“I know,” Garth replied, his speed intensifying as he finger-fucked me up to the knuckle, pressing me further against the wall, grinding his cock against my thigh. “That’s the point, baby.”
He turned me around and pushed against me, his hands fumbling with the zipper on my jeans as his cock pressed hard against my ass. Within seconds he had my pants and panties down around my ankles, and I grinded against him while the sound of his belt unbuckling echoed in the room. He pushed me down, bending me at enough of an angle for him to quickly slide inside me, and I had to cover my mouth to stop my moans from alerting everyone outside of what was happening behind the closed door.
I closed my eyes, my mind torn between how wrong this was and how good it felt at the same time. The first time he had taken me in public, we were in the parking lot behind the diner. It had probably been our fourth or fifth date, but it was definitely the first time our relationship turned from ‘seeing each other’ to full on fuck bunnies. I remembered him dropping me off at home, my panties torn and in the bushes somewhere behind the restaurant, and the heel of one of my shoes broken. The hungry good night kiss had turned into some more sex in the backseat, and even though it felt incredible, I couldn’t help but watch the front door, praying my father wouldn’t come out to see what was going on in his driveway.
“Come on, baby, work with me,” Garth urged as he pushed his cock deeper inside me, grabbing me by the hair with one hand and my t-shirt with the other. I pushed back against him, his cock stretching me out even more, and this time my moan did escape me before I could stop it.
That only turned him on even more.
Before I knew what was happening, he was thrusting in and out like a jackhammer, ramming me with everything he had. “Yes…don’t…stop!” I tried not to scream, and quickly covered my mouth. His thrusts only intensified. He reached around and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard, and it only made me push harder against him.
I turned around, grabbing his cock and pumping it while I stared in his eyes. The hunger in them was intoxicating, and I could tell that he wanted to do so much more to me if only I would give him the chance. And I wanted to. A voice in the back of my head was telling me to stop, to end this while I still had the power to, but the way he was holding me, the look in his eyes, made me quickly push that voice back to the deepest recesses of my mind.
He grabbed my ass, lifting me up against the wall. Quickly, he slipped his cock back inside me, and I quic
kly wrapped my legs around his waist. “You want this as much as I do, don’t you?”
I swirled my hips around his cock, squeezing him, silently letting my body tell him what I wanted him to do. He smiled at me, the smug grin I could never get used to, and I squeezed his cock again.
“Come on,” I begged. “Faster… harder… oh… god…”
He pulled back and then slammed inside me, hard enough to make me cry out loud. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I rode him, feeling his cock move faster against me, pummeling me.
“I’m… cumming…” I moaned. “Cum… with me… cum…”
“Fuck yeah…” He growled in my ear like a wild animal. His hands squeezed my ass cheeks, and I pressed him closer with my legs, urging him in deeper. He grunted, throwing his head back, and I squeezed down again, knowing he was close. With a groan, he thrust inside me once more and exploded. He mashed his lips to mine to keep us both from screaming.
I hung there, suspended in his arms for a few minutes before he let me down on wobbly legs. He held me up long enough to let me gain my composure, then pulled back and began to buckle his pants up.
“Now that is what I call an afternoon delight,” he smiled.
I didn’t reply, quickly pulling on my panties and jeans, feeling both hot and dirty at the same time. I began to wonder if I could slip into the bathroom undetected, before my father caught wind of what had just happened in the back of his diner. How his daughter was using the storage room for her own little pleasures. I suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over me.
“Same time tomorrow?” Garth asked, running his hand through his thick black hair.
I paused. “You’re not coming over tonight?”
Garth shook his head. “Sorry, babe, can’t,” he said, his chest rising and falling as he looked at his reflection in a large pot and brushed his hair with his fingers. “Got business to do tonight.”
“You’ve got business to do every night,” I mumbled, instantly regretting it when he shot me a less than amused look.
Garth wrapped me in his arms and pressed me close, squeezing one of my breasts as he looked down at me. I always hated it when he did that.
“It’s not like I’m leaving you high and dry, babe,” he said. “I mean, come on, this was really amazing.”
I tapped his chest with my hand and gently pushed away, arranging my clothes. “It was. I just wish we could do this at home, you know? Without me having to worry about people seeing us or my dad walking in.”
“What are you talking about?” Garth frowned. “I come over all the time.”
“Not since I moved,” I said. “You haven’t even seen the new place.”
Garth pulled me to him again. “I will, I promise,” he cooed. “Besides, what’s the hurry? We see a lot of each other all the time.” He looked down at my breasts and smiled. “We see a whole lot of each other.”
“Stop that,” I said, pushing away again, a little more forcefully this time.
“Oh, come on, don’t be such a cunt,” Garth chuckled. “How about I come by tomorrow? We could make a whole day of it.”
“I’ll believe that when it happens,” I replied. “And when you leave your cellphone at home.”