I suffocate under his touch, so I shoot my hand up and grip his wrist. He allows me to breathe, his hand dropping to my throat and my breasts.
I take his pounding with my panties clinging to my ankles and my nails scratching his car.
He holds me in his arms when I come, my world becoming good again.
A few moments pass before I turn around, panting, slide to his feet, and take him into my mouth.
I barely breathe, shaking inside, shockwaves barreling through me.
His forearms are propped on his car, and his gaze is tilted down while I suck on his erection at a slower pace than he would probably like.
It’s just that I’m still processing what he said to me and still feeling what he gave me.
He enjoys my mouth on him, while keeping an eye out for a casual bystander. The thought that we could get caught makes him even harder.
Bobbing my head, I take more and more of him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat hard and can no longer control himself.
He starts rocking his hips against my mouth, and it gives me immense pleasure to see him lose control, his eyes turning into melted steel, and fire zooming through his touch.
He pulls out at the last moment and strokes his shaft fast, shooting his load into my mouth and over my chest.
My surroundings turn into a distant blur.
Caressing his hard length, I tilt my gaze up.
His eyes dive into mine, splitting my heart open. I stagger to my feet before reaching down, sliding my panties up, and then tugging at the hemline of my skirt to cover my thighs.
He pulls my top up to cover my breasts and tucks his cock back into his pants. The zipper goes up, and his hands slide on top of his car on either side of me.
A few moments pass while he looks down, catching his breath.
I peer at him, trying to come up with a few words.
“What will happen when we go back?” I ask.
His answer never comes, the silence only growing.
Eventually, he sucks in a long breath and raises his eyes. A smile dies slowly in his gaze.
His stare is vacant, his lips still twisted into a faint grin.
“We’ll try to make it to the end,” he says.
I search his eyes.
He doesn’t give me more.
“Will we make it to the end?” I murmur, having mixed feelings about this.
He thinks about it for a moment.
“No. Probably not.”