Lock You Down (Rivers Brothers 2)

She stayed put.

"I will think about it," she assured me, then fell silent for a long time, the only sound that of some guy rapping about boots with fur on the radio, volume turned low because after an hour, I had about had my fill of ass-shaking anthems. Though, to be fair, if we were in Reagan's apartment, I'd have cranked that shit up because then she would be the one ass shaking, and I always wanted to encourage that whenever possible. "You know what?" she asked, turning back to me, pulling her legs up onto the seat, so she was half on her knees, cocked a little to the side.

"What?" I asked, seeing a mischievous little look on her face.

"I can think of way better things to do in the backseat than knitting. Or paper folding," she told me, planting her hands on my chest, moving to straddle me.

My hands slid down the deep gray t-shirt she had on, the material buttery soft, but not nearly as soft as the skin I would find beneath. My fingers sank into her ass, pulling her a little closer on my lap as her head dipped, not seeking my lips, but going for my neck instead.

That was all it took.

The press of her lips to the space where my neck met my shoulder, and my cock was hard.

It didn't matter that I'd had her on every damn surface of her apartment over the past few days, I still found myself hard just by a brush of her hand, or an ass wiggle, or a throaty laugh at something I said.

She wasn't in the mood for too much teasing, her hands already moving downward, working at my button and zipper even as my hand dipped under the waistbands of her pants and panties, palming her ass before moving lower, gliding between the lips of her pussy, finding her soaked for me like she always was.

She let out a husky whimper against my neck as my fingers thrust inside her, feeling the muscles squeeze around them as they did with my cock when I got inside her, a thought that made my cock twitch even as her hand finally got it free, stroked it once, her thumb moving across the head.

My finger fucked her as her lips claimed mine, priming her further, feeling her pussy press down on my palm grinding, seeking relief from the need coursing through her.

Impatient to be inside her, I pulled my fingers pulled out. Ignoring the whimper of objection, I reached for her pants and panties, yanking them down off her ass.

Frustrated with the small space, I grabbed her hips, tossing her down onto the seat, yanking her legs up in the air, freeing each ankle from her pants and panties, and tossing them to the floor before helping her back up. I turned her, facing her out toward the dash as I pulled her ass down on my lap.

I fought with the condom for a long second before getting it on, feeling her wiggling against me, making the job harder.

I inched her up with one hand while gliding my cock to her pussy. Using my hold of her hip, I yanked her down, making her lose her shaky footing, taking me fully, a choked whimper escaping her at the sensation.

My arm anchored around her lower stomach, holding her right where I wanted her as my hips moved in circles inside her, feeling her walls clench me almost painfully, trying to get more, trying to get closer to an orgasm while I kept it slow, excruciatingly slow.

I loved the sounds she made when she was desperate. The deep, throaty moans, the husky pleas.

Eventually, they turned into this pathetic whimpering that damn near made me come every single fucking time I heard it.

That was how I knew she was close.

My arm left her stomach, going over the top of her chest, pulling her back flush to my chest, my other hand moving between her thighs to work her clit as I finally started thrusting. Short, slow thrusts, staying as deep as I possibly could inside her as she got tighter and tighter, making it almost impossible to move as she got to the edge, then crashed down, crying out my name over and over, her pussy clenching my cock, milking my orgasm out with her, her name hissing out of my lips into her neck.

She came down with a giggle, her whole body jumping against mine.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just... I've never had sex in a car before," she admitted, and I could hear the mix of amusement and self-deprecation in her voice.

"Seriously? Where did you fuck when you were a teenager?"

"In bedrooms," she said, shaking her head. "I was probably the only teenager who fantasized about car sex while everyone else wanted to know what fucking in a bed was like."