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He quickly sheathed himself. The sheer exhilaration of being caught was a turn on, and I wanted to take my time reveling in these sensations, but I knew we needed to hurry. We were on the side of the road, and anyone could pull up behind us at any moment.
I pulled my panties to the side and moved his hard length over me, letting my wetness slick him. “Tell me you want me,” I said, using his words from just moments before, urging him to claim me, to make me his.
He kept his forehead pressed against mine as he whispered, “I want you, Siena.” Then he slammed into me, owning me.
He pulled out all the way, rotated his hips, pressing against me. That delicious sensation of him being so close to being inside of me made my insides pulsate. He stilled at my entrance, blinked once, making sure he had my full attention. He pushed into me, just light enough to make my eyes roll back in ecstasy. He moaned and bit his lip as he seemed to relish in the feeling of being just barely inside me. “I need you,” he said, slamming into me again.
I moaned out as the sensation of him filling me made me ache for even more. He set the pace, the necessity of speed at the forefront of both of our minds. I met him thrust for thrust, lifting my hips for him, each time more intense than the last.
He pushed my leg back up toward me with his arm. He moved back into me, rocking his hips, forcing his cock deep inside me, the angle allowing him to fill me to the hilt. “Come on, baby. I need to hear you.” His biting kisses radiated pleasure all the way to my toes. I felt his hands gripping my hips to the point of delicious pain. But his smooth strokes in and out of me were the perfect combination—glorious pleasure entwined with delectable pain. I looked down to where he was pressing, digging into me, and moved my hands to cover his as he rammed into me over and over.
The pain of his fingers digging into my flesh added to the intensity of the moment. “Harder,” I moaned out as he gripped me, his grunts fierce and loud. This raw animalistic passion between us drove me to a place I had never been with any other man.
It was as if he elicited something wickedly and wildly wonderful. His body called to mine, and only he could make me feel whole. Even when he was fucking me like a wild beast, a torrid romp on the side of the road . . . even like this, I felt complete when he was inside me. This realization made me quiver, gush with wetness.
Michael hissed when he saw the change in my eyes, felt the heat building in me, about to erupt. “Let me hear you come when I’m buried this deep inside you.”
“Oh god, yes,” I screamed, exploding from the deepest parts within me.
He closed his eyes as he came, his dick throbbing, his hips bucking. He stilled with a shudder, then collapsed on top of me.
Minutes seemed to pass as his forehead rested against mine. The windows were steamed up, our breathing creating a heavy haze on the glass.
He was still in me when I asked, “Are we going to talk about why you’ve been so crabby?”
He grunted. I nudged him. “Maybe. When the blood finally returns to my brain,” he said.
I continued to play with his hair, twirling it in my fingertips. I pulled, tugging his head up. “Michael, we need to talk about—”
“Ugh. The infamous words of a woman.”
My eyebrow shot up. “What are you implying?” I pulled his hair harder.
“Ow. Okay, okay.” He kneeled back, pulled on his pants, wrapped the condom in a napkin I’d retrieved from the glove compartment, and sat back against the seat.
I wiggled back into my own pants, tucked myself into my bra, and pulled my shirt closed.
“That was hot,” he said.
I chuckled at his boyish perversion. “So, what’s going on?” I asked, silently begging him to open up and be honest.
“Fuck, Siena. I don’t know. There’s so much going on.”
I rolled down the window, letting in some fresh air. “Okay, well, let’s take it one item at a time.”
He eyeballed me, speculatively. I remained silent, waiting for him to start. I didn’t want to push, even though I did. But a man like Michael, sometimes you just had to sit quietly and wait for him to take the initial step.
“I guess, part of it is Sal. That shit was . . . unexpected. And I know it was even scarier for you. But I guess, I just felt—”
“I’m sorry.” I interrupted him. “I should’ve been more communicative.” My hands lifted of their own accord and fell back into my lap. “I just got consumed with him and didn’t consider your feelings. I should have said thank you. I should have called . . . but, I didn’t. I was selfish. I’m sorry.”
“I’m glad he’s okay. That you’re . . . that you’re all okay. That’s all that matters.” He shrugged.
“We would have been lost without you.”
“Don’t forget the girls.”
“Yes, all of you. I’ve been a shitty friend. I haven’t even thanked them either.”
