Not that he’s trying to stop me.
“Are you gonna come, Ems?” he whispers, his voice soft and almost reverent. “Can you come like this? Using my cock to get yourself off?”
“Uh huh,” I mutter, rocking harder against him, my clit throbbing and my leg muscles burning. I’m having to use muscles that don’t often get called upon to keep my balance and move in this awkward, cramped position. But it’s so worth it.
“Then do it. Use me, baby. Come on my cock. I want to feel you fall apart.”
His voice is hot and soothing all at once, and I find that strangely, in this moment, I trust him. I trust him to take care of me. I trust that when I do fall apart, he’ll be there to pick up the pieces.
“Reese…”
The word is a keening groan, the only response I can muster up as I do what he instructed, moving harder against him, chasing my pleasure as he shudders beneath me. His cock feels like a steel rod, and even through the fabric that separates us, I can tell how big he is, how thick.
“Watch me, Ems. I want to see. Please, let me see.”
My eyes have been rolling up in my head as pleasure overtakes me, but I force my gaze to focus, finding Reese’s face in the darkness. His features are contorted, and he looks like he’s almost in pain. I realize he must be struggling to keep himself from coming, wanting to see me find my release. Wanting to let me keep using him.
But I don’t want that. I want him to come too. I want to see and feel him come undone, just as much as he wants to watch me.
I’m about to tell him that when his hands glide up under the loose fabric of my sundress and palm my breasts. Then the fingers and thumb of each hand pinch and tweak my nipples, tugging on them gently, just enough to send a bite of pleasure and pain zinging down to my clit.
And I come.
My head tips back, and the noise that falls from my lips doesn’t even sound like me as my body shakes and shudders on top of him. I grind down against him even as I arch my back, pressing my breasts harder into his touch, giving him more of myself.
As the high slowly fades, he releases my nipple. One hand extricates itself from my sundress and palms the back of my head, bringing me in for a scorching kiss.
When we finally break apart, Reese gives me a dazed, satisfied smile, even though I know he didn’t come. I would’ve felt it, I’m sure of it. And his cock is still throbbing against my core, pressing angrily against his pants.
“That was…” He shakes his head. “That was fucking incredible.”
“Did you come?” I gasp out breathlessly.
Another headshake. “N
o. But that was just as g—”
I cut him off before he can even finish that sentence. I don’t care if he’s willing to make me come and call it a night. I’m not.
Reaching between us, I shift backward as far as I can until the steering wheel stops me, giving me just enough room to work his button and fly. I unzip him with one hand while fumbling for his button with the other, and Reese hisses out a breath.
I feel high. Or maybe drunk. I haven’t had a drop of alcohol though, and I know it’s just endorphins flooding my system as I raise up a little and work his pants down just enough to free his cock.
“Fucking hell,” he murmurs when I sink back down and slide my pussy lips over the length of his shaft. “If you’re serious about this, Ems…”
“I am,” I gasp, lowering my head to kiss him again. There’s hardly any room to move, but we find just enough space to get the friction we need.
“Then get on my dick.”
His desperate plea makes me smile against his lips. Just like everything else about him, he’s got two conflicting halves when it comes to sex too. He’s part gentleman, part caveman, and I fucking love it.
I don’t wait to put him out of his misery. My legs tremble as I rise up, and when I sink back down, impaling myself on him, I feel Reese’s entire body go rigid.
“God, Emma. You’re so fucking tight.”
I want to ride him hard, but there’s not enough space to get that kind of momentum. But as frustrating as being confined like this is, there’s something fucking hot about it too. Reese’s thrusts are short and choppy—he doesn’t have the room to pull out all the way, so I never lose that feeling of perfect fullness as our bodies find a rhythm together.
And after letting me use his cock, after holding off for so long, I can tell he’s teetering on the edge already.