“If you stop, I swear?—”
“No need for threats, buttercup. I’m gonna fuck you.”
“ThankGod.”
“But we’ll be taking this slow.”
“Henry,” she whined. I pressed just inside of her before she could complain any more.
That movement alone was enough to make her gasp, and I took the opportunity to snake a hand down to her clit.
Wren let out the prettiest noise as I circled her sensitive bud. I pressed in just a little more, feeling her wetness flutter with every one of my movements. Every few pushes, I would pull out before surging back in.
Her legs wrapped tightly around me, coaxing me in even more. Her breathing quickened as she arched into the seat.
I knew she was close, so I tipped her over the edge by finally pushing all of the way inside, still keeping my movements steady.
“Oh myGod.”
And then I felt it. The quiver of another orgasm. Tiny little pulses on my cock.
It made me see stars.
I growled low in my throat, unable to keep myself still for long. I jerked my hips forward, mind hazy as I fucked her like I’d been meaning to. The car shook with the force of it, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the feeling radiating from my cock and the way she sounded as I fucked her.
I was completely lost in her. There wasn’t a part of me that cared that we were on the side of the road, out in the open. All I felt washer.It’s all I wanted to feel.
As the sensation built, I covered her mouth with mine. She was breathing as heavy as I was as I pounded into her.
My orgasm felt like an explosion rocketing through every part of my body. Everything tightened and then released, and I almost lost my footing.
“There’s no way,” Wren said as she caught her breath, “that sex on the side of an empty road in a car felt that good.”
“I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Don’t let the logic in now. We threw that out the window the second we left the city.”
I laughed and pressed my forehead against hers, a movement that was far too intimate.
“We should get back,” I said. “I bet you want to see Mollie.”
“Oh, yeah. Of course.”
I pulled out of her and threw the condom in the trash bag I kept in the car. When we got back on the road, I tried to remember we were friends. Only friends. Who pretended to date. And who had sex.
But my body buzzed. Rushing things with her wasn’t satisfying. I wanted her in my bed where I could do whatever I wanted for as long as possible.
When we got back to my house, the desire to ask her to come inside was overwhelming. I liked spending time with her, and she might have been the only person I wanted in all aspects of my life.
But I had to remind myself she was leaving.
So I kept the words to myself.
“See you tomorrow?” I asked as she climbed out of the car.
“Yeah, see you.”
I expected her to walk away, but her eyes flicked between me and the house. I swallowed the words threatening to break free.