Strangers in the Night

She could feel the desire in him, and she responded easily, her lips parting. They shared this thing, this taste for danger, and now she wanted to share more. Running her hands up and down his back, she invited him closer. The stubble on his jaw was rough against her skin. His body was warm under her hands, his cock hard under his clothes. It made her feel powerfully alive to be in his arms.

When he came up for air, she nodded back in the direction of the old farm. “I think he might be waiting for the drop you mentioned.”

“Uh-huh, and I’ve just thought of a great way to pass the time until then.”

She nodded, her gaze locked with his. She could see the suggestion there and she knew that once they let go they’d be on a roll and there would be no stopping them.

“Come on, let’s go back to the car.” He grabbed her hand and led the way quickly along the path back to where the car was parked. Thrilled, she darted alongside him, savoring the intense look in his eyes as he glanced at her.

When they got back, he pulled her against the Land Rover and lifted her right leg against his, with his hand beneath her bottom. With his other hand he clutched her pussy through her cut-off jeans, squeezing it possessively. “You’re so hot.”

He was pressing the seam of her shorts right against her clit, moving it side to side. Her hips rocked instinctively, her body needy for release. He was attractive, he was hard and he wanted her, and she was ready to take everything he had to offer. Wave after wave of intense stimulation hit her, and she had to hang on to him to stay upright. “Mon Dieux, that’s good.”

He grinned and the look in his eyes was devilish.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she said, and then rode up and down against his hand as a sweet and sudden climax hit her, her clit buzzing with sensation. It empowered her, and it made her want more, the full deal. Her hand closed over his erection. “I want you, Ben O’Neil.”

He reached beside her hip and opened the car door, jerking her into his arms. “In the car, now, before I get done for indecent exposure on a public footpath.”

She climbed in, crawling across the passenger seat and into the driver seat, turning to watch as he got in behind her. “This is much more fun than taking you to the station, right?” she asked, teasingly, as he shut the door.

“Too right. The only problem is this car isn’t big enough for all the things I want to do to you.” A slow, sexy grin spread over his face.

“There isn’t time to go anywhere else,” she whispered, and trailed her hand up his thigh, to rest over the bulge in his jeans.

“Nope, we’ll have to make it work.”

“I can go on top.” The courtesy light was fading out, and she watched his face for his reaction as the light went.

He pushed one fist up against the roof of the car, tense, like a coiled snake ready to pounce. “Needs must, when the devil drives,” he responded, and his voice was hoarse with restraint.

A heady rush hit her. “Please tell me you have a condom.”

“Oh yes. And as soon as I have it on, I’d like to be inside you.”

She pushed her hair back, trying to steady her erratic breathing.

Grappling in his jeans pocket he pulled out a wallet and began thumbing through it. A moment later he drew out a silver packet.

She snatched it off him, then reached down and flipped his seat back.

“Whoa,” he said, and then quieted as she undid his belt.

She plucked open the buttons on his jeans, sighing with pleasure when his cock bounced free. He was so long and hard, and the head of his cock perfectly formed, she ached to have it inside her.

Kneeling on the driver’s seat, her hip wedged against the steering wheel, she ducked down and licked the underside of his cock, then took the head in her mouth, savoring the taste of him, salty and potent. He was so ready for a long, hard ride.

He groaned and his hands clutched at her.

She reached lower to feel the heat of his balls. They rode up in her hand. “The condom,” she murmured. Opening it, she made ready to roll it onto his cock.

“I want you, Patrice,” he said, and his cock twitched.

She rolled the condom down the length of his shaft in one stroke, her hands shaking.

He cursed and closed his eyes for a moment.

She unzipped her shorts and shoved them down her legs, taking her g-string with them. Clambering over him, she braced herself with her hands on his shoulders as she got into position, one knee wedged against the door, the other down the side of the gearshift. He held her hips with warm hands, then moved one to her bare pussy, stroking it, running his fingers in the damp niche, and then taking his finger to his mouth, to taste her.