Page 28 of Wicked Temptations
I wrapped my hand around my cock, and the first stroke nearly sent me over the edge. The car rocked beneath us, suspension creaking with every movement, and the windows had fogged completely. Anyone walking past would know exactly what was happening inside.
I didn’t care.
I tried to find a rhythm. Stroke my cock while grinding down on Jude’s, but the balance was impossible. My hand on the ceiling slipped. My knee dug painfully into the seat. Every time I moved, the angle shifted, and I lost my grip on both myself and reality.
“Can’t even jerk yourself off properly while you’re riding me.” Jude’s voice was pure filth in my ear, degrading and cruel. “Pathetic.”
“Shut up.” The words came out strangled, broken by another desperate grind.
“Make me.”
He thrust up hard, and my hand tightened around my cock automatically. The dual sensations made my vision blur. I was so close already, wound so tight that every touch felt like lightning.
His teeth found my throat, biting down at the junction between neck and shoulder, and I cried out. The pain mixed with pleasure, sending shockwaves through my entire system.
“Mine.” He bit down harder, leaving another mark. “Say it.”
“Yours.”
The word was a confession I didn’t mean to make, but it spilled out anyway. True at this moment even if it wouldn’t betomorrow. Even if this was just another fuck in a dark place that didn’t mean anything beyond two bodies chasing release.
The car rocked harder as my movements got sloppier, uncoordinated and chaotic as I built toward something explosive.
“I’m close.” The words barely made it out. “Fuck, Jude, I’m so close.”
“Hold it.”
My hand stilled automatically even as my body screamed in protest.
“You don’t come until I say.”
“Please.”
“Not yet.”
He started rutting up into me properly now, hands gripping my hips and lifting me, controlling the rhythm completely. He was fast and brutal, chasing his own release while I hung on the edge, my cock throbbing desperately in my grip.
“Fuck. Fuck, Ash, your ass is so fucking tight.”
I whimpered, trying to hold on, trying not to come while he pounded into me without mercy. My hand squeezed the base of my cock, desperate to follow orders even when every nerve was screaming.
He thrust up one more time and went rigid beneath me. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he came, cock pulsing inside me, flooding me with heat in the way that reminded me I’d let him take me raw. I’d done the same to him on Monday, so I couldn’t exactly complain.
The growl that tore from his throat was pure animal satisfaction, and for a moment, he just held me there. Buried deep. Breathing hard against my neck, shallow fucking his release into me.
Jude’s breathing evened out against my neck. His cock was still buried inside, softening but not pulling out, keeping me full of him and his cum.
“Go ahead,” he said finally, voice rough and spent. “Get yourself off like the desperate slut you are.”
My hand moved immediately. No finesse. No buildup. Just hard, fast strokes, twisting at the head the way I knew worked, while my other hand gripped the ceiling for balance. I used him like a toy to grind against.
It took maybe ten strokes before I was there, orgasm slamming into me with enough force to make me cry out. I came hard, spilling over my fist, across my thigh, probably hitting the console. It didn’t matter.
When it finally stopped, I slumped back against his chest, boneless and wrecked.
For a moment, we just stayed like that. His cock softening inside me, his breath warm against my neck, my hand still wrapped around my spent dick. Everything was sticky and uncomfortable and real in a way that made my heart soar.
That shattered when Jude shifted, and I felt him start to pull out. The sensation made me wince.
