making me shiver as my fingers play with my folds. Hael unties my top and it falls forward, baring my breasts to the yellow sunshine.
God help any road-tripping families that stumble on us.
I mean, unless they like naughty shows.
“Oh, yeah,” Hael purrs, leaning back in his own seat as I turn toward him. “This I like, little bird. This I like a lot.” He undoes his jeans, letting his hard cock spring free. Hael teases the piercing in the tip with his thumb, smearing pre-cum across the head as I lift my eyes to his. He’s got heavy-lidded bedroom eyes on as he watches me, focusing more on my face than my breasts.
Hael pauses briefly to turn the music up, classic rock blaring around us and escaping into the too-blue of the sky. I lean my head back, adjusting myself so that my legs are spread. My fingers move from my opening to my clit, using my own lube to keep it nice and slick as I rub myself with a slow but intense circular motion.
I bite my lip even harder, drawing blood as I close my eyes and imagine Hael’s hot hands on my body, feeling me up, drinking me in. When I open them again, I see him spit into his palm and work his shaft up with wild, frantic pumps of his fist.
“I can just imagine your hot pussy on me, baby,” he groans, sliding a bit lower in the seat. With his left hand, he digs his fingers into his hair. With his right, he jacks-off for my viewing pleasure. “You on top, riding me into the front seat of the Camaro …”
I moan, the demon wings on my chest rising and falling with my frantic breaths as I move my tatted left hand up to squeeze one of my breasts. Hael watches me intently, waiting for that hot sweet moment when I slip two fingers inside my pussy and cry out his name.
“Oh, Hael,” I moan, and he curses in French, thrusting his hips up toward his hand. “Fuck me harder.”
“Push me too much, and I might just do it,” he grinds out, our eyes meeting as we work our own bodies just the way we like. I take note of his grip, the speed of his hand, the way he keeps flicking his piercing, and I file it all away for next time. “Work that kitty cat for me, Bernie.”
I obey his command, thrusting up and riding my own fingers like they’re his pierced shaft instead. My body clamps down, pulsing desperately, milking Hael’s fictional cock.
“Okay, fuck this,” he finally says, reaching out and grabbing me by the hair. “Use your mouth, don’t be greedy, Blackbird.” Hael pushes my face down over his dick and comes hard on my tongue, filling my mouth with his salty seed. He finishes himself by pumping his hips a few last times, and I sit back hard in my seat, swiping my arm across my mouth while he sits there panting and gazing at me with satisfaction.
“You’re an ass, you know that?” I growl out, leaning back and fucking myself with tattooed fingers until I finally feel my own release. Hael watches me as my climax takes over, and my body shivers and twitches with pleasure.
As soon as I’m done, Hael tosses me his shirt, so I can clean off my fingers.
“I’ve been with married women before,” Hael says, and I give him a sharp look that very clearly says do not fucking bring that shit up with me. He just flashes a shit-eating smirk back at me. “But never one as pretty as you.”
“Just hope Victor doesn’t find out about this until after he comes to his senses,” I grumble, picking my top up and resisting the urge to groan when the pert, pink points of my nipples brush against the fabric. Hael ties the strings behind my back and at the base of my neck, tickling his fingers down my spine before I find the courage to move away.
If we keep touching each other, I won’t be able to hold back.
“He won’t find out,” Hael reassures me, still smiling. I notice he doesn’t make any move to put his shirt back on. “Now, let’s start this lesson before I decide there are other things I’d rather teach you.”
“Ass,” I murmur, but I’m smiling now, too. “You sure I’m not going to kill us both by crashing into the sea?” Hael laughs at me and shakes his