mixed with strings of expletives. He planted a hand against the seat and held one of my breasts as he fucked me. Every time he slid into me, his fingers squeezed at my breast.
He talked dirty the whole time. Each stroke of his cock drove me higher. He told me I was wet and tight for him. He told me it almost hurt. He told me I needed a good long fucking and that I was his—his slut, his baby, that I made him so hard, that he was going to fuck me again and again and again.
I wanted to meet Matt's thrusts, but our close quarters and the pressure of his hips kept me jammed against the console. My clit pressed into the blunt edge of it.
I started to writhe—back onto Matt's cock, down against the console.
"Oh, god, Matt, I..."
Later there would be time to feel mortified about humping a piece of Matt's one hundred thousand dollar car.
At the moment, Matt wasn't in much better shape.
"I need to come," he moaned. "Baby I need to come."
"Do it," I panted. His simple admission sent me over the edge. My body squeezed and soaked his sex. He shuddered against me, crawling close to come deep inside.
Reality floated away.
Sweat dripped from my chin to the seat.
When the pleasure released me, I sagged against the console and lay there gathering my breath. Matt's strong hands dragged me onto his lap.
His arms enfolded me. I nuzzled into him, heedless of my tangled clothes.
"Little bird." He kissed the top of my head. "My little bird."
My motor skills had finally returned, though my powers of speech were still at large. I brushed my fingers over his chest and kissed his neck. I breathed in the clean scent of him.
Little bird, he called me. His little bird. And somehow, it made me feel like the most precious thing in the world.
CHAPTER 9
Matt
_____
HANNAH TUGGED AT her shorts as we waited for the AC to clear the fogged windows.
My bravado aside, I hoped to hell that none of Hannah's neighbors saw our performance. We could be hauled off for indecent exposure. How awkward. And more: the thought of another man actually seeing Hannah's body made my blood boil.
I don't share well.
I just loved humiliating Hannah. I loved the way she squirmed when I exposed her.
"I hate to tell you this," I said, glancing over as she picked at her boxers, "but no possible arrangement of those shorts will bring them into the realm of modesty. Give up."
I reached over and pushed the tiny shorts up her thighs. My hand drifted between her legs. I could feel how swollen her pussy was in the wake of our exercise.
Hannah parted her legs as I touched her. Fuck. I could go again, right now. And again, and again, and again. Anything to get this fever out of my body.
"I thought that fucking you would clear my head a little," I admitted. I stared through the windshield as I rubbed at Hannah through her shorts. "No such luck. Also, will you be communicating with me any time soon? I'm aware of my capacity to leave women speechless, but this is somewhat extreme."
I grinned over at Hannah. She was staring down at my hand. Tentatively, she began to run her fingertips up and down my forearm. I clenched my teeth.
She had no idea what her touch did to me.
"It... it's hard," she sighed. No kidding love . "Hard to speak with you... doing this."
"Sorry." I withdrew my hand, planting it firmly on the wheel. "There."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Hannah watching me.
"Okay." She laughed breathlessly. "Okay, maybe it's hard to speak near you, period."
"Try. I can't read your mind."
"Okay. Um." She poked the Enform display in the dash. "Fancy. I guess you can fly to the moon in this car, huh?"
"Not quite." I chuckled. "But you can get a massage, adjust the temperature of every seat, order movie tickets or make dinner reservations, get directions, and—" I opened Pandora. "10 Mile Stereo" by Beach House filled the car. "—listen to music, of course."
"I like it." Hannah hunkered down in her seat and smiled, which made me smile.
He talked dirty the whole time. Each stroke of his cock drove me higher. He told me I was wet and tight for him. He told me it almost hurt. He told me I needed a good long fucking and that I was his—his slut, his baby, that I made him so hard, that he was going to fuck me again and again and again.
I wanted to meet Matt's thrusts, but our close quarters and the pressure of his hips kept me jammed against the console. My clit pressed into the blunt edge of it.
I started to writhe—back onto Matt's cock, down against the console.
"Oh, god, Matt, I..."
Later there would be time to feel mortified about humping a piece of Matt's one hundred thousand dollar car.
At the moment, Matt wasn't in much better shape.
"I need to come," he moaned. "Baby I need to come."
"Do it," I panted. His simple admission sent me over the edge. My body squeezed and soaked his sex. He shuddered against me, crawling close to come deep inside.
Reality floated away.
Sweat dripped from my chin to the seat.
When the pleasure released me, I sagged against the console and lay there gathering my breath. Matt's strong hands dragged me onto his lap.
His arms enfolded me. I nuzzled into him, heedless of my tangled clothes.
"Little bird." He kissed the top of my head. "My little bird."
My motor skills had finally returned, though my powers of speech were still at large. I brushed my fingers over his chest and kissed his neck. I breathed in the clean scent of him.
Little bird, he called me. His little bird. And somehow, it made me feel like the most precious thing in the world.
CHAPTER 9
Matt
_____
HANNAH TUGGED AT her shorts as we waited for the AC to clear the fogged windows.
My bravado aside, I hoped to hell that none of Hannah's neighbors saw our performance. We could be hauled off for indecent exposure. How awkward. And more: the thought of another man actually seeing Hannah's body made my blood boil.
I don't share well.
I just loved humiliating Hannah. I loved the way she squirmed when I exposed her.
"I hate to tell you this," I said, glancing over as she picked at her boxers, "but no possible arrangement of those shorts will bring them into the realm of modesty. Give up."
I reached over and pushed the tiny shorts up her thighs. My hand drifted between her legs. I could feel how swollen her pussy was in the wake of our exercise.
Hannah parted her legs as I touched her. Fuck. I could go again, right now. And again, and again, and again. Anything to get this fever out of my body.
"I thought that fucking you would clear my head a little," I admitted. I stared through the windshield as I rubbed at Hannah through her shorts. "No such luck. Also, will you be communicating with me any time soon? I'm aware of my capacity to leave women speechless, but this is somewhat extreme."
I grinned over at Hannah. She was staring down at my hand. Tentatively, she began to run her fingertips up and down my forearm. I clenched my teeth.
She had no idea what her touch did to me.
"It... it's hard," she sighed. No kidding love . "Hard to speak with you... doing this."
"Sorry." I withdrew my hand, planting it firmly on the wheel. "There."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Hannah watching me.
"Okay." She laughed breathlessly. "Okay, maybe it's hard to speak near you, period."
"Try. I can't read your mind."
"Okay. Um." She poked the Enform display in the dash. "Fancy. I guess you can fly to the moon in this car, huh?"
"Not quite." I chuckled. "But you can get a massage, adjust the temperature of every seat, order movie tickets or make dinner reservations, get directions, and—" I opened Pandora. "10 Mile Stereo" by Beach House filled the car. "—listen to music, of course."
"I like it." Hannah hunkered down in her seat and smiled, which made me smile.
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