He shoved me onto the back seat and took a moment to adjust the front ones forwards to give us as much room as possible. Should I be insulted that he was happy to fuck me in the back seat? Maybe it should feel cheap and nasty, but it didn’t. It was raw and urgent and passionate.
I lay on my back, my knees bent, while he positioned himself between my legs. He wrestled off my trainers and then my sweatpants and knickers, leaving me bare to him. My top and bra had already been rucked up, so my tits were exposed.
He stared down at me like he’d never seen a naked woman before. “Fuck. You’re so perfect, Ivy.”
I’d certainly never thought myself to be anything like perfect, but his words made me feel like I was.
He grabbed my ankles and hooked them over his shoulders and dived down to cover my pussy with his mouth. He kissed my bare folds with hungry nibbles and then latched on to my clit. The effect was instant, my back arching, my hips lifting to meet his tongue. Oh God, had I ever felt something so intense before? I moaned and twisted my head from side to side, my body rolling in time with him. He sucked hard on my clit and then dipped his tongue inside me, licking my inner walls. He pushed my thighs wider, so I was forced to place one foot over the back of the driver’s seat.
How was it possible for him to get his tongue so deep? It felt like he was fucking me with it.
I wanted him so badly. I yanked at his shirt, wanting to tear it from his body. I needed to feel his skin against mine.
“Has anyone been here before?” he asked, lifting his face from me to watch my expression as he thrust his fingers back inside me. “Are you a virgin, Ivy?”
I was embarrassed to admit it. I wasn’t completely inexperienced—there had been a few boys in my teenage years—but none I’d wanted to go the whole way with. None had ignited this fire inside me, though. I’d never been able to work out what all the fuss was about until now.
“I’m a virgin,” I whispered.
“And you’re happy for me to fuck you right now, on the back seat?”
I didn’t want to wait another single second. “Yes, please. I want it.”
“Say that again,” he said, with a knowing smile, aware he was echoing my words from the other night.
He continued to finger me, staring into my face. His thumb worked in a circle on my clit, the pressure just right.
“I want it,” I repeated. “I want you to fuck me, Jay. I want you to take my virginity, right here on the back seat of your car.”
“Good girl.”
I groaned with pleasure at his words.
He sat up slightly and tugged at the belt on his jeans. From the line beneath the denim, it was clear he wanted me, too. He flipped open the buckle and then worked the button and zipper of his jeans so he could pull them down his narrow hips.
He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his dick sprang out to meet me, as though grateful to finally be free.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
His cock was perfect. Big, but not scarily so, and the perfect girth. It curved upwards slightly, towards his navel, and the head was smooth and a shade darker. I wanted to study him, to commit every inch of him to memory.
Because this would be a one-time thing, wouldn’t it? I couldn’t allow it to become anything more. Just the possibility was too dangerous to entertain.
I reached for him, wanting to touch him. He didn’t stop me, and I wrapped my fingers around him, giving him a tentative squeeze. Jay sucked in a breath.
“I didn’t hurt you?” I checked.
He shook his head. “No, never.”
I pumped his cock, feeling the silky soft, hot skin beneath my fingers. God, he was so big and hard. Could I really get him inside me? I knew I was sure as hell going to try.
“Ah, fuck, Ivy.” His eyes slipped shut. “You’re killing me here. I want to be inside you.”
“I want that, too.”
He removed himself from my grip and sat back on his heels. He delved into his jeans and took a condom from his back pocket and rolled it down his cock. I watched, fascinated, as he touched himself. God, he was gorgeous. I hated that something as shallow as looks could have me so fascinated. But it wasn’t just that, was it? It was who he was and the way he commanded a room. He had the sort of confidence that stopped people in their tracks.
He covered my body with his and touched his nose to mine. “You sure you’re ready?”