force of it makes me squeal in surprise but it doesn’t hurt. Not even a little bit. His tongue plunges into my mouth. He devours me, leaving no part of my mouth untouched. I do the same.
This feels amazing; it feels primal and possessive and seems to be his way of relieving a lot of stress right now. I’m not complaining.
His hands grip my jacket and slide it down my shoulders. I shiver as the cool droplets of water tap against the bare skin of my arms and, without detaching his mouth from mine, he throws my jacket through the open door and onto the seat. We separate for a moment as he tugs my vest over my head and throws that in too, but his mouth is back on mine when he fumbles to pull the back door open and slowly slides me onto the back seats. The rain no longer serves as an aid to cool my heated skin and my arousal seems to multiply in seconds.
I’m in a bra and jeans in front of a guy in the back of a car in the middle of nowhere, but it feels so good I don’t want to stop.
Tingles erupt through my body as he works the button on my jeans, popping it open with one hand before tugging them down my legs and also throwing those to the side. The sound of them hitting the steering wheel is the last thing I hear, as his mouth is on me over my thong.
“Oh god,” I say, wanting to push him away at the same time as wanting to pull him closer. The sensation is foreign but beautiful. I’m going to explode; I can feel it.
His breath curves around the juncture to my thighs, making my legs shake and quiver. I cry out in a way that I should feel shame for but don’t.
“Caleb,” I pant, watching him as he hooks his fingers around the narrow fabric and pulls it to the side. “No… not tha…ah. Oh god.” My head falls back, hitting the window button which makes it descend with a hum and a squeak. Who cares? This is amazing.
His warm and wet tongue traces me before dipping inside and hitting me in exactly the right place. I want to be filled. I want to feel every inch of him inside of me. That’s all this is missing; the tingles in my core ache to clench around something warm and thick.
“I want you so bad,” he says, peppering kisses over the top of my mound. “You have no idea.”
I really do.
He goes back to what he was doing before. This time his tongue circles lower and lower, his mouth sucking on all of the right places, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me in place. “I want to get lost in you.”
“Okay,” I respond in a whisper of passion.
The tingles still remain as he stands and tugs down his jeans. I hesitate and stiffen when I see that he’s wearing no underwear and his erect length falls out of its denim confines looking angry and swollen. My eyes widen. Is he going to take me with that? Because I’m certain it won’t fit. Not only that, but I’m not sure this is how I imagined this to happen.
“Touch yourself,” he orders softly, his hooded eyes on me.
“What?”
He grasps his solid cock in his hand and strokes it slowly up and down. “Touch yourself,” he repeats and his free hand rests over my core, his thumb beginning to slowly circle over the sensitive nub. That feels nice. Really nice. “Actually don’t. This is so much better.” Leaning forward, I feel the throbbing head of his shaft prod against my entrance and squeal at the feel of it. He sees the panic in my eyes and kisses me softly. “Don’t worry. I’m just going to do this.” The head finds my clit and starts circling. “I want to make you come like this. I want to make you scream using this only.”
Shiver.
His hands still rub his length up and down, twisting gently as his palm reaches the head. I want to do it but I know he wants control this time, so I let him have it. I trust him not to hurt me or push me too far.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as his nose pushes the cup of my bra out of the way and his mouth envelopes my hard, pointed nipple. “Put your legs together.”