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He retreats to the tip before thrusting in again. I draw a deep breath through my nose, realising I can, in fact, breathe. His taste coats my tongue, and just when I find a rhythm between breathing and sucking, his thrusts increase in brutality. He hits the back of my throat, and I choke and jerk beneath him.

“Fuuuck yes,” he moans.

I choke repeatedly, receiving praises in return. My lungs scream in pain, forcing me to stretch my hand and tap the other. I gasp for air and cough when he pulls out, the cool breeze making me too aware of the saliva coating my lips and dripping down my chin to wet my neck.

“You sound so fucking good choking on my cock,” he compliments hoarsely.

“C-close the door,” I rasp when his body disappears again.

His fingers trail my waist, and another moan falls from my lips as they continue to my waistband to rip off my clothes.

“Rain,” I beg. “Please close the door.”

“No.”

“Pl-please.”

The night air disappears, and the closing of the door jolts through the car.

The nervous strain in my body only releases for a second before his hands grip my thighs, forcing my legs into the air. I try to shift, wanting to put them down and be rid of this vulnerable, uncomfortable position.

I fist my hands as his warm, flat tongue licks my ass. “Rain,” I protest.

His pleasured groan vibrates my body, forcing away the shame sitting heavy in my stomach. I suck in a harsh breath, hearing a bottle cap open.

Wet fingers slide over my ass.

Oh, shit.

“Breathe,” he orders.

“I top.”

“Not with me, you don’t. Breathe, baby, or it’ll hurt more.”

I’m tied up, blindfolded, and completely at his mercy. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t consumed by the thought of us fucking while I was alone in bed last night, but in my head, it was me on top. I’m in no way surprised this is how reality has unfolded. I’m too embarrassed to ask him to put his mouth back to my ear, let alone instigate sex in an unfamiliar environment. It has me turned on yet consumed by nerves at the chance of someone watching through a window.

His finger applies more pressure, drawing my attention. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Just as I blow it out, his finger forces its way in. I groan and attempt to retreat, but his arm stretches across the back of my thighs, pinning me down as his wet finger slowly thrusts in and out.

“Breathe,” he repeats.

I take a deep breath, the uncomfortable sensation dissipating at the hand of pleasure. Just when I adjust, he slowly works in another, then another.

“Christ, Rain.”

“You need to be stretched—unless you want me to take this tight fucking ass right now. I’d advise against that and let me continue.”

I release my aching hands from their fists, trying to relax. His tongue slides up the underside of my dick, and a moan falls from my lips, my back arching.

“Mmm,” he hums, rubbing his finger against the spot again, and I groan. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

The smell of my embarrassing amount of arousal permeates the air after more slow thrusts of his fingers. I clamp my mouth shut, forcing the moans to crash against my teeth. His fingers slowly pull back before ramming into me, and I throw my head back with a groan.

“Try to keep those beautiful noises from me again,” he warns, so I let my lips part and the moans escape with their full force. “That’s it, Rome.”

Once I’ve adjusted to his liking, his fingers slowly retreat. The chilled sensation returns, and when his arm disappears, when he disappears. I’m left drowning in shame at my current state, my thoughts back to feeling a presence beyond the window, staring straight into my depraved soul.

My muscles are taut when his heat returns above me and the tip of his dick slides against my flesh. I hadn’t rested my legs; they were still locked where he’d forced them, as if waiting for him.