Page 112 of Falling for the Enemy

He tugged his zipper, and the blunt tip of his cock pressed against her slick folds. She gasped as he pushed into her, bringing a bite of relief as he fully seated her on his cock.

“Fuck.” He pumped his hips, hard and fast, his hand coming to rest behind her head so she didn’t bang it on the glass. “So fucking sexy.”

Her moans mounted, echoing off dark structures in the distance as he pounded into her.

“Shh,” he laughed. “You’re gonna get us arrested.”

The threat only turned her on more.

She rode his cock with greedy determination, every moan climbing louder and more pitched than the last. He covered her mouth in an attempt to muffle her cries, but it was too late. She bit into his palm as she started to come, and his body trembled against hers in a broken rhythm as he lost the last of his control.

His head fell forward to her shoulder as he panted for breath. Slick and dripping with his release, she pulled off of him. Slowly, she slid down his body until she stood on shaky legs.

His release seeped down her thighs like a dirty secret.

“Sorry.”

“For what?” she righted her dress.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

Rising on her toes, she pressed a kiss to his lips. “You don’t ever have to apologize for that.”

When she shivered, he adjusted her wrap and kissed her with all the tenderness they’d missed over the last five minutes. He helped her into the car, turned on the seat warmer, and buckled her in tight. Then he reached over her to grab something out of the center console.

Soren’s car was stocked like a luxe Uber Black. He had water bottles, napkins, and even snacks in the hidden compartments. Using a water bottle, he wet a napkin and reached for her knee.

She caught his arm. “What are you doing?”

“I was going to clean you up.” He made a subtle gesture toward her thighs. “I made a mess.”

“Leave it.”

His concern shifted to confusion. “Really?”

“Yes. I like knowing you’re still inside of me.”

He turned away and breathed out a curse. “You’re gonna get me hard again if you keep talking like that.”

She bit her lip and smiled. “Good. Because it’s a long drive back to Hideaway and I was thinking of ways we could pass the time.”

“Fuck, Jocelyn. I don’t know how much more I can handle.”

Her hand moved to his crotch where a bulge remained. “Let’s find out.”

He dropped his head forward as she fondled him, his breath turning heavy as he braced an arm on the side of the door. “Let me get inside before I fuck you again.”

He shut her door, and she was submerged in air-controlled silence. Then he slid behind the wheel and fastened his seatbelt.

The console lights cast blue shadows on his tense jaw, and his breathing was ragged as he pulled out of the parking lot. Once they reached the road towards home and she knew they had several miles to travel without turns, she unfastened her seatbelt and shifted onto her knees.

“Is this okay?”

Soren sucked in a breath and adjusted his seat so she could fit her shoulders comfortably between his torso and the wheel. He only managed a small sound of agreement.

“Just relax and try not to crash,” she told him, pulling down his zipper and slowly withdrawing his engorged cock.

Pre-cum seeped from the swollen tip. She licked it away and hummed at the lingering flavor of her own body still clinging to his skin. When she took him into her mouth, his spine stretched, and he groaned. He flicked off the music and the car filled with her soft sucking sounds.