Backseat Novels & Stories

The limo was waiting outside, long and black and sleek, and the driver was standing ready with the door already open. There was even a red carpet runner on the driveway, which felt excessive because it's just us here, in this secluded estate. Dad helped Mom in first, always the gentleman with his hand at her elbow, and he helped her slide in gracefully and then settled into the back seat. "Come on, kids!" The interior had front-facing back seats for the parents and rear-facing front seats for us. Dad gestured toward the rear-facing seats. "You two up front." I went first, being very careful with my dress, the slit and the heels.

Axel said, already opening the car door for her, "Bryan and I need to talk business for a bit. Would you take the back seat?" "Of course. I don't mind at all." She said it lightly, though something in her deflated just slightly as she settled into the back and turned her face toward the window, keeping her eyes fixed determinedly on the passing scenery rather than on the low, easy, commanding presence of Axel's voice as he and Bryan talked. She told herself she wasn't listening. She told herself the small, foolish twist of exclusion she felt at being tucked into the back seat like an afterthought meant nothing at all.

We stayed connected for a minute, breathing hard, his massive cock still buried deep inside me, twitching and leaking the last drops of his cum. My tiny body was trembling on top of his, my dress bunched around my waist, thighs soaked. Ryan kissed my neck softly, then whispered against my ear, voice low and dangerous, “Get in the backseat, Mia.” My pussy clenched around him at his words. I slowly lifted myself off his cock with a wet, filthy sound. A huge gush of his cum poured out of me, running down my inner thighs as I climbed between the front seats into the back. My legs were already weak.

Seventy-two hours before the graduate school recommendation list was posted, someone stole Wesley North's research data. He stared at the empty folder on his screen, his fingertips going cold. Eight months of work—more than two hundred pages of charts and twelve rounds of empirical analysis—gone. Wesley checked the security footage. The files had been copied by Natalie Rowan, his childhood friend of eighteen years, and handed to Derek Sloan, the classmate everyone believed was struggling to get by. In that moment, Wesley didn't think about his own future. He thought about his grandmother. Her doctors had declared her critical eight times, and she was hanging on just to hear whether he'd

Noelle Anderson grows up with Stephen Sedgwick, the son of the family her mother works for as a housekeeper. What starts as a childhood friendship slowly turns into love. But when Stephen's father dies, everything between them changes. Stephen turns his hatred and resentment on Noelle, taking pleasure in making her miserable. After one disappointment too many, Noelle finally walks away. But the moment Stephen hears she's getting married, he becomes desperate to win her back.

Bash sat in the back seat of the SUV with eyes shut and his head leaning on the window as they drove into the Storm estate. Beside him, a girl was seated and stealing glances at him while she pretended to be looking out the window. Sincerely, he caught her the few times he opened his eyes but didn't bother stopping her. There was a reasonable amount of space between them where their backpacks sat but were a sort of bridge between the two. The car pulled over in front of a huge Ivory-coloured Mansion and the driver alighted and opened the back seat door for the twosome.

It was going to be very difficult enough with Justine unable to do any hard graft, but it would be far more difficult if we were depleted and lethargic. We all hopped into the vehicle after it was completely loaded. Peter was the one behind the wheel, while Justine sat next to him. Ricky, Gigi, Diana, Barsha, and I simply crammed ourselves into the backseat and, despite the fact that there were not enough seatbelts and harnesses, we suck it up and deal.

This is the plan. The vehicle is standing in the wrong direction in which we should be heading, which means, we need to make a turn. Second… The vehicle is filled with hunting equipment on the backseat, which means, we need to clear the back before we can get in… Third… The vehicle is definitely too small for all of us, which means, well, we are either sitting on top of each other or somebody is getting in the back… But… That is full of a whole bunch of other hunter crap, which means, this is going to be one tight and bumpy ride…

Blaine and Jacob's bodyguards got our bags and put it at the back of the car. Zayn held my hand and we all got in. Zayn and I sit in the back seat. This seat can turn into the bed. Blaine and Autumn at the middle and Jacob and Fiona in front. It is a separate comfortable chair. The car is like a home. There are flat screen television and controllable light. Jacob's driver started to drive. "This is really beautiful," Autumn said amused. "It is baby," Blaine said. "I am really excited," Fiona said.

he yelled at them. It's too late to call for a cab or change of plan. They have no choice, but to hop in the hearse to get into the party. They all squeeze in front of the car and none of them wants to go to the back. While they are on their way to the party, Ella notices an unusual sound at the back of the hearse. "What is that noise? Something is bumping at the back of the car," she curiously said to Bruce. "Is there something at the back?" Salome confusedly asked him.