Page 122 of Eyes in the Shadows

When my door opens, I turn towards him and he practically lifts me out of the car. His mouth fuses to mine and I meet him back with the same desperate energy as he guides me sideways to the back of the mustang. It’s a low car, and when he pushes me against the trunk, my ass hits the shelf in such a way I know it’s going to be a really good height for what we’re about to do.

My skin prickles in the cold, but the fire underneath is all-consuming. I press into him, needing more contact, and my nipples strain in my bra. He gets my jeans undone, but we hit a snag as I try stepping out. I pull away, trying to get my sneaker through the leg-hole the wrong way.

“I fucking hate jeans!” he shouts into the night air, making me giggle and shush him. “It’s only skirts or dresses from now on. We’re gonna need easy access, baby.”

I laugh and hold onto his shoulders as I kick off my shoes. “I thought you didn’t like anyone seeing what’s yours?”

“Long skirts. Like, Amish-long.”

I laugh again, knowing he’s kidding.

Shoes gone, jeans gone, underwear gone, the wet ground seeps into my socks but I couldn’t care less as he lifts me the inch or so onto the car. It’s freezing against my ass and I tilt my hips with a little shriek so my bare pussy doesn’t touch anything so cold, but he’s right between my legs. He grips me under the thighs and it makes my torso fall backwards, onto the steep slant of the back window.

“Ready baby?” he asks, strained.

“Do it!” I cry loudly. I need it so badly, I don’t think I could stand even a second ofteasing.

His cock feels unbelievable, all hard, thick, silky steel. And the heat is a searing contrast to the temperatures all around me. I lock my legs behind him as he fully seats himself inside me and we both groan hoarsely.

His chest comes down over me and his hand rests on my neck as he starts pumping his hips. I grab his shirt, balling it in my hands, and bring him down to mash my lips into his. It limits the arc of his thrusts, but it feels so good I don’t care. I have his cock deep inside, his lips against mine, his hand around my throat and it feels so fucking right.

He pulls back and I release him and move my arms down under my knees to help hold them up.

The first thing I can make out in the darkness is the whites of his eyes. The headlights and brake lights have extinguished from their time delay, and it’s just the two of us with the brightness of a cloudy night. I can smell him all around me—his rich scent, his breath, even the coppery edge of blood—and it blocks out all awareness of where we are.

“I love you,” I whisper, then whimper as his cock nudges the deepest part of me.

“Say it again,” he urges, thrusting forward harshly.

“I love you, Mac.”

“Again.” Hard thrust.

“I love you,” I moan, screwing up my face as his hips take over and he pounds into me in a frenzied, determined way.

“Oh, fuck, Eleanor, I love you so fucking much.” He reaches between us and his fingertips find my clit in an easy, practiced move. They slide against the slick skin, and his fingers tighten around my throat. “You want to come on my cock like this, baby?”

“Yes,” I moan. “I needed you so bad. I want you to make me come.”

He laughs, and it turns into a groan as I squeeze around him. “Were you as fucking—” he changes his rhythm, snapping his hips roughly, “—hot for me as I was for you? Did all that fear turn you on?”

“Yes! Oh God, I… I thought there was something wrong with me.”

“Not wrong—fuck—never wrong. It’s natural, baby. Adrenaline… feeling alive… fuuuck. You feel so fucking good.”

I have to agree. The motion of his fingers against me is perfect, and that coupled with his cock pressing inside me so hard and fast, and the sharp cold of the night air reminding me of where we are, what we’re doing… It feels so wild and freeing.Aliveis right—it’s the perfect description for how this feels.

I grab around his forearm, clutching it like a lifeline as the pressure builds in my abdomen. “Mac—” I whine.

“That’s it, baby. You can do it. You can come for me. Come for me, come with my cock inside you on the back of this car in the middle of the fucking woods. Come knowing that you’re safe with me, that I’ve got you… I’ve got you. Look at me.”

I meet his eye and scream my love for him as loud as I want. I feel like I’m blown apart at the seams, shattering and shooting out into the cloudy sky, landing somewhere among the dark, bare tree branches. My body convulses, shivering against the cold and with the intensity of the electrical pulses of my nerves. His fingers push me higher, just as I would normally fall back down, and his eyes refuse to release mine.

“Keep coming, that’s it, squeeze my cock. Take my cum…”

A half-whined, half-sobbed, “Mac,” is all I’m capable of as the shaking in my body turns even more intense.

He releases my throat and clit to use both hands for leverage on the sides of the car, fucking me harder than I can ever remember being fucked. Each thrust and retreat moves me up and down the glass window until he’s hammering too fast for gravity or friction to keep up.

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