“I know.” He laughs a second time before I send an evil grin back and push up onto my feet, using them as I bounce on his cock.
“Holy fuck.” He groans out, tossing his head back as I move faster over him, feeling his hands tightening, one on my hip and one coming back up, wrapping around my throat. I can feel how close he’s coming to his release as his hands grab tighter onto me. His head falls back against the seat again.
Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulls me to him as he slams his cock inside me to the hilt. My convulsions consuming me, as I feel him twitching inside me as he releases.
I slowly let myself sink back onto my knees as I pull back, fractionally, and looking at him. His head’s still laid against the seat.
“I love you too.” I finally tell him, causing his head to shoot up, eyes wide, looking at me, grabbing the back of head and slamming a kiss to my lips.
* * *
We lie motionless for longer than we should. On the side of the road, in his police cruiser, with my shirt cut open and his cock still inside of me.
He laughs as he looks at me.
“Were you heading home?”
“Yeah,” I nod.
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Well, it’s kind of obvious what just went on. You have freshly fucked hair, a shirt that’s obviously cut open, and…” he trails off.
“And what?” I glare back at him.
“And you’re gonna end up with my cum dripping down your thighs.” His eyes light up as we both feel me clench down around him. “You like the sound of that?”
Nodding my head, he laughs again. “God, you’re so sexy.”
“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?” I tilt my head.
“I’m off for the day. I was getting ready to call you when I saw you drive past and all I could think is, It’s too fucking good.”
Lifting myself off him, we both whimper out as he falls frominside me. I watch him as he puts himself away and have to stop myself from biting my lip.
Sliding to the door, he pushes against it, and the door budges an inch before stopping.
“Shit,” he mutters, looking back at me.
“What?”
“It — it latched.”
“What?”
“I kept it cracked, but apparently someone moved the car enough...” He laughs, shaking his head.
“How is this funny?”
“Come on, Sketch, it’s kind of funny.”
“How are we gonna get out?”
“You could call Low.”
“My phone’s in my car…”
