“You like what you see.” It’s a statement, not a question. “I understand what you feel when you look at my skin, because I see the same thing when I look at yours.”
I give him the look.
“I want to see more, and I know you do too,” he continues.
I’m not one to get nervous, but I can feel my entire body shaking. This wouldn’t be the first time I would be bent over a car in a public space, but it’s certainly the first time with a man like Jensen. “I have a bad reputation, right?”
“So I’ve heard.”
“And you taunted me about it.” I drag my palm against his skin, and he exhales sharply. His entire body is sensitive and I can’t imagine what he experiences when he fucks. That’s a question I’ll never know the answer to, and it’s a question that has always driven me mad. “Do you have a bad reputation, Mr. Moon?”
“What do your friends say?”
“I don’t have friends.”
“Neither do I.” He grips my hand forcefully and drills into my eyes with just one look. He’s ready. “Enough of the small talk. Now, show me what you can do with that talkative mouth.”
“When you put it like that, I think I’ll just keep talking.”
“You are a challenge.” He leans forward and kisses my neck. “A beautiful…” He kisses me again, running his smooth lips along my collarbone. “Sexy…” He nibbles at the bottom of my earlobe while his fingers slip under the strap of my bra. “Challenge,” he mouths against my ear.
“And what does that make you?”
“Someone who isn’t afraid of a little challenge.” He lowers the straps of my bra down my arms, carefully and slowly. He carries the same anticipation of seeing me bare that I had reveled in watching earlier.
It’s the little things that remind me I’m losing my grasp on being in control. It’s not often that a man undresses me. I’ve mastered the art of slow seduction on my own, and when his hand tugs my bra downward so that my breasts become exposed, I’m forced to regain control.
I push him backward toward the car and unhook my bra from behind. I step over it as it lands against the ground. “Do you like what you see?” He bites into his lip, which is the sexiest thing on this Goddamn side of a Magic Mike knockoff. I couldn’t put an end to this right now if I wanted to. And that’s the problem, I don’t want to.
He fumbles with his belt buckle, but it’s a quick process. He has experience dropping his trousers. I’m sure there’s a long line of co-eds who have found themselves on their knees worshiping in the temple that is him. With a quick hook of his fingers into his white boxer briefs, he drops his underwear and slacks in one motion. “Do you like what you see?’
“I think we’re both on equal ground,” I say, stating the obvious and resting my eyes on his throbbing cock. It’s long and thick, and I can’t look away. There’s a fucked up conception that men spend most of their time thinking about sex and women spend most of their time trying to avoid it. I’m not one of those women. I’m not sure those women truly exist. It’s a lie told by society to keep women in their place while excusing men who walk through life sticking their dicks wherever they fit.
I reach forward and grab his cock in my hand, causing him to throw an audible stutter from his throat. That first moment when flesh meets flesh is worthy of a memory. It’s a snapshot in time when innocence between two strangers hasn’t yet been lost, but has hit a point where, without fail, it soon will be.
I take another step toward him so our lips are a mere inch apart, and stroke the length of his hardness. His body leans against my touch, and pulls away from it—seemingly all at the same time.
The skin on his shaft is smooth, contrasted against the hardness of his cock. It’s a beautiful display of something that shouldn’t be. It’s not a paradox, but what the fuck, lets just call it that. It’s a beautiful paradox.
Penises, cocks, dicks, snakes, whatever the fuck you want to call them—they’re the most beautiful things on this earth. Unfortunately, men in general tend to be dicks and not the suckable kind.
Jensen places a hand on each of my cheeks, and I notice his own cheeks are flushed red. “Now, about that mouth…”
I bend to my knees, kneeling in front of the car and his legs. His cock points outward, ready to be swallowed, but I’m distracted by his feral eyes that burn into me from above. I let him watch me—I encourage it—as I take the head of his cock in my mouth, taking careful measures to keep eye contact. My fingers dig into his hips as I lap my tongue around the head. He forces his eyes shut and throws his head back, leaning with his elbows against the car for support.
I swallow the entirety of his cock until his balls are pressed against my mouth. His hands curl into my hair and he cries out, “Fuck!”
From behind us, I hear drunken laughing as a small entourage of drunks stumble out of the bar. I look up to Jensen, not sure if we should stop what we’re doing.
“In the car,” Jensen mumbles and leads the way. He holds the door open—aww, chivalry—as I climb into the backseat of the BMW. He starts to follow me in, but darts out of sight. Seconds later, he crawls into the back and onto me with a condom between his teeth.
His body is heavy on top of me, and under all of his nudity, I feel overdressed in my skirt and panties. “Do you think they saw us?” I ask, but quickly realize he’s not in the mood for talking.
His palm skates under my skirt and up my leg. “Get this fucking thing off,” he growls with the condom still planted in his mouth, showing me another side of him I never in a million years would have guessed existed. He’s like an onion, with as many different layers as there are types of men.
I reach down to unzip the side of my skirt and begin to wiggle free, but Jensen is impatient and rips the skirt down the length of my legs. He runs his palm against my panties and finds my clit through the fabric. I spread my legs and throw one foot over the edge of the backseat.
“I want to fuck you so bad, Apple.” His voice is heavy and needy, and it’s the biggest turn on in the world. It’s a pussy-tingling sensation that reminds me I will always be in control, because I have what they want—what they need.
“What are you waiting for?”
“I’m terrified.” His fingers curl around my panties. “I’m terrified you’re going to want more, or that I won’t be able to stop.”
I have no idea what the hell that means, nor do I care. I place a finger against his lips. “Just shut up and fuck me.”
“Just remember that you asked for it.” In one quick motion, he tugs at my panties from the side and rips them. “Remember that you begged for it.”
His fingers shift to my opening and he slides right on in. I let out a stifled cry as his knuckle meets my flesh. He’s slow and steady. In and out, like a well-oiled machine. My hip sways against the leather of the passenger seat.
Another finger, and I feel as if I’m being stretched wide, a testament to his long, thick fingers. I throw my hand around his neck and stroke the edge of his hairline. He lowers himself and bites against my neck. My toes curl along the ridges of the seat. His teeth against my flesh is enough to drive me to the edge.
“Fuck me,” I moan.
“I want to.” His mouth is nuzzled against my neck, and the heat of his desire electrifies me. He’s a little too hesitant to do what has to be done. “I want to, so bad.”
Okay, this shit has to stop. “If you don’t shut up and fuck me, I’m going to turn you on your stomach and fuck you with my fingers.”
He chuckles. “Who says I wouldn’t like that?”
With no warning, he pulls his fingers from my flesh and pushes his cock against my opening. I throw my head back, landing against the window behind me. He steadies himself and nudges my hips wide.
I will never fail to cherish the burn of the first thrust, when innocence is lost.
He fills me completely, and fucking dammit! It kills me to push him away, but it occurs to me he never sheathed himself with the condom. I steady my hands on him chest, and give him a short command, “Condom.”