“My windows are tinted, but anyone walking by is probably going to know what we’re doing,” he growled.
My hips rolled against his hard cock, and I rubbed myself against him through his pants. “I don’t care. I want you inside me.” Then I started undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.
He grinned and reached around to untie my halter top. I didn’t have a bra on. “Your dress is perfect for a fast, dirty fuck.”
He slid my top down and palmed both my breasts, then squeezed and pulled them to the point of pain. I arched into him and moaned.
I’d never had sex in a vehicle or in a public place before. Anxiety and hot lust slammed through me. Damien let go of my breasts and trailed his hand down to my clit, rolling and tugging on it.
My thong got in his way, and he yanked it off me with an impatient snap. My body jerked, and I heard it tear.
Then he pulled himself out of his pants and guided me onto his hard, thick shaft. “Fuck yourself on me. I want to watch you struggle to work your pussy over my cock.”
I panted and rubbed myself on him, then reached down and positioned his large tip inside my opening. I put my hands on his shoulders and worked myself down on him.
“Look at my cock stretching you.” He grabbed my head and forced me to look down and watch his cock thrust in and out of me.
Then he palmed my breasts again, pulling and pinching my nipples until I was gasping with the sting and pleasure. My knee dug into his seatbelt, and it was a tight fit. But I didn’t care. A white hot haze of need had engulfed my mind.
He started thrusting his hips up to meet me. “Hold your dress up and rub your pussy, sweetheart. You’re going to come for me while you fuck yourself on my cock.”
I brought my hand down and did as I was told, holding up my dress and pleasuring myself so he could watch.
“You’re so beautiful when you get this hot and needy.”
His dirty words, my fingers buried in my clit, and the thought of us having sex in his truck all made my orgasm build. I drove myself down on him even harder, and my climax broke over me. I ground down and wailed softly while I came all over him.
He pumped in and out of me a few more times, then grabbed my hips tight enough to leave bruises, and drove up inside me, coming long and hard.
We sat there for a moment, panting, and locked together.
Then I looked at him with wide eyes. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
He smirked and leaned in to kiss my bare chest. Then he licked my shoulder. “You taste like vanilla and sex.”
I shivered at the feel of his tongue on my skin, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He grabbed my ass and rubbed the backs of my legs.
His cock was still buried deep inside me, I’d just orgasmed hard, and I still wanted more. “When I crawl off, your clothes are going to get wet,” I whispered.
He leaned in and kissed and nuzzled my neck. “It was fucking worth it. I’m just glad my windows are tinted.”
I sighed and rubbed my forehead in the crook of his neck. “Is it bad that I just want to go home and screw your brains out again?”
He laughed, and I could feel the vibration through his length still buried deep inside me. I shifted restlessly against him.
“I love the feel of your greedy little pussy wrapped around me.” He bit my shoulder. “You’re going to need to climb off though. Sometime tonight I want to take you home and tie you up. It’s my turn to fuckyourbrains out.”
I shuddered. He growled when he felt the vibration, and finally pulled me off him so we could get cleaned up.
He helped me re-tie the halter top on my dress, and we used a t-shirt from his overnight bag and a whole package of wipes to clean up. Damien had to untuck his shirt to hide the wet spots on his pants, and I tried to straighten my dress and repair my hair before we went inside The Cockpit. We’d decided to stop by since everyone was expecting us.
When we walked in and Martina and Laurel spied us, I knew they could tell we’d just had sex. Martina wiggled her eyes, and Laurel gave me a stupid smile and a thumbs-up. Even Isabella, our new friend, smiled knowingly when she looked at my messy hair and Damien’s untucked shirt.
The music was low tonight so people could talk, and the bar was serving a light buffet. Silver streamers and party horns decorated the tables, and everyone had dressed up for the evening.
“Nice hairdo.” Martina sidled up to me. “They call that style ‘sex in the restaurant bathroom,’ I think.”
“Oh, shut it.” I lightly punched her arm.