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“No, keep the cap.” She took a deep breath and then planted her palms against my chest so hard I knocked my head against the doorjamb before tumbling back onto the seat.

“Ar! Jesus, Indy.” I rubbed my head while she stared at me, hand over her mouth and eyes wide. “Was your teenage fantasy to give me a concussion?”

“I’m sorry! That was meant to be a sexy, determined push.”

“It was determined, all right.” I groaned as she scrambled on top of me, kneeing me in the groin in the process.

“Sorry! Sorry!” She giggled as I wrapped my hands around her waist to keep her from inflicting any more damage. “This is not the simple seduction I was imagining.”

“Good to know your plan wasn’t to injure me.” I leaned back against the seat, holding her tight.

“No, I swear. I didn’t mean to knee you in the nards.” She bit her lip to stop laughing. “Are you okay?”

I nodded catching my breath. “What’s next?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I want to make out in the back seat of your car.”

“Ah, okay. That I can do.” I brushed her hair back from her face and stared at her lips.

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you to make the first move, obviously,” I teased.

“Oh.” Her eyes dipped to my mouth. She was so damn cute—she had all the power, she always had—and never realized it. Finally, she made her move, straddling me and pressing a tentative kiss to my lips, her hands stroking over my pecs. My muscles twitched and so did my dick. Somehow I managed to keep my own hands still, loosely attached to her hips even though what I wanted to do was grip them hard and rub her against my growing erection.

I let her explore my mouth, twist her hands into my shirt. I wanted her to take the lead. “You’re being such a tease,” she said against my cheek.

“Is that right?” I laughed. Fuck it, she wanted a make-out session in the back of my car worthy of all those teenage fantasies? I was going to give her one. I threaded my fingers through her hair, bringing her lips to mine possessively. My fingers on her chin, I eased her mouth open, sweeping my tongue against hers, wanting to drown in her.

It was hard to believe that our first kiss had been a disaster, because this? This was wildfire, a chemical reaction. She whimpered and slid her hands up my shirt, fingers grasping at my skin hard enough to leave a mark. I trapped them there and dove for her neck, sucking, nipping just enough to leave my own mark. I can’t remember the last time I’d given a girl a hickey. It was kinda fun.

She sat back on her heels, crossed her arms over her waist, and lifted her shirt over her head in one smooth movement. She wore a pretty lace bra—white—her erect pink nipples peeking through. I sat up and sucked them through the material making her wiggle on my lap.

“Fuck, Indy. What’d I tell you about making those noises? You’re gonna make me lose it.” I groaned, once again embarrassingly close to coming in my pants at the keening sounds she was making and the way she was grinding on me.

“Not yet,” she laughed. “We’re just getting started.” She pushed me back against the window, then stole my cap and put it on. She bent over, lifting up my shirt and kissing her way up my chest as she went. I ripped it over my head so fast it made me dizzy. Not as dizzy as she made me though, slowly licking and kissing a path down my abs. I was hard as steel when she finally undid my jeans, my dick springing to attention.

I couldn’t breathe or move as she cupped me, pressing kisses to my length and then taking me in those sweet lips. “Fuck!” I whispered. I’d never dared imagine this in all my teenage fantasies. It was the one line I didn’t cross, imagining her taking me in her mouth, which had been an exceptional feat considering how obsessed I was with those lips. She swirled her tongue over me, bobbing her head, and I swear to god, I almost lost it right then, but I wanted her to come too.

“Wait, Indy,” I managed. “Get on top of me.”

She blinked, wiped the saliva off on the back of her hand. My dick twitched, cursing me out. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I want to watch you ride me.”

Somehow in that tight space we managed to peel her jeans off. She straddled me, and I pushed her underwear to the side, dragging a finger over her, delving into her soft, wet flesh. She moaned and took me in hand, rubbing the head of my cock on her clit. I passed her a condom and she rolled it on, positioned herself over me, and slowly sank down.

The sight of my cock sliding into her hot, tight pussy was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, next to her perky tits bouncing while she circled her hips over me. I wasn’t going to last long and neither was she.

I lifted her up and turned her around, her ass against my abdomen. “Let’s try something else.”

I slid back inside her. “Oh god,” she moaned and arched back over me, wiggling her hips as I cupped her tits, pinching her nipples. Then I reached one hand down so I could tickle her clit while she found her rhythm. One thing about Indy, she could move. And in no time, I felt her tighten around me, and she cried out, her pussy squeezing me as she came.

I pressed my forehead into her back, biting her shoulder blade as my own orgasm ripped through me.

Afterward we lay there breathless, my heart still thumping in my ears, legs cramped. “Wow, Indy, that was some ride,” I finally managed to say, only it came out less teasing and more awestruck.

She peeked over her shoulder at me through her hair. “You liked it?”