Page 16 of Carved in Scars


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“You can if you want. Or you can get in the car, and I can take them off you.”

I still don’t move or say a word.

He releases the thigh hitched around his waist and backs away. At first, I think he will leave me here like this. Then he opens the back door to the car and looks at me, waiting.

I steady myself on shaky legs and climb inside.

He follows, closes the door behind him, then moves in and starts kissing me again. He grabs my hips and pulls me down flat on my back on the seat and then slips his fingers under the waistband of my shorts on each side.

“Wait…” I tell him.

“What?”

I don’t say anything. I lie there for a few seconds, staring at the dome light until it goes off. “Okay, go.”

There are things about my body that I don’t want him or anyone else to see. In this dark car, in a dark parking lot, I should be able to keep hiding.

I slip my shoes from my feet while he pulls my shorts off my body, leaving me bare and exposed. I suck in a breath as he runs his fingers over my slick center before pushing two of them inside me.

“God, you’re soaked,” he says, moving them in and out of me. I grip the side of the bench seat hard in my hands and grit my teeth to try and keep myself from crying out while he fingers me, slowly at first then faster. I lose the battle and drop my head back as he pulls the moan from my lips.

“You really were about to come, weren’t you?” he asks. He removes his wet fingers and circles my clit.

“Would you just…fuck me?” I groan.

He furrows his brow. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

He pulls his hand back, and I hear him fumbling with his belt. I sit up and help him pull them down over his hips, freeing his hard cock. I’m admittedly shocked when I see how big he is, and he must see it on my face, too.

“It will feel good,” he says. He pushes me back down onto my back, stroking it in his hands before pulling a condom from his wallet and rolling it down the length of him.

He reaches down under my ass, bringing my hips toward him and positioning himself between my legs. Then, I feel him push past my entrance in one smooth, slow motion. His size stretches me; I feel it burn at first, but I’m so wet that there’s no resistance.

“Oh my god,” I say, digging my nails into his forearms.

“Fuck,” he says back, almost sounding pained as he starts thrusting in and out of me. “You feel so damn good, Ally.”

I arch my back and whimper at his words. I’m so close already; I want so much more. I take one of my legs and prop it on the center console in the front of the car, spreading wider, and feel that tension at my core about to unravel.

“Devon…harder.”

He looks absolutely feral when he pushes my shirt and bra up, revealing my breasts before he gives me what I asked for—again and again—until my legs are shaking and my toes are curling. My eyes actually roll back into my head when I come in the backseat of the car, and I’m such a mess I think I even yelled his name. My body is still spasming when his own stiffens, and I feel his dick pulsing inside me.

We lie in the back like that for a minute—sweaty, winded, and half-naked.

I start to panic a little, losing myself in my head. Not wanting to go down that hole, I reach for him, looking for anything that will anchor me in reality right now. I push my hands through his hair, then down over his gauged ears, running my fingers over theplugs, and for whatever reason, it actually works. I’m out of my head. I’m back in my body, in this car.

I’m…fine.

But…what the fuck did I just do?

Devon props himself on his elbows, then leans down and kisses me on my mouth. “Well, this is not at all how I thought tonight was going to go. In the best way.”

“Yeah, me either,” I say. “Devon, can you take me home now?”

“Yeah, but—”

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