“I like watching you.”
Her smile fades and she shifts, the subtle movement of her hips causing her pussy to squeeze me tighter. “Why do you like me, Rhett?” Her rhythm picks up, distracting me for a second.
“Wait, what? Why do I like you? Is that what you asked?” I say the words between panting breaths. I’m close to the edge, and trying not to lose it.
She nods, lifting her arms to push her hair away from her face, thrusting her chest out. Christ, she looks sexy as hell doing that. I’ve never been big on asking for or taking photos of a naked girl I’m with, but right now, I’d like to capture Jensen in this moment.
“I treat you like garbage,” she finally says.
“No, you don’t,” I start to deny, but she rests her fingers across my lips, silencing me.
“Yes,” Jensen says quietly, removing her fingers. “I do.”
I lift my hips, sending myself deep inside her body, and I must nudge a certain spot because her mouth falls open, a little, “Oh,” escaping her lips.
“Maybe I’m just using you,” I tell her, right before I nudge that particular spot again.
Her eyes are glazed over, as if she’s overcome. “For sex?”
“Yeah. Definitely for sex.” I start thrusting faster, hitting that spot again and again. It not only feels amazing for her, but it’s pretty damn amazing for me too. Her body goes lax, like she’s starting to melt, and she collapses over me, her hands clutching my shoulders, her face in mine.
“Oh God, Rhett,” she whispers, her wild eyes unfocused. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t st—”
Her body goes stiff, and then her pussy is clenching and unclenching around my dick, sending me straight into my own orgasm. We come together like some sort of magical movie moment, in the passenger seat of my car with the windows steamed up.
She curls around me when it’s over, her racing heart matching my own, and we lie there together, silent, trying to slow our breathing.
I could fall asleep right now, swear to God. A night of drinking topped off with good sex always puts me right to sleep. My eyes drift closed and I run my fingers up and down Jensen’s bare back, making her shiver.
“That feels nice,” she whispers against my chest.
“You feel nice,” I whisper back.
She sniffs, and I swear she might be…crying? No freaking way. She’s not a crier. Is she? “I’m really not nice, though. Not even close.”
I slip my fingers under her chin and gently force her to lift her head so I can look her in the eye. “What do you even mean? You keep saying stuff, Jens. And I don’t like it.”
Frustration is written all over her face, and she shakes her head, wayward blonde strands falling across her eyes. “I say stuff. I do stuff. I’m a rotten person, Rhett. I’m not nice. I never have been.”
“Come on.” I get ready to give her a short speech about self-esteem or whatever—a little too drunk and sleepy to focus right now, but I’m willing to give it a try—when a bright beam of light suddenly flashes in my darkened car and a loud knock sounds on the roof.
“Open up! Now!”
I toss Jensen my shirt and she puts it on, trying to do the buttons with shaky fingers. The guy outside is still pounding on my roof and waving his flashlight, nearly blinding me.
“Hit the ignition bu
tton,” I tell her as I stuff my dick back in my underwear and tug my jeans up over my hips.
“Why?” The fear in her eyes is blatant.
This is not a great way to end the evening.
“It won’t start the car, but it’ll power some things up, including the windows,” I explain.
She does as I ask and I immediately open the passenger side window to reveal a skinny white dude wearing a security uniform that’s too big for him. It’s like he’s a kid wearing a Halloween costume.
He shines the flashlight in my eyes, causing me to throw a hand up. “Can I help you?” I ask him.