The Ex Files (Ocean View #1)(77)
He steps back, tugging my hand to the trunk of my car and moving me until I’m facing it before a rough hand presses into my bare lower back. I’m bent now, facing the trunk, hands on the white metal.
“This is gonna be quick, Cass. Gonna fuck you fast, you’re going to come hard around me, and I’m gonna come in that tight cunt of yours, then when I get home, I can really play with you, say thank you for all of this.” I hear the belt of his pants as he moves behind me. Looking over my shoulder, he’s removing himself from his pants, already hard and thick, and I clench. But also…
“Luke, I don’t know, this…” I’m second-guessing this. We’re on the side of the road, and I’m bent over the trunk of my car in lingerie in the middle of the night. What was I thinking?
This breaks, like, at least ten laws, right? I can see the headline now: “Local matchmaker gets railed by tow truck driver on the side of the road, more details inside.”
Okay, so maybe it wouldn’t be that crazy, but you get the point.
“We’re outside. What if someone—”
“Truck blocks the back. Dark enough out, I’ll see any lights coming with more than enough time.” A finger runs down the gusset of my panties, and he groans when he gets to the wetness. I moan as well as it goes up, a rough finger grazing my clit, so swollen I could come right here. I’ve been daydreaming about this all afternoon, and now...
“But what if you’re too distracted to notice?” I say with a moan as he pulls the panties to the side, kneeling behind me to feel the wetness and move it around my clit. And then he’s on his knees behind me, a deep moan pulling from my chest at the mere sight, the thought, before his tongue runs from top to bottom, licking at my arousal.
“Jesus, Cass, so wet. So fuckin’ pretty, baby.” It feels beyond amazing, his lips sucking and nipping at my most delicate places, begging for his attention, but still…
“Luke, really, maybe we should…” He stands, turning me to look at him, and I want to groan because even though I asked for this and know he won’t do anything without my being okay with it, I don’t want him to stop.
“Cass, you think I’d risk anyone seeing what’s mine? See you in a position only I get to see you in?” His eyes, though shrouded in the dark, bore into mine, but I don’t need to see his face to know the answer, the truth on his face.
“No.” The word comes easy because he wouldn’t. He’d never make me unsafe. He always keeps me protected.
“Good, baby. Now turn around and put your hands on the car.” The moonlight glints off his white teeth as he smiles. I do as he asks, placing my hands onto the cool metal and bending so my back dips exaggeratedly, knowing the image I’m giving him is everything he loves, especially in the garters and lingerie. Proving my point, he goes to the garter straps, a thick finger running between the silky material and my thigh before moving it and snapping it against my skin. The movement brings a moan to my lips. “Like these, Cass.” Once again, he’s moving my panties aside before a thumb is in my pussy, his pointer and middle finger moving my wet around my swollen clit. “Like this more, though.” I moan out loud, the sound swallowed by the empty night air.
“Shhh. Not too loud, got it?” he says in my ear, his breath hot again on my skin. I don’t know if this is another game of his or an actual precaution, but either way, I nod before biting my lip, another moan falling from my closed mouth. His fingers continue to work me, pressing his thumb to my G-spot until I’m grinding on him, needing more.
“Luke,” the words are a quiet plea, a beg. When his hand leaves the trunk, I clench, and he chuckles. Thank God this time, he’s in pants and shirt uniform, not a coverall. Much easier for him to…
Then his hard cock is out, his thumb leaving me as his cock lines up with my pussy and slides in, pulling a deep moan from both of us.
“So fucking perfect, every damn time,” he says, his voice a low groan that has me clamping down hard on him. He pulls out, each movement brushing sensitive nerves and swollen tissues and dragging me closer to… “Yeah, baby. You’re so fucking wet for me. Feels so fucking good, you clamping on my cock".” Biting my lip, I fight a moan as he pumps in, slamming my hips into the cool metal, fucking me wild now. “Need you to come, Cassie. Need you to milk my cock.” He slams in, fingers biting into my hips, and I know he’s close too. Whether it’s because recreating this memory is too much or because we need it to be quick, I don’t know.
“Luke! Shit!” I shout, clenching around him, so close as I buck my hips back to get him deeper.
“God, taking me so deep, such a good girl, Cassie.” His hips slam in, and I bend further, breasts brushing cool metal. “I need you to come right now or I’m gonna come in this cunt without you.” And it’s those words and his middle finger moving forward to graze my clit that has me throwing caution to the wind and screaming his name as I come around him. Luke pumps in twice more, deep, always so deep when he’s getting himself there, until I feel him pulsing inside of me and hear him growl my name into the night.
“Jeff is going to kill me,” he says as I pull on the robe, cinching it tight at my waist. Luke’s eyes roam over me like he’s thinking about doing it again.