He recovers quickly from the shock of me taking over like this and wraps both of his arms completely around me, pulling my body tightly against him.
Both of my hands go to the back of his head, and I clutch handfuls of his hair in my fists as I sink my body down lower on his lap, thankful that I decided to wear a fun, short, flowing black skirt tonight.
As soon as Brady spoke against my ear in the bar, I felt myself getting wet with need. He groans into my mouth as I slide the wet satin of my underwear against his denim covered erection. The smoothness of my underwear combined with the roughness of his jeans creates the most amazing friction that causes a shiver to run through my body.
With his arms still wrapped securely around me, he slides one hand inside the back of my skirt until he’s palming my bare ass, pushing and pulling me back and forth over him. His other hand moves up my back until his fingers slide under my hair, wrapping it securely around the back of my neck. I angle my head and push my tongue deeper into his mouth, rocking my hips and grinding myself harder against him.
I’ve never been the outrageous type of person that just screws someone in a car in a dark parking lot. My handful of sexual encounters have all been in a bed, soft and slow, and lacking something I never knew was missing until right this minute: all consuming passion. There is a fire burning through my body, and I need this right now; I need him and only him.
I bring my hand down from the back of Brady’s head and wedge it between us, lifting my hips up just enough so I can jerk open the button of his pants and quickly slide his zipper down.
Brady pulls his mouth away from mine and breathes heavily against my lips as I reach inside his pants and pull his erection free, pressing it against my soaked panties and thrusting my hips, moving against him a few more times until he groans.
“We need to stop before I lose my mind and can’t stop.” His voice is shaky, and I let go of him long enough to shove my panties to the side and bring his cock right back where it was, this time having no barrier between my wet skin and his hard length.
“Son of a bitch.” He hisses as I move my hips faster and coat him with my arousal.
“We’re not stopping,” I whisper against his lips as I gently bite down on the bottom one and tug it into my mouth.
Without giving him a chance to protest, my hand slides down to the base of his cock and I angle him towards me. I lift my hips, line the tip up with my entrance, and push myself down roughly until I’m seated fully on top of him and he’s deep inside me.
“Fuck!”
Brady lets out a guttural shout as I hold myself still, letting my body get used to having him inside of me so quickly. He’s big and he’s full, and I’ve never felt anything so amazing in my life. There’s a tingle shooting through my core, begging for me to do something to ease the ache, so I pull myself up the length of him and quickly push back down, both of us groaning in unison.
Brady squeezes his eyes shut tightly and lets his head fall back to the headrest as I begin quickly moving up and down on him, riding his cock, and loving every minute of what I’m doing to him. I never knew I could be this assertive or in control, and it’s a heady feeling— one I never want to end. I want to give him pleasure just as much as I want to achieve it.
He lets go of the back of my neck, and his hand joins the first one, clutching tightly to my ass and guiding my movements, pushing me down harder on him and sliding me up faster until we’re both panting and moaning. I smack my hands down on the back of the seat on either side of Brady’s head and use them to hold on tightly and ride him harder.
We’ve long forgotten about kissing at this point. I’m fucking him too hard and too fast for our lips to stay in contact for more than a second, but Brady makes sure to quickly touch