“Oh, God.”
“Your pussy is so fuckin’ wet for me, Savvy.”
I lifted as much as I could with my hands on his shoulders, fingers pulling at his shirt as I rode his fingers. My head hit the roof of the car each time I rose, but I barely noticed it.
“Oh, God,” I cried when he let my hair go and grabbed my hip instead to help me move.
Harder.
Faster.
He withdrew his fingers and pushed me back so my spine jammed into the steering wheel and the horn briefly sounded.
His hands went to his jeans, and I quickly shoved them aside, undoing his belt, buttons, and then released his cock.
He groaned, eyes closing, head falling back on the headrest. “Christ,” he muttered. “Condom. In my wallet.”
I reached for his wallet in the console and found a condom. I quickly tore it open with my teeth then rolled it on him.
I lifted then positioned above his cock and slowly lowered. A moan dragged from my throat as he filled me. God, it was like coming home. A home I didn’t know I had. A home I’d never had.
His hands squeezed my hips so hard I knew I’d have bruises, but I wanted them.
I wanted his mark on me because this was what I’d been missing all my life.
Killian.
“Jesus Christ, orchid,” he said in a ragged, breathless growl as I moved up and down on him.
This wasn’t pretty or nice sex. This was hurting sex.
And it was amazing.
I sifted my hand through his hair and yanked on it while I thrust my hips. My other hand clawed at his shirt, and I heard the tear in the neckline as I yanked it down so I could touch his naked chest and his nipple piercing.
“Baby,” he said as our bodies banged and hit together.
“Killian,” I cried.
His cock drove me insane as I moved up and down. The silver barbell rubbed against the wall of my sex and caused my core to heat and build, and my womb to flare with tingles.
“Savvy. Fuck. Now,” he groaned, his hands tightening on my waist. Throwing his head back, corded neck exposed, he closed his eyes.
Seeing him orgasm sent me over the edge and spiraling into my own release. I raised my arms above my head, palms flat on the roof as I tilted my hips into him one more time before I screamed, “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Then I moaned as wave after wave pulsed. “Ohh.”
I collapsed.
His arms wrapped around me and his mouth rested on my throat.
That was when the blue lights flashed in the rear window, and a loud brief siren rang into the air.
My eyes widened. “Shit.” I scrambled off his lap.
“It’s fine,” he said with a chuckle.
He did up his pants, which took him a millisecond, while I had to try and flatten my hair and straighten my dress. And I couldn’t find my panties. God, I no doubt looked like I’d just been fucked.
“Oh, my God.” I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing.
I’d never had sex in a car. Actually, the most risky, and I wouldn’t even call it risky, was in the dance studio with a locked door and after hours.
There was a tap on Killian’s window.
I groaned, lowering my head so the officer couldn’t see Killian’s bite marks on my neck or my red face from the scruff burn.
Killian pressed the button and the window slid down.
“Sir. Ma’am. Is everything okay here? You’re blocking the alley,” the officer said.
The fifty-something officer looked at Killian then to me and into the backseat then back to Killian.
“Yes. Thank you, Officer,” Killian said. “We were just having a rather… heated discussion.”
Oh. My. God.
The officer’s eyes flicked to me. “I see. Are you okay, ma’am?” he asked.
“Uh, yes, Officer. Thank you,” I managed to squeak.
“Would you mind showing me some ID, sir?” he asked.
“Of course,” Killian said politely.
God, he could go from raw and rough to a complete gentleman in a flash.
Meanwhile, I was still in ‘just been fucked’ land with nerves darting off in every direction and my sex throbbing something fierce.
Killian reached over into the middle tray and opened his wallet, pulling out his driver’s license.
The officer’s gaze followed his movements, and that was when I saw my panties dangling from the parking brake.
Kill. Me. Now.
Killian cleared his throat, I think to cover his laugh because it was obvious the officer saw my panties and Killian was aware he did.
Asshole. I wanted to snatch them away, but that would only draw more attention to them.
Killian handed him his ID.
“Please stay in the car,” the officer ordered.
The second he turned to go back to his cruiser, I snatched my panties, opened the glove box and shoved them inside.
Killian laughed.
“It’s not funny,” I retorted, glaring at him.
He reached over, hand cupping the back of my neck as he dragged me toward him and kissed me.