slide over.
There, facing the backseat, crouched half-naked on the armrest while I waited for Ken to get situated, I could feel those two empty child safety seats staring back at me, judging me.
Fuck you, car seats! I’m still a good mom! You’re lucky I’m even letting you watch!
Ken eased over to the passenger seat, unzipped his fly, and shimmied his pants down just enough to allow his eager cock to spring free. Still high on pheromones and territoriality, I almost came just from looking at it. Although I tried to straddle Ken as gracefully as the quart of Jameson in my bloodstream would allow, I failed in spectacular fashion when my left knee completely missed the seat and slipped down between the door and passenger seat.
Shit!
Trying to be smooth, I immediately attempted to pull my leg out of the crack as if I had just placed it there for leverage or something, but…but…it was fucking stuck!
I panicked and yanked on my leg like it was being crushed under a boulder in the middle of werewolf country during a full moon until it finally popped loose. Trying to salvage whatever was left of my sexiness, I pinned Ken with a sleepy-eyed sultry stare and placed my left foot (instead of my knee) in the seat next to his hip, causing me to end up in a weird half-squat/half-straddle position.
Real sexy, BB.
Bruised ego aside, I soldiered on. The instant the warm, naked parts of Ken came in contact with the warm, slippery parts of me, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. This…this was what made waiting until we got home an impossibility.
Mmm…
As I began to rise and fall, Ken pulled up my shirt and snapped open both cups of my nursing bra simultaneously. At that point, it had been almost four hours since the last time I pumped, and my breasts were full to bursting. The moment Ken took them in his hands, I felt a familiar tingle and watched with detached horror as my left breast shot a stream of milk directly onto his blue button-up shirt. The right one, which has always been a little gimpy from having been pierced three times in the past (I call her 50 Cent1 now), just dribbled onto his lap.
Oh my fucking God! My milk let down!
When I finally released my cringe long enough to peek at Ken for his reaction, I noticed that his head was tilted back against the headrest, and his eyes were closed in ecstasy. He hadn’t seen it! He didn’t know!
However, the relief I felt was quickly overshadowed by the realization that Ken was really, really enjoying himself.
Shit.
It suddenly occurred to me that this was going to end the way almost all of my kinky sex experiments had ended—with Ken coming too soon and apologizing profusely before half-falling asleep/half-trying to get me off with a vibrator that somehow always had an almost dead battery.
The thought made me sad. I really, really wanted to come. My pent-up sexual energy was whistling so loud that I’m surprised the neighborhood dogs weren’t howling in pain.
I knew what I had to do. It was time to take matters into my own hands—er, hand.
Reaching deliberately between us, my fingers found their target. Swollen and sensitive, it didn’t take long before my entire lower half was on the verge of eruption. Ken met my enthusiasm with his own, grabbing my ass with both hands and thrusting into me fully, taking care not to pull out so far that I would hit my head on the ceiling above.
Ever the gentleman, that Ken.
I thrust my other hand into his hair and claimed his mouth with mine. As soon as he hissed into my mouth that he was about to come, I felt myself detonate around him, whimpering as I squeezed and clutched and clawed and bit whatever I could get my hands on.
We held each other for a few moments as our heart rates returned to normal before Ken broke the contented silence, “So, what are we going to clean this up with?”
Um…crap.
I hadn’t thought that far in advance.
Taking a mental inventory of the items in Ken’s SUV, I suddenly flashed on a package of baby wipes I’d stashed in the glove box months ago in case of an emergency. This definitely counted as an emergency.
I reached behind me, careful not to make any sudden movements, and retrieved the package.
Ken raised an eyebrow at me as if to say, You have got