“Oh, sure, you barely know this car, and yet you’re already giving it privileges you won’t give me.”
She slapped him halfheartedly. “Not inside my ass. It poked me in the hip.”
“You got me all excited for nothing. Back seat?” Logan suggested.
She nodded, and he reclined the seat completely so she could climb over him into the roomier back of the car. He caught her by the hips as she attempted to crawl over his head. She gasped when his tongue lapped at the hole he was so fixated on. She was more than ready to try anal, but it was so much fun to keep him begging for it.
“I can’t believe you’ll let me lick it but you won’t let me fuck it.”
“I’m saving my anal virginity for marriage,” she said as she tugged free of his grasp and flopped into the back seat.
“You’re going to make me marry you before you give up the goods?”
She was totally bluffing, but she said, “Yep.”
He climbed over the reclined front seat and joined her in back. “I think you underestimate how much I want to stick my dick in your ass.”
“I underestimate?”
“Yeah, I’d totally marry you for the privilege of claiming your anal virginity.” He sat behind the passenger seat and reached for her.
She shook her head at him and, facing the rear of the car, straddled his hips. “Don’t say it unless you mean it.”
She reached between them and took his cock in her hand, rubbing the head against her clit, dragging it through her wet seam and pressing it into her opening. She lifted her hips and dropped them slightly, taking just his cockhead inside her and allowing it to pop free each time she rose.
“Deeper,” he pleaded after several moments of the same treatment.
“This is payback for licking my clit so softly I could barely feel it.”
“You didn’t enjoy my sweet torture?”
“Loved every minute of it. You aren’t enjoying mine?”
“You know I love your evil side.”
Her evil side soon caved to the need to feel him deep inside. He showed her several positions, and she even discovered one of her own with her feet planted against the back seat and her back crammed against the passenger seat. The position provided phenomenal leverage for riding him hard, and he found her clit fully exposed so he could massage it with his thumb. The car was definitely rocking when she cried out with release. His body stiffened as he followed her over the edge, and she pulled off of him at the last instant, grabbing his cock with both hands and pumping his load out to spatter over her lower belly. She wished there was more light in the car; she loved watching him spurt. Loved the desperate, gasping sound he made when he came. Loved how he shuddered when she shifted his cock back inside her after he’d spent himself.
She relaxed against his chest and snuggled her face into his neck. “I have a bunch of stuff I need to talk to you about,” she said, “but it just doesn’t seem all that important anymore.”
“I have a few things to tell you as well,” he said, “but I think I’d rather sit quietly, just like this, and fall asleep with you in my arms.”
“We really are always on the same wavelength,” she whispered just before she fell into a blissful slumber.
She was woken hours later by a persistent knock on the windshield.
Thirty-Seven
Logan squeezed his eyelids closed and then pried them open, squinting against the light of the rising sun. He couldn’t feel his legs, and he was pretty sure his bare ass was permanently melded to the leather seat beneath him, but waking up with Toni in his arms was worth any discomfort.
“Are these yours?” said a muffled voice from just outside the car door.
The elderly woman—who had to be at least seventy—was waving Toni’s panties at the window. The woman knocked on the glass, and Toni jerked awake. She groaned and smacked Logan in the chest with a graceless arm as if he were the reason for her rude and likely uncomfortable awakening.
“Don’t look now,” he said, “but I think we’ve been spotted.”
Toni rubbed her face, and smacked her lips, scowling groggily as she squinted at him. She smiled when she recognized his face and snuggled against him, her breasts pressing delightfully into his chest.
The woman knocked on the window again. “Toni! I found your panties on the porch.”