going to make it home,” she sighed, pressing her finger down harder on my tongue before withdrawing and sitting back, sliding her hand beneath the waistband of her leggings, using my spit as lube to rub herself.
“Good job we’re not going home,” I growled when she squeezed me again. One hand working herself, the other still teasing me. She was right; this couldn’t go on much longer; I needed my mouth on her. Now.
So I pulled into the parking lot of the high school, positioning us right at the back of the lot, underneath an enormous oak tree that always got the car covered in bird shit but was invisible from the building. Not that anyone would be in this late, but couldn’t be too careful.
As soon as the car was parked, I dove and she yelped, her hand falling free of me. I scooped her up and lifted, chucking her into the backseat with a grunt, beforefollowing her over, squeezing my fat ass through the chairs so I could loom over her.
She had a wide grin on her beautiful face, and I needed to kiss it.
We met in a mess of limbs and teeth, the urgency between us intense as I yanked her shirt down to release her other tit and she grabbed my cock again, bringing her legs up around my waist.
I groaned as her milk flooded my tongue, sucking and licking like I belonged there. And I fucking did. I needed all of her skin on mine.
Maneuvering was fucking hard in this space, but we managed, ripping each other’s clothes free until the only things between us were her yanked-down shirt and my socks. But Zora shook her head and pulled them off me, too, cackling as I squirmed and my toes popped free.
“It’s fucking cold!” I said through a laugh, sitting my bare ass on the leather seats as she climbed on top of me.
“Well, let me warm you up, then.” She winked and smirked, and we both giggled some more.
“How the fuck did you make a living having sex when those are the kind of lines you pull?” I teased, pinching her nipples as she settled on my lap, her legs on either side of mine, her warm pussy on my thigh.
“So rude,” she snapped back. “I’ll have you know I was very good at my job.”
“Oh.” I kissed her neck. “I don’t doubt it. After all, I was your customer once.”
She let her head fall onto my shoulder. “That’s so weird.”
“Nothing about this is normal.” I cupped her ass with my hands and lifted her. My cock was raging to get inside her warm body, and I’d had enough of waiting. “Fuck me, beautiful.”
She looked up at me, and for a second we sat and let it all wash over us. Naked in a fast-chilling car in late fall. Zora shivered and straightened, lifting her thighs and positioning herself.
“What was it you said earlier?” she asked, hovering over me. “Say it again.”
I had to think for a minute. “I’ve got you?” I remembered. “Everything will fall into place if we just keep doing the next thing?”
She nodded. “Yeah.” Then she sank down onto me, both of us groaning as her walls stretched to accommodate. She was wet, horny, but without any real foreplay it was all so much tighter.
“Shit.” I ran my hands up and down the back of her thighs, helping her fuck me, lifting and dropping her body to catch the rhythm I needed.
“God, you feel amazing.” Zora’s hands roamed down my chest. “Love this bit here.” She rubbed my stomach, my waist, her eyes locking on mine as she worked us to the edge.
Hard and fast. That’s what it had to be in a car.
Soon, we’d have a place. Or I’d have a place she could visit, and we’d have real privacy, all the time in the world to fuck each other and learn every tic and trigger. But for now? For now, we had to take what we could get.
And I wanted that droplet of milk glistening from her nipple. Diving in, I sucked her deep, my eyes rolling back and a gasp falling from her mouth. Her hand wrapped around my head to hold me in place, and she fucked me harder, slamming her hips up and down with little breathy moans each time she bottomed out.
She kept going, faster and faster, until she moved my hand to her clit. “Touch me,” she demanded, her face screwed up.
Still sucking her, I rubbed her pussy, chasing her body up and down and keeping a steady rhythm. My girl was close. I wanted to hold off and watch her lose her mind over my cock.
