“Bend over.” He pushed me down onto the hood of the car, leaning down on top of me. “The thing about you is that you try to drive me crazy. You know you’re doing it. I think you love it. I think you love it a little too much.”
I bucked up against him, my ass grinding on his crotch, and he hissed. The cold metal of the car hood was smooth against my cheek as his hands roamed over my body. And then a rush of cold air hit my ass when he pulled my skirt up to my waist.
“We’re always in a battle, hippie. My need for control against yours.” He reached down and slid his fingers against me. Not enough pressure. Not nearly enough. “But I know a little secret,” he whispered, leaning down again to taunt my ear. “You love to give up control when I’m fucking you, don’t you?”
“No,” I said, without any real heart. Because he was right. But I couldn’t give in that easily.
“Don’t lie to me.” I squealed as he slapped my ass, hard, in the night air.
“I hate you.” It was so far from the truth, but when it came out, I felt myself get even wetter for him, and he felt it too, as he thrusted a finger deep inside me without warning. I cried out, and he used his other hand to cover my mouth.
“See, I don’t think you do. But that’s okay, hippie. That’s okay. You can pretend to hate me all you want. It just makes my cock harder.” He pulled his hand away and then thrusted his erection against my ass. “It just means I’m gonna fuck you deeper.”
I panted as I heard the buckle of his belt jingle and his zipper pull down. I was really in the middle of town right now, leaning over the front of his damn cop car, naked ass exposed and ready for him. How the hell did this happen?
But I couldn’t think about it for another second, because he slid my panties to the side and teased my entrance with the head of his cock. My mind was a haze of lust and all I wanted was Theo.
“Please,” I whispered, without meaning to.
“Please what?”
It was out there now, might as well lean into it. “Please fuck me, Theo.”
“How do you want me to fuck you, hippie? You want it hard and dirty?”
“Yes!”
With one swift move, he drove himself deep. The force shoved me harder onto the hood of the car, stars sparkled in front of my eyes. And then a second later, he pulled all the way out. I heard a whimper, then realized moments later it had come from my mouth. I needed him back, needed more of him.
“More!” I called, my voice high pitched and breathless.
“You want my cock so bad, don’t you? Look at you. Bent over my damn car. Your ass up in the air. Wet for me. Shaking for me.”
He was right, I realized through a haze of lust. My muscles were shaking, my legs spread and vibrating. His hand came down to smack my ass again, a harsh reminder that he was in charge. The sting was heaven. And turning my head back to look at him was even better.
Biting his lip between his teeth, his eyes grew wild, looking over my body like I was a goddess. And when he sunk himself deep into me again, I couldn’t help my own wild eyes, or the moans that followed.
He thrusted slowly at first. Letting me feel every inch of him as I clenched around him. He bent over me, flush against my back, fucking me hard against the car as he whispered in my ear.
“You need me, don’t you? You need what I do to you. The way I make you come.”
More whimpers. I couldn’t form words, my mind was a mess, just focused on the pure pleasure of each thrust.
“Say it, Sara.” He grunted.
I tried to form the words. I did. But all I could do was moan. So he stood up and slapped my ass again.
“I’m gonna leave bruises on this ass. Mark it as mine like I did to your neck that first time.” Slap. “Say it.”
“Yes! I need you, Theo. I need you.”
Everything stopped. He was deep inside me and halted the thrusting, the slapping, the grunting. I turned my head, but couldn’t see him. He was standing up too straight and had his hand on my back so I couldn’t move.
“Good girl.”
And then he was off. Pumping in and out of me, harder and faster than I’d ever experienced. The metal against my skin was warm now from the heat of me. My legs were drenched from the wetness leaking out of my pussy, his words turning me on like I’d never experienced before. The sting from his hand on me felt better than I could have imagined. The sound of it making me ache for more.
“God, Sara, you feel so good. So fucking tight for me.”
Each word and each thrust were pushing me higher and higher, close to the edge, close to flying off into oblivion. And then he brought his hand down onto my ass, squeezing it hard. Then sliding his calloused thumb down, low, lower, until he was rubbing circles on my backdoor.
“Oh fuck,” I called out, not knowing how to manage all the sensations happening at once. The decadent rhythm he built drove me closer and closer. Almost flying. Almost there.
“Come on this cock, baby.”
And suddenly, I did.
I called his name, again and again, whispering it like a prayer as he kept going, as I felt him lose control, spasm inside me, and fill me up.
“Fuck Sara.”
I laid there, bent over the car, satisfied and spent. But we were in the middle of the police parking lot. Holy shit.
I felt Theo pull my skirt down, then pull me up by my arms. He turned me to face him. All I could do was look up into his eyes. We stood like that, staring at each other, lost in the moment. And then he bent down and kissed my forehead, so soft, so tender, all I could do was melt.
As he led me to his truck and lifted me inside, settling me, buckling me in, all I could think about was how cared for he made me feel, on all levels.
“I’m sorry,” I told him, “for everything.”
“I am too.”
“What do you have to be sorry for?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. I shouldn’t have let us stay angry. I should have fought to hold you every night.”
I wrapped my arms around him, loving the closeness we once again had.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, hippie.”
“Um, please tell me you have access to the security cameras.”
He threw his head back and barked out a laugh.
“I think my truck blocked us, but if not, you can be damn sure I’ll be deleting that footage. I’m the only one that gets to see you like that,” he growled, kissing me with a ferociousness that made my toes curl.
“Take me home,” I said, once we broke apart.
“Yes, ma’am.”