Fast and Loose

‘Yes,’ I answered hastily, keen for him to get on with the in-and-out instead of resting where he was, with his cock fully sheathed.

‘Good. Keep that bum up now.’ He ground his pelvis against my glowing cheeks. ‘Mm, it’s lovely and hot,’ he said approvingly.

He clamped his hands on my shoulders and set to work.

I lay there, my hot face sticking to the leather, my spine low and bottom raised, just taking it, taking it, taking it. If anybody was passing by, I wouldn’t know – the windows were opaque with steam within half a minute. His pace wasn’t as breakneck as it had been last night; he took time to twist and grind and make sure he was as deep as deep could be before pulling back. Every now and then he dropped his pace to take time for a leisurely suck and bite of my neck and lower ear.

‘Touch yourself,’ he breathed, getting ready for the full body slam again. ‘Go on.’

When I hesitated, he grabbed my hand impatiently and placed it between my legs.

‘Tell me when you’re coming,’ he instructed, jerking his hips back and forth at a quicker rate.

I pressed my fingertips to my clit. It felt strange to do it in this position. It felt strange to do it at all – I was so used to using my vibrator. This was dirtier, somehow, and more visceral. I had to feel how plump and wet it was. I had to accept that I was aroused by the way Tom treated me. I had to cover my fingers in my own juices; the juices that had started flowing when I was exposed in a grimy alleyway, and flooded out all the more when I was being spanked hard in a parked car.

I was that girl. Tom knew it, and he forced me to know it.

My muscles began to flutter way back inside me, and I jiggled myself around Tom’s cock, silently begging him not to stop.

‘It’s…I’m…uh…’

‘Say it,’ he hissed. His gritted teeth were right by my ear.

‘Going to…God…c…uhhhhm.’

‘Yes, yes, yes,’ he whispered, pounding into m

e so hard that it was like being spanked all over again.

I lay, spent and stuck and shivering, while he rocked the car with the force of his orgasm. Seriously, I thought he’d done something to the handbrake. But it was just the tearing strength of his climax, turning his body for that moment into something superhuman.

I loved his weight, crushing my limp form, almost as much as I’d loved what led to it. I felt covered and possessed and so close to him.

‘Bloody hell,’ he slurred, just as my lungs began to protest. He raised himself on his forearms for a moment, then knelt up and peeled me off the seat. We lay in a trembling jumble for a while longer, then he kissed my damp forehead and offered me a tissue from the glovebox.

‘That was intense,’ I said, with a nervous laugh.

‘Yeah,’ he said, mopping himself up. ‘I’m scared to wind down the window in case there’s a crowd of voyeurs outside.’

‘Very quiet voyeurs, if they are,’ I said, rubbing a small clear patch to make sure. No. We were still alone beneath the railway bridge.

‘So,’ he said, buttoning up and unsticking his shirt from his abdomen. ‘Was that anything like you thought it’d be?’

‘What? The…?’ For some reason, I couldn’t say the word ‘spanking’ out loud.

‘The…?’ he teased, then he frowned. ‘I didn’t say you could pull your skirt back down, did I?’

I gave him a look of mixed pleading and adoration, and slid my bare bottom on to the passenger seat.

‘It was better,’ I said. ‘It kind of…it hurt, but…in a good way.’

‘Well, I’m happy to hear it,’ he said. ‘I aim to please.’

‘Did it please you?’ I asked hesitantly. ‘I mean, was it good? For you?’

He looked at me as if I’d said something sweetly naïve.

‘You have to ask?’ He reached over and twanged the top of my tights, now rumpled somewhere below my knees. ‘But I missed a trick. Next time I’ll have these off and use them to tie your wrists.’