a lot of room in there, so Aaron and I are pressed up nice and close, jammed between the two back doors so he has plenty to push off, and I have plenty to push up against. There’s going to be a lot of friction in here soon.
A hard knock on the window makes Aaron growl in frustration, and my heart leaps with fear in thinking that it’s Vic. If they come head-to-head in a clash, what am I going to do? I can’t choose between them; it’s impossible.
“Shakes and food are on the roof, fucking horny ass kids,” the waitress grumbles, and I can hear the whir of her skates as she moves away. Like I said, South Prescott, raunchy shit, terrible people, we know, we know.
My fingers splay out against the glass as I sigh in relief, but it’s a short-lived expression because I can feel the heat of Aaron’s cock rubbing against me. He repositions himself slightly and then drives all the way into me, making me bite my lip as overwhelming sensation crashes through me.
My legs are squeezed so tightly together, and Aaron’s so damn big, I end up with my face pressed to the glass because I just don’t have the energy or willpower to hold myself up anymore. What is it about Aaron that makes me want to submit?
It’s because you know he loves you enough to always pull back, if you need it. That’s why. You can let go with him; you forget worrying about literally anything.
Aaron cracks a hand against my ass and then squeezes the flesh with his hot fingers. On his arm, he bears a tattoo with my name, a fact that I can’t stop thinking about as he drives me into me hard and fast. The car creaks with our movements, helping to hide the wet sound of our bodies joining together.
“So fucking pretty, Bernie,” he purrs, sliding his hand up and under my shirt again. He pinches my nipple, tweaking it and yanking on it until I cry out in ecstasy. “So pretty.” Aaron pulls back slightly and then cracks my ass with his hand again; he groans as my body clenches around his. “Do you like getting spanked?” he asks me, slowing his movements, so he can lean forward and put his palm on the window, right over the top of mine. With his other hand, he kneads my breast again. “Do you, Bernie?”
“Only when you do it,” I murmur back, because I cannot for the life of me imagine any of the other guys doing this without me going into a rage. “Only you.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Aaron responds, voice thick with heat and need. He kisses down the side of my neck, his body pressed up against the length of mine, fingers still flicking and twisting my nipple. With my left hand, I keep myself propped up, but with my right, I reach back and grab at him, yanking on his chestnut hair.
Those lips of his, I take great pleasure in knowing they only belong to me, that they have always only belonged to me. He saved himself, I think, but before I get a chance to think he’s too nice of a boy, he spanks me again and then bites my neck so hard that I see stars.
“Tell me you’d choose me, Bernie, even if it’s a lie,” Aaron breathes, and I’m helpless to resist his pull. No … no, that’s not it. I’m not helpless. I have never been helpless. I want to give into him because I love him. That’s the long and short of it, really. Maybe it’s wrong, maybe our relationships are all toxic, but I feel like what we have here is significantly less toxic than the world at large.
“I’d choose you,” I tell him as he fucks me into an early climax, and then uses the pulsing of my body to find his own. When Aaron moans and fills me with his cum, it’s a glorious moment. If anyone were going to get a baby from me, it’d be him.
We stay joined together for far longer than is really necessary, neither of us wanting to move and break the spell of the moment. He’s the one who actually finds his head first.
Aaron does his best to untangle himself from me, collapsing into the opposite corner as I struggle to turn around, pants wrapped around my legs. We stare at each other from across the seat, breathing