He sat back and prepared for the ride, but the car jerked forward and came to a standstill not a dozen yards from the bus shelter. Jack peered out the window at the line of cars snaking their way onto the Cross Bronx Expressway.
In front of him, all he could see were cars. Somewhere, police sirens blared.
The minutes dragged on, increasing Jack’s impatience to get back home and get Eva naked beneath him in his bed.
Or on top. On top would be excellent as well. He tapped two fingers on his thigh, impatience mounting with every passing moment.
Meanwhile, the car had grown warmer, and Eva began to fan herself. Then she lifted the hem of his sweatshirt and pulled it over her head, shaking out her ponytail and letting those gorgeous tits shake with her. Her T-shirt was completely lethal, sheer and form-fitting enough to showcase her hard nipples, even in the minimal light.
Unable to take his eyes off them, Jack pressed the button for the privacy screen and murmured, “Best not to give our driver a peep show.”
“The show is just for you,” she whispered, giving him a sexy smile as she leaned back. The shirt rode up, baring her taut belly. God, she was alluring. He needed his mouth on that flash of skin, tasting it.
He studied her. Then, in one sudden movement, he snaked a hand behind her back and lifted her onto his lap, so that she was straddling him. She gasped as she rested her forearms on his shoulders, her long hair falling in her face.
He tugged the tight T-shirt up to her armpits, baring her tits. He gathered them into one heaping handful and began to flick his tongue over one nipple then the other, in succession. She groaned. Her voice was barely a whisper. “I thought you said you’d had enough exercise.”
“This is a lesson,” he murmured, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back to give him access to her neck. He ran a tongue across her clavicle, up her neck, to her chin. He paused at her mouth. “I’m going to fuck you here. In the backseat. Do you want that?”
She turned slightly toward the tinted screen at the front of the car. “But, the driver, the people outside…“
He held her chin in his hand, forcing her back to face him. His voice was hard and controlled. “They can’t see. No one can see. Trust me, Eva.”
“Of course I trust you.” She relaxed against him, opening her mouth and letting his tongue meld with hers. “Then, yes. I’m ready for my next lesson,” she murmured.
Holding her tight in his lap, he pushed the leggings down, sliding his hands in the waistband and massaging her full ass. “Here is what I want you to do,” he said. “Take off your pants.”
Obediently, she slid off him, removing one flat shoe, and then the other. Then she wiggled up on t
he seat and peeled her leggings down over her knees and feet, leaving her bare except for the t-shirt that was nothing more than a handkerchief, pushed up to barely cover her breasts. His cock throbbed at the sight of her, and how she followed his every instruction without hesitation.
His hand moved instinctively to her bare pussy, travelling into the folds, feeling her wetness. She gasped. That sweet innocence in her eyes had begun to cloud over with lust. He loved that she could contain both at once.
Suddenly, the vixen inside her took over, and she started to unbutton his jeans.
“You’re going to straddle me again,” he said as she freed his cock from his underwear.
She bit on her lip. He knew this was something she’d never done before, but he could tell that Vixen Eva was up for it. Up for anything. She slid a leg over his lap so that her thighs were resting on his.
She wrapped a hand around his cock, positioning it under her. “Like this?” she asked.
He nodded. Yes, like that. God, exactly like that.
“Help me,” she murmured. But it turned out she didn’t need any further instruction, because she slid down onto his cock in one fluid motion.
He tightened his hands on her hips. “Now ride me, Eva. Don’t worry about me, just ride me in a way that feels good for you.”
He wasn’t sure if she’d heard him, because before the words were fully out of his mouth, she’d already begun to do just that. And it was obviously feeling good. She moaned softly.
She rocked onto him, and he pushed up, meeting her with a thrust every time she dropped her hips. Her tits swayed and a line of sweat appeared on her chest as she moved. Car horns blared, and the city went on around them, and all he could think about was getting deeper inside this woman, his beautiful Eva. He needed to be there, because she’d already rocked him to his core.
“Come with me,” she murmured, her hands buried under his T-shirt. “Are you ready?”
He nodded, in awe of this woman that he’d shaped and molded. But no, he hadn’t crafted her into this goddess—he hadn’t made her what she was. She’d done it all herself with the tiniest bit of coaching.
He felt the tremors begin to wrack her body. Then her mouth fell open, and on a gorgeous silent O, she shuddered, her body shaking against his. She’d learned her lesson—how to come quietly—and it was fucking glorious. It sent him over the edge. With another deep thrust he came, a powerful surge of pleasure that ripped through him, tightening every one of his muscles. He tossed his head back against the leather seat as the waves of sensation reverberated through him.
She pressed her body against his, letting out a deep, shuddering sigh. “Oh, my God,” she whispered. “Oh my God, Jack. It’s so good with you.”