“I thought you lived for danger, that it got you all hot and bothered and shit?”
“Yeah, when it’s not you that’s the one in danger. I thought we just went over that.” When she just stared at me, the lightbulb went off. There I was, trying to be all gentlemanly and keeping my dick in check while she had other ideas. “I take it that it got you all revved up? Or are you after my virtue?”
“Well, I already took that once, but I wouldn't mind a repeat. We never did get to do the teenage sex in a backseat rite of passage.” I was positive she’d done plenty in the backseats of cars, not that I resented her for it, but I kept my mouth shut, also not interested in getting shanked a second time.
“When you put it that way…” I didn’t waste any time or give her any to change her mind. Dick staking claim apparently was an option.
Tipping her back onto the bench seat, I slid to my knees on the floorboard, glad there was enough room to maneuver. Her squeak of surprise when I yanked her pants down was cut off as I folded her legs back to get at her bare pussy. From the abundant moisture coating her flesh, my hypothesis was correct; I wasn’t the only one that got turned on by the adrenaline rush of escaping sketchy situations.
I gripped her thighs in my hands, holding her steady as I cleaned up every bit of her offering with my tongue, planning to get her off again before I sank into her tight, wet heat; there was no way I’d last long once I was inside her. But the shoes sailing past me, and then her pants, had me looking up through her spread thighs. And fuck, if the sight of her ankles nearly on either side of her head didn’t have my dick ready to stage a mutiny to escape the confines of my pants...
“Get your ass up here, DeLuca, and hand me that paper bag,” she demanded, excitement brightening her green eyes.
I hesitated, worried about hurting her. I wasn’t as big as Vanni, but I wasn’t far off. “Are you sure, angel? I’m not interested in causing you any more pain than I already have.”
Her gaze softened before she reassured me. “I know you aren’t, and it didn’t—doesn’t hurt like that. Promise. Now grab that bag so we can figure out how this shit works.”
I arched my brow at the ‘we’ part but did as she asked. She opened the foil, zippered baggie and pulled a filled tube-like syringe out, and I didn’t have long to wait while she read the instructions and then handed the thing to me.
“Slide the applicator in, and when you get to that part, stop and push the plunger.”
Blinking. That’s all I could manage, staring at her hand like she had a live grenade.
“Santos! Don’t be a pussy, babe,” she goaded me, snapping me out of my trance.
“You know, if this is revenge for me talking about knocking you up—” I shut up, backtracking like a motherfucker once she started to close her legs. “Teasing, angel, just teasing. I don’t mind doing it. Really,” I said in earnest as she stared, not appearing to believe me. I took the thing to prove my point, then settled one of her legs on my shoulder. She got my drift and propped the other over the back of the seat, spreading herself wide for me.
“I can do it. I didn’t think you’d care,” she ventured, holding her hand out.
“I love you, angel. I already said I’d do anything to protect you, and that’s what this stuff is supposed to do. Least I can do is put it where it goes.” I eyed it before I brought it up to her entrance, one last question on my tongue. “Uh, this stuff is safe, right?”
“The warning says it can burn a bit and to discontinue if the discomfort is too bad or either partner develops a rash or something like that.” She laughed as she took in my horrified expression.
“What the fuck, Eden? Is it battery acid?”
“Relax, I’m sure it’s fine. If not, it washes out." She shrugged, completely unconcerned.
I was so not fucking certain I wanted that shit near my dick, but surely Doc wouldn't intentionally give her anything bad...I hoped.
“Yeah, so, uh, here it goes.” Fucking lame, you idiot, what else would you do with it? Setting my concerns aside, I slipped the thing into her and watched for any flinches or complaints when I pressed the plunger to empty it. When nothing bad happened, she twirled her finger for me to proceed, and it took a second to figure out what she wanted. Cue dumbass moment number two—I was supposed to take it back out.
“Next time, I’ll handle it. That was kinda awkward. And we have an hour, so…” Eden crooked her finger, presumably wanting me to climb aboard, but my dick had decided it was outie, not to mention I was still holding the fucking applicator. It was a bit too late to ask if it was safe to get in my mouth, so that was out. “Santos? Just put it in the bag. I’ll get rid of it later, but I’m kinda starting to feel like I’m at a gyno appointment, so unless you’re playing doctor, which I wouldn't be against, then we should probably get to it before it wears off.”
I discarded the empty tube and tried to figure out how to tell her that I wasn’t really in the mood anymore without hurting her feelings. My phone buzzed, forestalling that thought, and while she gave me a ‘what the fuck’ glare when I pulled it out, I couldn’t dismiss a message that might be important. Only a few people had my number or any reason to contact me. As soon as I read the message, I changed my mind. Tony had said he’d gladly take my place if I couldn’t handle it. The kinky bastard was watching us, but I wasn’t about to allow him to take my place. Fuck that noise.
“Hey, it’s okay if you don’t want to. I suppose it was a bit of a mood killer.” She tried to hide her disappointment, and while that didn’t do my soft prick any favors, I wasn’t about to let her feel bad for what should be a joint effort anyhow.
“No, just want you facing the windshield. We have a peeping-Tony for an audience,” I informed her. “Let’s give him a show, baby.”
She grinned, totally on board with my plan, and the thought of being watched while I made Eden come on my cock had me half hard, cementing my previous suspicions that I had a exhibitionist streak. I stripped while she positioned her shoulders between the front seats, hands resting on the center console. The center seat worked just fine to position me behind her, and I gripped her hips to guide her back until her legs were between mine, enabling her to sink down on my full-fledged erection. It was going to be a tighter fit this way, but she’d be able to control the depth and speed. At least for as long as I could hold still.
“You’re really going along with the ‘me taking care of it’ part, aren’t you?” she tossed over her shoulder as the bare head of my cock settled against her entrance.
“Of course, now ride me, angel. We’re on a time limit.”
She followed my command, working her tight sheath up and down over my engorged length until she’d gotten all the way to the base. Each time she encountered a barbell, her breath caught in her throat as she flexed around me, and the resulting sensations on my end hit me right in the balls. There was no way I was going to last, and that point was pressed home when she started bouncing back on me. The cross must have been doing it for her because she ground down until she sat in my lap with her hands gripping my thighs. Unable to take it, I pushed her back into position.
“Eden, baby, I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” I warned when she complained.