Our lips collide over the centre console and I immediately plunge my tongue into her mouth.
“Seb,” she breathes into our kiss, telling me that she hears everything.
I kiss her slowly, licking into her mouth, exploring like it’s our first time, pouring every single thing I feel for her into it.
She matches my movements, keeping up with our silent conversation.
The second her teeth nip my bottom lip, though, everything changes, the deep, passionate, emotion-filled kiss turning dirty and full of desperation in a split second.
Dropping my hand from her neck, I undo her belt and wrap my hands around her waist, lifting her over the centre console and placing her—somewhat awkwardly—on my lap.
“Seb,” she moans into our kiss. “We can’t,” she argues weakly.
“Stop thinking, Stella. I need your wild, rebellious side who just stole Theo’s car.”
“He’ll kill us.”
“He’s already going to. Might as well really make it worth it.”
Twisting my fingers in her hair, I drag her head to the side and lick up the column of her neck, loving the feeling of her shuddering against me.
“You wanna come, Hellion?”
“You know I do,” she groans, her hips rolling as she tries to find some friction.
“You’re a dirty little whore, Princess.”
“You love it,” she mutters against my neck as my hands slip under her hoodie and cup her breasts.
“Too fucking right I do.”
Unsnapping her bra, I pull it away from her body as much as I can and pinch both her nipples.
“Seb,” she whimpers.
“Lift up,” I tell her, wrapping my fingers around the waistband of her leggings and dragging them over her arse and down her thighs just enough to give me the access I need. “Fuck, baby,” I growl when I dip my fingers between her folds and find her dripping wet for me.
“Yes,” she squeals when I push two fingers inside her heat.
Her back arches and her head falls back as she rides my fingers. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“Hoodie off, Hellion. I want your tits.”
Without missing a beat, she folds her arms in front of her and peels it up her body, throwing the fabric to the driver’s seat before I rip her bra down her arms and throw it… somewhere.
Bending my fingers in a way that I already know will make her scream, I place my hand in the centre of her back and force her closer, wrapping my lips around her nipple.
Her fingers curl around my shoulders as her release begins to crest.
“Come for me, Hellion,” I growl against the side of her breast. “Show me how good it feels with my fingers deep in your cunt.”
“SEB,” she screams. I pull back just in time to watch her drown in pleasure. Her face goes lax, her full, swollen lips parting, but her eyes don’t close—they lock on mine, allowing me to see it all.
“Fuck, I need inside you now,’ I say in a rush as we both fumble to push my sweats down enough to release my aching cock.
The second we manage it, Stella shifts herself until she’s hovering right over me.
“Baby?” I growl, my patience evaporated. “Oh fuck,” I cry, when she drops herself down on me, allowing me to fill her in one move. “Ride me, baby.”