He reached over, pulled my blouse out of my skirt, then feverishly slid his hand between the waistline and my stomach. Then he pushed down further, into my bikini bottom.
I gasped as he slid through my landing strip, then found the wetness between my thighs. The tip of his middle finger began rubbing up and down over my hood, around my clit, slipping and sliding over my soaked flesh. I tried to keep enough presence of mind to continue massaging his cock, which strained and bucked in my hand – but I would invariably stop stroking as waves of pleasure and desire rolled over me, across me, through me. Then I would come to my senses and slide up and down his shaft again, until I was overcome by ecstasy once more.
The tip of his finger slid inside me – just a centimeter or two – and I moaned. Loud.
As soon as I did, he growled, “I have to fuck you.”
“How… far to the island?” I gasped. It seemed like forever: the guardhouse had long since disappeared in the distance, and the road seemed to stretch on eternally between the salt flats. I didn’t know if I could wait that long. I wanted him inside me now.
“Fuck the island,” he said as he moved the wheel to the right, and suddenly we were rattling and bumping down the incline and through the scrub brush.
I screamed – this time from fright, not from pleasure – as we zoomed down the slope, then finally leveled off and hit the salt flats.
“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD, what are you doing?!” I screamed.
“Driving it like it’s stolen,” he grinned.
“Where are you going?!”
“Someplace private.”
“We can’t do this!”
“Yeah we can. I’m doing it.”
I looked behind us as the road receded in the distance. Behind us, our tires carved out parallel lines in the salt and sand.
“You can’t – unnnnhhhhhh,” I moaned as his wet finger slipped once, twice, three times over my swollen clit. When my thighs had stopped quivering, I snapped, “That’s not fair!”
“You can go back to what you were doing any time you want.”
“You’re going to – unnnhhh – ” (more wet firmness sliding over my clit) “ – get us arrested!”
“Do you see any cops?”
I looked back behind us. The road was no longer visible, much less any cars.
“…no…”
I could barely speak, let alone think, he was stroking me so wetly, so softly, underneath my bikini bottom.
“Then we’re good.”
“…they could still see our tracks… somebody could tell the park ranger…”
“Then we’re going to have to hurry, aren’t we?”
“Hurry what?”
“Fucking each other’s brains out,” he growled.
I know I said before that I missed tenderness and sensuality…
…but right then, fucking his brains out sounded like the most wonderful thing in the universe.
Still, though, my law-abiding terror wouldn’t let up.
“Well, somebody will see us! Oh God…” (more slipping and sliding over my clit)
“I didn’t see anybody for miles.”
“But… but…”
I stopped talking and just whimpered as he stroked me, slid inside me, caressed me, made my pussy throb with need. “…you’re not playing fair…”
“I never said I did.”
“…I can’t think when you’re doing that…”
“So quit thinking.”
As he kept making me shudder with ecstasy, I looked down at his pants. His cock was still jutting straight up… it looked so gorgeous… so big and thick and pink…
So he doesn’t care about getting arrested?
Fine. Neither do I.
I reached down and started stroking him again. Slowly. Then a little faster. Feeling how thick he was in my hand, between my fingers.
“Oh God,” he groaned, and I felt his fingers quiver over my clit.
I leaned over and whispered in his ear:
“When are you going to fuck my brains out?”
“Now,” he grunted, and slowed the car to a stop.
Then he reached over, grabbed my waist, and hauled me like a rag doll through the air, me shrieking and giggling, until I was straddled on top of him.
“Wait, wait – ”
“I know, I know – condom,” he said, his voice darkly humorous as he took his hands off my waist and dug in his jeans pocket.
While I waited, I took off his sunglasses and threw them on the dash. I wanted to see his eyes while we were fucking each other’s brains out.
Then I reached down and stroked his cock – and watched, slightly nervous, for any signs of flashing blue lights in the distance.
But there was nothing. The road itself was nothing more than a tiny line in the distance.
I heard the tearing of paper, and I looked down in time to see him place the latex circle over the tip of his head. I took my hand away and watched, mesmerized, as he rolled it down the length of his shaft, all the way to the base.
“Okay,” he grunted, and then he reached up, shoved my skirt up around my waist, moved the bikini to the side (just like before, in the hotel room) and then put his hands on my hips to force me down on him – quick, deep, wet, and thick.
“Oh my GOD!” I screamed – this time from pleasure, not panic, as he filled me up so quickly I almost came just from his tremendous girth sliding deep inside me.
Five seconds later, we went at it like we were insane.
He grunted like a beast as he bucked his hips up under me, sliding in and out, filling me up. I started moaning like an animal, too, as he fucked me, hard, slamming into me, rocking, stroking me deep inside – and then I started fucking him back, using him like a fucktoy, a thing for my own pleasure and nothing else. I rotated my hips, feeling him swirl inside me, feeling his cock hard and wet against my lips, slipping up his entire length and then pounding back down, over and over. I rubbed my clit against his abs, grinding it against his muscular body, angling myself so that I could feel the most intensity, his cock straining and pressing deep inside me as my clit buzzed and throbbed with pleasure.
Then, suddenly, he was ripping apart my blouse.
Buttons popped and went everywhere as he tore it open.
“HEY!” I yelled, momentarily taken out of my bliss.
“I’ll buy you another one,” he rumbled, and then he was pulling aside the triangle of fabric over my left breast, and his mouth found my nipple and sucked on it, hard, and I couldn’t have given a damn about my blouse anymore. Or my bikini bottom when he ripped that off, too.
I wanted more skin on skin, though, and so I reached down and pulled his t-shirt off, then flung it in the back seat. I broke his rhythm the tiniest bit, but then he was back at it, rocking deep inside me, and now I could run my hands over his muscled shoulders, his incredible chest.
I flung my head back, my hair whipping behind me, as I arched my chest towards him. He tore the bikini top off, switching wetly from one nipple to the other, yet still fucking me hard, and deep, and thick, his hands clutching powerfully at my ass, his palms cupping my cheeks, his fingertips touching me, pressing against my drenched lips, my asshole, the soaked skin between, and he was so thick and so hard and so big inside me and I was so totally out of control, so alive, so on fire that suddenly I was coming, shrieking and not even aware of the sound I was making, as my whole body slammed down on him again and again. I heard him bellow, and for a split second his cock was even bigger and thicker, and then I felt it bigger and thicker again, and I was so tight and wet around him as we came together, his swollen bursts filling me up even more, doubling my pleasure, my insanity, until he gradually stopped rocking inside me.
I collapsed against his chest, my hair draped over him, our sweaty bodies pressed tight together, our breathing heavy and gasping and matched with each other. I still felt him inside me, the last pulses of his orgasm dying out with my own, his cock still hard and thick and wonderful. Then we both lay still in each other’s arms, my legs straddling him, my breasts against his bare chest, his breath against my skin, and nothing else existing in the world but the two of us.
We sat like that for a few moments, me straddling him, our bodies pressed together, slowly coming back to reality. Far beyond us, the sun dipped below the horizon, setting the sky on fire – the way we had been on fire.
“Holy shit,” Derek breathed out, barely above a whisper. “I think you almost killed me, that was so good.”
My only answer was to kiss him.
After a few minutes we disentangled ourselves, and I sat back in my seat. For some reason, I felt a sadness I had never experienced before. It wasn’t deep or intense, but almost… nostalgic. For a few seconds, I had felt like a live wire – I had experienced what it was like to be truly alive –
…and now it was gone.
I ached to have it back.
Despite my sexual epiphany, though, I hadn’t become some entirely different person. I made Derek wait until it was dark until we drove back to the road, with our lights off, until we made it to the incline and up onto the asphalt.
We never got caught. Never even saw another car the entire time.
But we never made it to our destination, either.
No, that’s wrong; we never made it to the island.
But I think we hit the destination we were both aiming for – the one we had been searching for going on four years. Something beyond just ordinary sex.