“What you’re doing now,” he answers through gritted teeth.
“This?” I rock over him, spreading my arousal over an impossibly hard rod.
“Or this?” I grab his cock and glide it over the surface of my thong, grazing the folds of my apex.
“Fuck, Elise,” he groans, tilting his hips to crest at my entrance.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask shakily, my muscles strainingnotto sit on his steel cock. Wet and throbbing, my center seeks to take him to the hilt.
Randall reaches out to the glove compartment to extract the square foil package. It’s ripped with his teeth, the condomsheathing so quickly, I don’t have time to process that he has a stash of condoms in his glove compartment.
It will give me pause, later, I’m sure. But I won’t obsess about it now. Iwon’t.
“Elise, look at me.” My eyes refocus on Randall. “Lead me in, baby.”
I dare anyone to deny this beautiful man right now. Not while he’s so unrestrainedly masculine but alsoslayed. In control and so very out of it. I guide him to my entrance while we look at each other, eyes hooded and hungry. He grits his teeth as he thrusts up and…
Oh, yes. Yes. This. This is what I’ve been wanting. Oh god.
“Me too, Elise. You have no idea.”
Was I rambling out loud? Who cares when he’s sheathed deep, the fuzz of man trail along his lower abs rubbing my clit and making me ache for more.
He’s carrying my full weight, lifting me as he thrusts up. I press a hand on the roof to keep from banging my head on it.
“You feel too good. Toogood,dammit,” he grunts.
We find our rhythm, pounding and crashing, bouncing and writhing. He pushes his hips up while I grind down till we’re sweaty and tangled. My climax is near, and he knows it.
Randall stills, restraining me from riding the wave that keeps building and building. He reaches between us and grazes my swollen clit with a thumb. His other hand cups my ass possessively.
“I don’t want to stop doing this, Elise. Not when we’re this good together. God, tell me I can have you.Tellme.”
I kiss him hard, sucking his tongue and tasting his depths. “You have me now,” I mumble into his mouth.
The hand on my ass gets greedier, the one on my apex presses urgently, exactly the way I need.
“I have you now,” he repeats throatily, barely sounding like himself. He restarts his upward drive. Rough and insistent, his invasion offers perfect friction.
The wave that’s been building crests, drowning me in pleasure. The release isn’t a release at all; it keeps going and going. I seek his eyes. They gleam with so much intensity, he almost looks angry.
“I’m losing my mind, Elise. Need you so desperately I can’t think straight. Why, baby? Why are you letting me slam into your perfect cunt in a goddamn parking lot?”
“Because I want you to.”
“Gotta be inside you all the fucking time. All the fucking time, Elise. Do you feel it?”
“Yes, Randall. Oh god, yes.”
A palm smacks my ass, and he grunts. “Say it.”
I push our foreheads together so he feels my breath when I say the words. Words that are no longer a playful seduction. It’s a plea to give and to take. An admission of frantic, reckless need whispered into the dark.
“Yes, sir.”
He kisses the words out of me, the sound of skin to skin and the taste of Randall building me up anew. Our bodies grind in perfect rhythm, our kiss taking me higher and higher.
When his climax hits, Randall’s mouth gapes open. His cock thickens and surges, reaching me at an even deeper level. My spasms greedily milk his orgasm. I cling to his hair as he buries his face in my neck. We grind until every bit of energy is spent.
