She should have known he knew what she really needed. His tender possession chased her intense orgasm with a sweet, languid pleasure that brought tears to her eyes. When her body settled into his peaceful rhythm, he pressed his face into her neck and whispered, “That’s how you have sex on a car. Are you ready to try it in a car?”
“I will try it in a car. I will try beneath the stars.”
“Will you try it here or there?”
“I will try it anywhere.”
He chuckled and kissed her collarbone. “I do love you, woman. We’re always on the same wavelength.”
“I will try it on a plane,” she continued her X-rated version of a Dr. Seuss rhyme. “I will do it in the rain.”
“Will you try it on a boat? Will you try it with a goat?”
Toni stiffened and pulled away to stare at him in horror.
“Not on a boat. Not with a goat,” he said, shaking his head.
“Yes, on a boat,” she said. “And maybe on a Thanksgiving Day float. But definitely not with a goat.”
“Let’s try in the car first. Your skin is chilled.”
She wouldn’t have noticed the chill at all if he hadn’t been caressing her bare flesh with warm hands.
He opened the car door, shucked his clothes, and left them in the driveway.
“Whose car is this?” Toni asked as she stood in the sharp gravel waiting for him to shove the driver’s seat all the way back and climb inside.
“Ever heard of the band Secondary Launch?” Logan sat in the leather driver’s seat and patted his thighs to encourage her to climb on.
“Of course.”
“It’s Justin Paige’s car.”
Toni knew him to be the band’s vocalist.
“He owed Butch a favor.”
“Everyone owes Butch a favor.”
“I owe him a million.” Logan somehow managed to close the door, and Toni tried to find a comfortable way to ride his cock in the confined space.
He shifted her into a more comfortable position. No, less comfortable, actually.
“Ouch! There’s a gearshift in my ass.”
“Oh, sure, you barely know this car, and yet you’re already giving it privileges you won’t give me.”
She slapped him halfheartedly. “Not inside my ass. It poked me in the hip.”
“You got me all excited for nothing. Back seat?” Logan suggested.
She nodded, and he reclined the seat completely so she could climb over him into the roomier back of the car. He caught her by the hips as she attempted to crawl over his head. She gasped when his tongue lapped at the hole he was so fixated on. She was more than ready to try anal, but it was so much fun to keep him begging for it.
“I can’t believe you’ll let me lick it but you won’t let me fuck it.”
“I’m saving my anal virginity for marriage,” she said as she tugged free of his grasp and flopped into the back seat.
“You’re going to make me marry you before you give up the goods?”
She was totally bluffing, but she said, “Yep.”
He climbed over the reclined front seat and joined her in back. “I think you underestimate how much I want to stick my dick in your ass.”
“I underestimate?”
“Yeah, I’d totally marry you for the privilege of claiming your anal virginity.” He sat behind the passenger seat and reached for her.
She shook her head at him and, facing the rear of the car, straddled his hips. “Don’t say it unless you mean it.”
She reached between them and took his cock in her hand, rubbing the head against her clit, dragging it through her wet seam and pressing it into her opening. She lifted her hips and dropped them slightly, taking just his cockhead inside her and allowing it to pop free each time she rose.
“Deeper,” he pleaded after several moments of the same treatment.
“This is payback for licking my clit so softly I could barely feel it.”
“You didn’t enjoy my sweet torture?”
“Loved every minute of it. You aren’t enjoying mine?”
“You know I love your evil side.”
Her evil side soon caved to the need to feel him deep inside. He showed her several positions, and she even discovered one of her own with her feet planted against the back seat and her back crammed against the passenger seat. The position provided phenomenal leverage for riding him hard, and he found her clit fully exposed so he could massage it with his thumb. The car was definitely rocking when she cried out with release. His body stiffened as he followed her over the edge, and she pulled off of him at the last instant, grabbing his cock with both hands and pumping his load out to spatter over her lower belly. She wished there was more light in the car; she loved watching him spurt. Loved the desperate, gasping sound he made when he came. Loved how he shuddered when she shifted his cock back inside her after he’d spent himself.
She relaxed against his chest and snuggled her face into his neck. “I have a bunch of stuff I need to talk to you about,” she said, “but it just doesn’t seem all that important anymore.”
“I have a few things to tell you as well,” he said, “but I think I’d rather sit quietly, just like this, and fall asleep with you in my arms.”
“We really are always on the same wavelength,” she whispered just before she fell into a blissful slumber.
She was woken hours later by a persistent knock on the windshield.
Thirty-Seven
Logan squeezed his eyelids closed and then pried them open, squinting against the light of the rising sun. He couldn’t feel his legs, and he was pretty sure his bare ass was permanently melded to the leather seat beneath him, but waking up with Toni in his arms was worth any discomfort.
“Are these yours?” said a muffled voice from just outside the car door.
The elderly woman—who had to be at least seventy—was waving Toni’s panties at the window. The woman knocked on the glass, and Toni jerked awake. She groaned and smacked Logan in the chest with a graceless arm as if he were the reason for her rude and likely uncomfortable awakening.
“Don’t look now,” he said, “but I think we’ve been spotted.”
Toni rubbed her face, and smacked her lips, scowling groggily as she squinted at him. She smiled when she recognized his face and snuggled against him, her breasts pressing delightfully into his chest.
The woman knocked on the window again. “Toni! I found your panties on the porch.”
Toni’s body jerked, and she slowly turned her head to peer at the woman outside the car. “Good morning, Grandma,” she said in a squeaky voice.
Great. What a wonderful first impression he was making on another of Toni’s relatives.
“Do you want them?” Grandma waved the garment at her.
“Yes, please.” Toni leaned back, one arm across her bare breasts as she attempted to roll down the automatic window and keep Logan’s lap covered with hers. As the car wasn’t running, the button didn’t respond to her persistent fingertip.
“Can you get me a robe?” Toni asked.
“Is that your boyfriend?” her grandmother yelled at the glass.
“Nope. I always meet strangers in the driveway for sex in unfamiliar cars.”
Logan’s jaw dropped, but her grandma just laughed. “I’ll leave these here,” she said and tucked Toni’s panties under the windshield wiper. “And go get a robe.”
“And some shoes, please!”
Her grandma nodded, offered a coy wink to Logan, who wasn’t sure if he should be mortified or amused, and then headed toward the house.
“I’m glad it was Grandma who discovered us and not Birdie or my mom,” Toni said.
“You’re glad?”
“Relatively speaking,” she said as she slid off his lap. She winced when she attempted to straighten one leg. “Let’s agree to never fall asleep in that position again.”