“Not too worried about it, Santos. It won’t take me long to finish myself off if it happens.” But she kept her hands on the console and went rigid as I took over, yanking her back to meet me as I thrust into her drenched cunt, stretching her out on my dick and making her clench as I bottomed out.
I couldn't get at her clit with my fingers, but there were other things I could do. Widening my legs to make room for my hand, I worked in two fingers alongside my cock, her breathy sigh accompanying the move when I put more pressure on her already stressed opening. I used them to angle her pelvis up, encouraging her to work herself on me again. At the first drag of my dick against her sweet spot, she sped up, using a grinding-rolling motion of her hips to keep me hitting where she needed it. I couldn’t hold on any longer; my dick throbbed inside as my cum pumped out, filling her up amid my groan of relief. But I would make damn sure she got off before we got out of the vehicle.
“Santos, fuck!” Her head tipped back as I slid my thumb into her ass, pressing against the thin membrane to meet my fingers from the other side. Each push and pull had the dual effect of massaging that piece of flesh, and Eden lost her rhythm to press down hard against me, using short jerks of her hips to prolong the climax. A sharp, short wail preceded her pussy soaking my dick and balls as liquid was forced out, and I imagined her eyes were clenched shut and her lips parted in her throes of pleasure.
Tony better have taken still shots to share with me, or I was going to kick his ass. It was about the only thought in my head as I pulled my fingers free from Eden and removed my shirt to wipe them off. “Come here, angel,” I requested, leaning forward to slip my arms around my limp girlfriend and guide her back to rest against my chest.
Neither of us bothered to interrupt the silence, comfortable and in sync at last. I didn’t even care that our commingled mess was leaking all over the leather seat as my prick softened inside her. I was just happy to be able to hold her again, to connect again. And not just the sex, although that was a definite perk.
“Think Tony is going to be pissed about the cum all over his car?” she asked, her head tipped back on my shoulder. I laughed, jostling us both, and my dick slipped out with another trail of ejaculate, making Eden groan. “Yeah, I’m going with a yes. It’s not fucking funny either. He had a hissy over the pool table...maybe I should go get some stuff to clean it up. I’m sure there are cleaning supplies in one of these cabinets.”
“Eden, baby, breathe. Tony isn’t going to care, and even if he did, I’d kick his ass if he was a dick to you. Besides, this one is technically mine.” I shrugged when she turned to give me a look full of disbelief. “I have money, angel, quite a bit of it. Tony doesn’t pay for everything.”
Chagrin overtook her expression as an apology tumbled from her lips. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just assumed it was his house, and you have your car… I don’t think you’re a bum, Santos. Criminal, sure, but not a bum.”
“I’m not offended, angel,” I reassured her, then dipped my head, unable to resist kissing her pouty lips.
Of course, her phone had to chime right then, but at least it was the one in her purse, not Vinnie expecting more out of her today. As she pulled it out, I peeked over her shoulder, not feeling a bit guilty about reading the message. The sender said Mob Boss In Training, and then the attachment opened, revealing an angry, purple-headed dick squeezed tightly in a familiar fist, with streaks of cum covering a man's chest and stomach. The caption read, See what you do to me?
I blinked, somewhat shocked by my best friend. "Did Antonio Carlotti just send you a fucking dick pic? After he jacked off while watching us?"
Eden's carefree laugh warmed me as I reached for my underwear. The garage had climate control, but it had gotten chilly enough now that the sweat had cooled on our skin that we needed to get inside.
"Well, I guess you can pass the Gilbert torch on now," she teased as she commandeered my shirt to clean up between her legs before getting her pants back on.
"Fucking A, baby. Fucking. A." She had my full agreement on that front, and I couldn't wait to get inside to let Tony know. Eyeing the drying mess on my upholstery, I figured the shirt was a total loss, or maybe a souvenir, and used it to swipe at the seat while Eden climbed out through the front, leaving me and my shit-eating grin to follow.