Page 54 of Racing Heat
“Yes” is all she says. Her hands slowly begin to work on my belt, and she’s tugging at my pants like she’s trying to get them off. “You wanna help here? Or should I do all of the work myself?” she teases me.
I snap to my senses and slowly lift enough while she braces herself against the roof as I work my pants down so they’re around my ankles. “God, I wish I could actually see and feel more of you.”
“There’ll be time for that,” she says as she works herself so that only one leg is in her shorts.
We lock eyes as she slowly guides her wet pussy down my shaft.
“Holy fuck. You feel so fucking good,” I tell her once I’m buried to the hilt inside her.
“Your cock is perfection,” she tells me as she slowly starts to move up and down. “Oh, fuck.”
Leaning forward, I take a nipple into my mouth while working the other one with my hands. She’s riding me faster and faster. Her moans are loud. I drag my mouth away from her nipple and capture them with my mouth. I don’t want anyone to discover us before I really get to enjoy her.
Her fingertips dig into my shoulders, and I grab hold her hips. I need more friction, so I guide her hips faster and faster on my dick. She’s crying out into my mouth, and I’m eating up each and every one of her moans.
I can feel it. The high is climbing and climbing. I’m about to come. I break our kiss and cry out. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” I tell her.
“Me too,” she says, holding on to me as she’s bouncing up and down on my cock.
I feel it the moment she lets go. Her juices wet my cock, and I blow off inside her. My orgasm rips through me and causes me to stop moving and fall back against the back seat. Cassie’s head falls onto my shoulder. We’re a mess of arms, legs, juices, and sweat.
“We’re about to have a real problem here, love,” I tell her, tapping her hip.
“I can’t fucking move,” she breathes out. “You were incredible.”
“So were you.” I lean over and kiss her shoulder. “That wasn’t how I thought this night was going to go.”
“You mean you didn’t plan this?” she asks me, leaning back so that she’s looking me in the eyes.
“I did not. I’m not complaining that it happened. I just hadn’t considered the car.”
“What made you?”
“Seeing you out there dancing like that. The way you were grinding against me. I fucking needed you. I needed to get so much closer to you than that dance floor would allow.”
“I’m glad I was able to drive you so crazy.” She snickers and looks around. “What should we do?”
I sigh and look around. There are no rags or towels in my car. I keep it pretty neat. So, I do the only thing I can and remove my pants so that I can free my boxer briefs from my body.
“We’re going to have to clean up with these,” I say with a shrug. “It’s all I’ve got.”
She throws her head back, laughing. “Well, if that’s all we’ve got.”
I slowly help her off me and place my boxers over her pussy so that I can clean her. “Just hold yourself up. I’ll clean you.”
“Okay,” she rasps out. It’s dark in here but not completely, so I can see her eyes and smile soften. She leans in and gives me a kiss on the lips.
“What was that for?” I ask her.
“The orgasms.”
I laugh. “Fair enough. I think you’re as clean as I can get you. Now hop off so that I can clean up too.”
Cassie does as I ask and sits in the back seat while I wipe up my cock. I right my pants and slide my feet back into my shoes.
“Should we get back in there?” I ask her.
“I think we’re going to have to,” she replies, her voice full of sadness. “I wish we could stay out here all night. Or go somewhere more comfortable.”
