Page 61 of Blindsided
“Freya, we’re next in line. Tell me we’re doing this, for the love of Christ, because my cocker is already standing at full salute just thinking about it.”
I glance down at his groin inside his running shorts and bite my lip nervously. “Okay, fine. But no hickeys this time, or I swear—”
“Okay, I hear you, woman.” He smirks victoriously. “Now, just wait till the tracks take the car inside, and as soon as the bubbles are on the windshield, we’ll jump in the back. We’ve got eight minutes.”
“God, how many women have you done this with?” I groan, looking around nervously for any form of life as Mac slips the car into neutral and the tracks take control.
“None,” he states with a shrug. “You’re the first one who fell for it.”
“What?” I exclaim, and then suddenly, the car is being sprayed with foam.
Mac unbuckles and slips into the back like the agile athlete he is. “Take your knickers off before you come back,” he commands, his voice gruff with desire already.
I squint my eyes closed and do as he says because all I can think about is that we have less than eight minutes, so arguing with him like usual really isn’t a wise time choice. I toss them into the back seat and turn to make my way over the console. Had anyone been able to see through the rainbow-coloured foam that’s currently hitting the car, they would have seen my white, ample rear end filling the entire windshield.
I land with an oomph on Mac’s lap, and his eyes twinkle with excitement. He slaps my arse. “Right, now straddle me, Cookie,” he commands, his hands spreading out on my thighs as he hikes my skirt up.
I glance down as I centre myself over top of him. “I told you to stop calling me food names when we’re shagging.”
“I’m sorry, my wee treasure,” Mac lifts his face up and pulls me in for a kiss. “Now pull my cock out of my shorts and stop wasting time. We’re probably down to six minutes.”
My brows lift, and I shift back to do as he says, the hard silky heat of him sending a frisson of desire pulsing between my legs so that I can feel myself dampen with need.
Mac holds a foil packet up for me. “Put the condom on.”
I eye him curiously because we haven’t used these for several days now.
“Less messy this way,” he replies gruffly.
How practical. Biting my lip, I open the packet, take out the condom, and shakily roll it onto his straining erection. “I did it!” I exclaim like an immature idiot.
“Now ride me hard and fast, treasure. Ride me like you mean it.”
I can’t help the small giggle that escapes my mouth because Mac is being so serious throughout the absurdity of what we’re trying to do. You’d think we’re solving a difficult math problem instead of trying to shag inside a moving car wash.
But I’m a quick study, so I move to position him between my folds, my body quivering with anticipation for the girth of him that I know will stretch me in the most delicious way. When I have him where I want him, I hold onto his shoulders and sink down over him, my legs spreading out as far as possible.
“Ow, the buckle,” I yelp as my knee comes into sharp contact with it. Mac grabs my thighs, scooting over slightly and shifting us to the edge of the back seat.
At this angle, he’s even deeper inside me, and my mouth opens in a silent cry.
“Better?” he asks with a lascivious smirk.
I nod and manage to murmur, “My bed would be better.”
“Stop complaining and kiss me, woman,” he growls with a smile, and I can’t help but smile back as our lips and tongues tangle with each other. He pulls away and adds breathlessly, “I need you to start moving on my cock, or I’m going to come just like this without getting you off. You have me way too bloody wound up.”
I nod slowly, vaguely aware of the car moving forward, but the action happening in this SUV is far more interesting to me. I start moving on top of him, my hips swooping forwards and backwards as quickly as possible, my clit grinding into him when I roll inward.
My God, this is exhilarating. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s hard to believe I’ve lived my whole life thinking I didn’t need this. Now that I’ve had it, I don’t know how I’ll ever get over losing it. Would it even be possible to find it again? Could I really be that lucky?
My thoughts and motions are halted when Mac grabs my thighs and thrusts up into me hard and fast, my head bumping the ceiling of the car, as he chases my climax like he knows exactly where it lives inside me.
“Fuck me,” Mac growls, grabbing my breasts over top of my blouse. “God, Freya, I need you to come soon.”
“Okay,” I whine, my breaths coming hard and fast as I groan through a deep throb growing between my legs. “I’m coming, Mac. Oh God!” I cry, my voice loud in the small space of the car.
“Fuuuck,” Mac growls, his voice throaty and dry as he squeezes my hips and pushes into me as deep as he can while I arch my back and come all over him.
