“Your dick, Grady. I need it. Please.”
A strange combination of emotions stirs in me. My dick twitches but my brow furrows. I like this. And I don’t. Is it the same for her? Is that what she really needs? To not be alone in this confusing mix of reactions. To know that who she’s with feels the pleasure and the pain just as strongly as she does.
“Turn around,” I say, helping her from between the front seats and onto my lap. Her knees settle on either side of my thighs, her lace-covered breasts in my face. Next time, I’ll bare those. Tonight, I like the look she’s presenting me with.
I slam up into her. One hand holding her head back by her hair, the other squeezing her hip. We both still. The connection, the fullness, as we take it all in.
“Grady,” she whispers. A plea, a prayer.
“Lou,” I whisper back, then press my mouth to hers, heightening whatever this current is passing between us.
Giving it a minute to tinder the coals, grow into something more. A tethering, of sorts. Her and I. Skin to skin. Soul to soul.
It’s crazy talk in my brain. Illogical. Intangible. A nonsensical thought process. But Ifeelit with a terrifying need.
I pound into her. As roughly as I can in our cramped quarters of the back seat.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she cries.
I pull tighter at her hair, and she matches me with her cunt. Sweat beads along her neck as she bounces, meeting me thrustfor thrust. I watch the first droplet start to race down. I want to lick her sweet salt.
“How? How does it feel so good?”
I don’t know. But it does. Better than anything before. Better than anyone before her. She hugs me like I was built to be inside her and only her. Rolling my hips into her, her ass bounding against my thighs, I don’t want to pull out, even a little. Not ever. I want to die with my dick buried in her.
“I don’t know, Lou, but I feel like a fucking addict. Your pussy is my new drug.”
“Fuck me harder, Grady.”
My fingers tighten on her hip as I pound harder. I won’t last another minute if she keeps doing whatever the fuck she’s doing with the walls of her cunt. It’s a pulse, like her main artery is wrapped around my dick.
“Get there, Lou,” I say, moving my fingers to the crease of her ass. Finding the tighter hole, I press. Not much, but enough for a dry burn. Hopefully, it’s what she needs. “Get there, now.”
“Oh! Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, Grady!”
Our bodies slap harder and louder.
“Now, Lou,” I shout, yanking her hair as the first bead of warm cum leaks into the condom. Damn, how I wish we were raw.
“Grady!” Her body shakes violently with her release. Her head pulling against my hand, her spine twisting like a serpent. My eyes can’t see straight, my focus reduced to only the flawless skin in front of me. Racking shivers overtake her until she’s panting for air, and languid. I hardly even register that I came with her, that I breathe in accelerated time with her.
“Fucking hell.” I push her back enough to pull out, and she whimpers, making me smile. I remove the condom, tie the end, and drop it to the floorboards. She collapses on my chest. Her damp skin is cloaking my own. She tucks her head under my chin, and her warm breath tickles the side of my neck. “You good?”
I wrap my arms around her, dragging one up and down her spine. Feeling every tiny mountain on my way up to her nape, where I pause to massage.
“Better,” she says, her body sighing into my palm. “Was it okay? For you? I mean, I don’t know. I didn’t ask what you like.”
“I like being inside you,” I say. “I likeyou.”
“I like you too, Grady.” She pulls her head back to look up at me. “But you didn’t really answer the question I was trying to ask.”
“Rough is good with me. I’ll pull your hair, spank your ass, talk some shit. We can even work on some breath play, in time,” I tell her, making plans for the future I don’t know exists. “I’ll always make you come. But don’t ask me to really hurt you, Lou. That’s where I’d draw a line. I don’t have that in me.”
“You’ll protect me even from myself, won’t you?”
“Probably not, but I’ll always try to,” I promise her. We are our own worst enemies is a popular saying because it’s true. I learned a long time ago that there’s only so much I can do, and it usually amounts to putting the fire out once it has burned out of control.
I’m exceptional at that.
