LOGINHe didn't slow down. If anything, he fucked me even much harder. He used both hands on my hips now to yank me back onto his cock with every thrust. The force was even way crazier. The impact made my whole body tremble. My boobs swayed under the loose top. The air was cool against my skin. The night air cooled the sweat on my back and the wetness ran down my legs. The contrast makes me shiver. Somewhere far off, a car passed on an adjacent road. The headlight briefly painted the trees, and the light swept over us. But neither of us saw it as a reason to slow or stop. And that feeling, that risk, it only made my pussy grip his dick even harder, more tighter and desperate.He pushed back to meet every stroke, chasing the deep, dirty fullness. The feeling of being filled completely. My voice has gone hoarse from the sounds I was making. I could feel cries tearing from my throat. I felt his dick even becoming thicker inside me. The base of his dick was stretching me wi
My pussy was soaked. The insides of my thighs were slick, and glistening from his fingers. The open air made every wet place feel sharper, more exposed, and raw. The cool breeze licked at the dampness between my legs.He stepped out behind me. His short dragged low around his hips. His dick was heavy, and shiny, dripping in the dim amber light from somewhere distant. The glow caught the wetness on his skin.The road was empty. It was a long stretch of nothingness. The trees lined the park side. There were no headlights, no voices. Just us. It was the perfect place to fuck.I didn’t wait for him to speak. I didn't—I bent over the open door, bracing both hands on the edge of the seat. My ass pushed out toward him, presenting myself. The position forced my jeans lower. The material dug into the soft meat of my thighs, making the sensation more intense. My top rode up my back, exposing the curve of my spine. I looked over my shoulder. His eyes were dark and hungry.“Fuck me,” I said, lo
I put the flowers on the back seat. The paper crinkled once. Settled against the dark upholstery with a soft, final sound. A tiny noise in the heavy silence.My hand was already on his jaw, turning his face to mine with a grip that demanded everything. I kissed him hard in the seat. His mouth opened under mine, gasping, and waiting.I shoved my tongue in, and tasted his mouth. It tasted like the night, like whatever he'd drank earlier. He was already getting hard.I didn't wait. I never wait.My hand dropped straight to his lap, with my palm pressing over the thick ridge of his dick. I could feel the heat radiating through the fabric. I could feel his pulse.He made a low sound against my mouth. A guttural noise that vibrated in my chest. I squeezed harder, digging my fingers in, feeling the muscle twitch under my touch."Fuck," he muttered. His voice was rough, and broken. The word was scraping against my tongue.I kept kissing him while I worked the button and zipper of his shorts o
It happened naturally. The way good nights ended, not with a decision but with a recognition, the collective understanding that the thing had found its completion and anything after would be an addition.Marcus had an early morning. He mentioned it, and stood with the ease of someone who had given everything the night required and was satisfied. He hugged Lexi first, long and warm, her hand standing on his face for a while. Then he turned to me."When you finally launch," he said. "Let me know.""I will," I said.He nodded. He and Jordan exchanged the men's goodbyes. Then he was gone, through the thinning crowd, and the table somehow felt both.Jordan stayed a little longer. The group four became three, and the conversation went down with it, but it didn't die. Jordan talked, and he and went into their friendship mode, but each of then held me along with them as they were having the conversation, and it was so fucking. Every single: "Can
Marcus had while we were gone. The drinks were there. I took mine, and I caught Jordan's focused on me.I was more aware of the table than ever. The people. I had been inside four walls for so long I had forgotten what it felt like to be a person in a room full of other people who were also just being people.It felt like this.Lexi, it turned out, had opinions about everything.This was not new information. But somehow, it felt like I was learning about it all over again. She had opinions about the DJ who had just changed over, about whether the change was an improvement or the opposite, about the track he had opened with and what it signaled about where he intended to take the next two hours. She had opinions about Marcus's upcoming trip, which she had apparently decided she was going to attend whether he wanted her to or not."You cannot come to Lisbon," Marcus said. For what was probably the third time."I can go anywhere," Lexi said. "This is the thing about me.""I'm going with
She wanted everything and she meant it literally.She even mentioned it herself that she doesn’t a broad strokes version, or a summary, or any omission of any kind, intentional omission, or not. “I want everything. Every single thing, in order, with full detail, from the beginning, to the end. And i am going to ask questions and i expect them to be answered and I’m not going to accept deflection of any kind, because you definitely won’t leave me in the dark.”Well that was exactly who Lexi Hart and deflection did not work on her and never had.She steered us back inside, but this time, not to the backstage. She steered us out to the main floor, to a table she apparently had reserved, in a corner with enough privacy that she could lean across and interrogate her best friend without the table beside them hearing everything.She ordered drinks. “To set the mood.” She said, and I couldn’t get a proper reply, except the smile that was on my f







