My skirt falls over my lap as I stare down at the way his cock bulges against his jeans. I struggle to unbutton them, but he takes over with a laugh when I get frustrated.
“Take these off,” I say as I climb into the front seat, and he groans as I arch my spine and flash him my ass.
“Fucking hell, Dev,” he mutters, and I fight my grin as I grab a condom along the bottle of lube from the glove box. When I put them in there months ago, it was wishful thinking, but right now?
I’m thankful for my planning.
When I turn around, Aaron is fighting the cramped back seat to remove his pants, but finally tosses them aside with a triumphant grin. He smiles at me, wearing only his boxer briefs and white t-shirt, and all those muscles are even more delicious in the faint light. His cock sits against his hip, and he groans quietly as I grip him through his underwear.
“Lube?” he asks, and I hand it over. “C’mere, pretty,” he murmurs, and I slide into my spot on his lap. The bottle cap clicks open as he lifts my skirt and slides my panties aside.
“Want me to take them off?”
“Fuck no,” he answers immediately, and my budding laugh turns into a moan as a slicked finger finds my hole. “Tell me if I need to slow down.”
“You don’t,” I say as I press back against him. “You need to do the opposite and hurry.”
He laughs again as the first finger slips inside me, and I find his mouth as he sinks it deeper. My mouth maps his skin, kissing lips and cheeks, brushing over his nose and panting into his ear as he pumps it in and out, and by the time he pushes the second inside as well, I’m desperate.
“More,” I breathe, and he nods as he kisses me harder. I pant against his lips as he stretches me further, building me higher with every pump of his fingers. Moans pass between us as he adds a third, and I’m sure I’ll combust as I sink onto them.
“I’m ready,” I whimper.
He pulls back to look in my eyes. “You’re sure?”
I nod, then whine again when he leaves me empty.
He tears the condom open with his teeth, and I only get a fleeting glance of his thick cock as he slides it on. More lube is spread over his length, and I lift onto my knees and pull my panties aside.
I drop my body, lining us up and meeting his eyes before I bear down. We both groan as he slips inside me.
“Holy shit,” he gasps as I take more of him, and my thighs tremble as I lower myself. He kisses me like he’s starved for it, and I work him deeper until I’m fully seated. The fabric of my skirt drags over my cock as I rise and drop back down, and even that tiny friction has me seeing stars.
“Dev,” he groans, and pulls my face to his as I build a rhythm. His honey-brown eyes are locked on mine as we move in tandem, and he alternates between kissing me and ripping his mouth free to release the most helpless noises. His arms band around me so tightly his fingers pit my flesh, and as he thrusts up into me, it’s my turn to call out.
Everything is tight. Hot and wet. Slapping skin and tugged hair. Kisses that are frantic, and others that are sweet, and a stretch that lifts goosebumps on my limbs with every thrust.
I moan his name, and he moans right along with me.
“I’m not gonna last,” he breathes as his hips move faster, losing their rhythm as his breath punches out of him. “Shit, I’m… I’m close.”
“Me too,” I whisper, and he fights my skirt to get the fabric out of his way.
As soon as he grips my cock through my panties, I tense. His name leaves me again, and it only takes a few light rubs of his palm before all that tightness breaks free. Every muscle in my body wrings out as release makes me gasp, my cock hammering as bursts of heat flood my panties.
He curses under his breath at the feel of my cum-soaked underwear, and his fingernails dig into my back as he thrusts up and holds there. Low, helpless moans leave his throat as he comes into the catch of the condom, and I rock slowly on top of him until we both sag. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his pulse race behind his ribcage.
Aaron chuckles, and when I glance up at him, he’s grinning in the moonlight.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, almost too relaxed to form words.
“I just realized we ended the day how we started it.”
“Oh?” I murmur, and his smile spreads as he looks down at me. “How’s that?”
“Refusing to stop.”
CHAPTER 01: JERICHO
