Page 80 of Back To You

I unlock my car, walking around to the passenger seat, opening the door and setting her down. My car is parked on the street in front of Drew’s house, the street quiet and dark aside from the street light just down the road.

The air is cold, but I’m not bothered by it—heat overwhelms my body at the sight of Annie in front of me. Her purple suit jacket is draped over her shoulders, her tits pushed up by her orange bra. My eyes roam down her perfect body, looking at the fishnets covering her legs that are just begging to be ripped open.

I lean down, pushing the passenger seat as far back as it can go, giving me room to bend down in front of her and putting me right where I need to be.

Looking up to find her red bottom lip caught between her teeth, I shut the car door and grab her legs, yanking down her shorts and putting her legs over my shoulder and up on the dash.

I don’t waste any more time, ripping a hole in her fishnets and causing a gasp to escape from her lips.

I pull her matching orange panties to the side, diving in like a starved man, licking up and down her slit, groaning at her taste.

“Fuck,” she breathes through clenched teeth, her hands coming to the back of my head as I suck her clit into my mouth, feeling the sting on my scalp as she fists my hair.

“You taste so good, sweet girl,” I say against her sensitive skin, her hips slightly bucking when she feels my breath against it, and my mouth is back on her.

She starts to roll her hips, taking what she needs from me, using her grip in my hair to move me where she needs me, and it doesn’t take long until she’s coming on my tongue.

I don’t give her time to recover before I reach under the seat, lowering it down so it’s flat and flipping her over. She crawls further up the flattened seat until I have room to come up behind her, ripping her fishnets even more, exposing her ass to me.

I bring my open palm down on the skin, eliciting a little scream in surprise.

I rub my hand to soothe the skin before bringing my hand down again, wishing it wasn’t so dark so I could see her ass pinken with the print of my hand.

“Are you going to fuck me, or not?” she complains over her shoulder, but I hear the need in her voice. I unzip my jeans enough to pull my cock out, already hard and begging to be inside of her.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” I grit as I line up with her entrance, pushing into her with one thrust, both of us groaning as I bottom out.

I give her no more than a second to adjust before I’m pounding into her, thankful for the tinted windows, and I feel her tighten around me, already so close, so I reach around her, finding her clit, giving her what she needs until she falls apart again

My name on her lips as she comes sends me over the edge, my own orgasm taking over.

It takes us a few moments to recover, and I gently pull out of her, tucking myself back into my jeans, and opening the car door, a rush of cold air cooling my skin.

I step out of the car, making sure to use my body to block the open doorway, even though we’re the only ones outside.

“We’re too old to sneak off to have sex in the car,” Annie says, sitting up and adjusting her clothes.

“Where’s your sense of adventure, Annie girl. You’re never too old for car sex.” I reach my hand out for her to grab, giving her a grin that I only wear with her.

She shakes her head but takes my hand, and I help her out of the car. Her lips threaten to smile as we walk back into the house. “Your cum is going to be leaking out of me for the rest of the night.” And the dirty words shouldn’t excite me the way they do.

I shrug my shoulders, an apology being the last thing on my mind.

When I don’t say anything, she lets go of my hand, walking in front of me to get to the door first. “Looks like you’ll have some cleaning up to do when we get home,” she says over her shoulder, and now I’m hard all over again.

Just when I think I have the upper hand, she reminds me of who’s in charge here.

I groan as I walk into the front door behind her, her ass swaying as she leads us back to the party.

The music is playing and drinks are flowing, and there are animated conversations all around the kitchen and living room. No one acknowledges our absence, aside from the slap on the back of the head I get from Emmett that makes Eddie howl with laughter and the knowing smirk I get from Mia—but I give her one in return when I glance down at the “drink” she’s been sipping all night.

One that I noticed smelled a lot like orange juice and very little like tequila.

She narrows her eyes at me, and a shared understanding of keeping our mouths shut passes through us.

“Just in time for dessert,” Drew announces as she makes our way over to us, the cupcakes I brought over on a big pumpkin plate.

“What did you make this time, Ann?” Eddie asks as he takes one.

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