Unexpected Gift(58)
The night is beautiful, not as beautiful as she is, but beautiful all the same. The stars shine, twinkling above us, lighting the pathway to the car. Kenna sits in the front seat, applying a dark lipstick in the mirror. She wipes the corner of her lips and hits the visor to lay flat against the roof of the car again and rolls down the window. “About time. You guys keep it in your pants? Did you grab those condoms, Molly?”
“Kenna!” Molly scolds and opens the back door, but I catch it with my hand and open it the rest of the way. My mom taught me how to be a gentleman, and I plan on being one to the woman I love.
Love?
I shake my head from that thought as Kenna laughs. “What? You always want to be prepared, Molls.”
Molly slides across the leather seat, keeping her dress pulled down so her ass doesn’t show. Shame. I really want her ass to show. I get in beside her and shut the door, scooting over as close to her as possible until our legs touched. I throw my arm behind the seat, and my fingers skate along her shoulder. Kenna reverses out of the driveway, careful to miss the mailbox, and heads down the road.
Once she turns her heavy metal music on, I whisper in Molly’s ear. “Condoms? I thought Kenna was just kidding. You really bought them?”
“Can we not talk about this right now, please?” she squirms in the seat, uncomfortable.
“I’ll know soon enough.” I bring my hand to her face, feather my touch along her skin, down her neck, and chest. Her breathing picks up. I’m getting to her.
“So confident,” she says, fanning herself with her hand. “Wow, it’s hot in here. Is it hot in here? Kenna can you turn the a/c on back here, please.”
The air kicks on, blowing her hair over her shoulders. “Relax, Molly.”
“How can I relax with you whispering in my ear and making me all—”
“Hot?” I interrupt her with a smug grin.
She turns her head to me, her breath ghosting over my lips from them being only centimeters apart from each other. “Scorching.”
My shaft plumps from the seductive words leaving her lips like a secret, wrapping around my cock. The low, hushed tone makes my control snap for a second and my hand falls to her thigh, inching its way up the smooth, silky leg. “Are you nervous?” I breathe on her cheek, kissing my nose along her jawline, fighting the temptation to take her in the backseat.
“No.”
I lift my hand higher, letting my fingers dance on her sensitive canvas. “Are you nervous, now?”
She looks down at my hand and back up to see if Kenna is looking at us, but she is jamming out to the music blaring in the car. “No.”
I bite my lip when the heat of her pussy radiates on my hand. “And now?”
Her lips part on a silent moan, and her hand grips the grey, plastic handle above her, shaking her head. Her tongue flicks out to coat her dry lips. She cuts her gaze to me, and a heated flush takes over her face. “No.”
I cup her this time, pressing my thumb against her clit, letting her wetness coat my palm. “And now?”
The hand that isn’t clutching the handle, digs into my thigh. She shakes her head as a quiet whimper escapes her red, painted lips, seducing me further. I place my mouth next to her ear. “And now?” I slide her panties to the side, sneaking my gaze to the front to make sure Kenna isn’t looking, but she is lost in her own word, singing along to the screaming vocals blaring through the speakers.
Molly’s chest moves rapidly as she breathes, trying to catch her breath, but if it is up to me? I’ll make sure she is always gasping for air, from the need caused by me. “No.”
“Liar.” I suppress my voice to a low, gravel. “I can feel how nervous you are.” My fingers inch their way through her promise land, swimming through the sea of her need. I press them against her jewel.
Those red lips part as her body quivers from my touch, stroking my ego, wishing it was stroking my cock.
“Caden,” she says as a plea. “We shouldn’t.”
“We shouldn’t do it here. You’re right.” I move my fingers from her pearl, leaving one at her virgin entrance. “But I can’t help it. I want you. I want you so fucking bad, Molly.” I take the hand gripping my thigh and move it to my straining cock. “Do you feel how bad I want you?” I wrap her fingers around my girth, helping her stroke me. I stutter a breath into her ear, wanting her to hear the power she has over me, what she does to me, how she affects me. I sink one digit inside her heat, inching forward more and more until I hit the thin wall of her virginity. “All it would take is a push.”
She tilts her head back, trying to catch that breath she has been searching for. “Do it.”
“No.” I swirl my finger around her tight channel, caressing the soft tissue soaking my hand. “When I take this—” I press against the thin wall again making her hiss in pleasure and a little discomfort, “—it’s going to be my fat cock taking it. I’m not taking it in the back of a car.”
“Hey! We are here.” Kenna yells over the music and shuts off the car, hoping out a lightning speed.
Giving us a chance to be alone. The wet sound of me removing my finger from her depths makes a spurt of precome drip from the slit of my cock. “I guess that’s our cue.” I put her panties back in place and suck my finger into my mouth, closing my eyes from how sweet her honey is. I lick it clean, making sure I get every drop. “You taste so good.”