(M/F) part two: The Drive

“Higher,” you say, as I move my left leg further up, “bring your knees closer to your face. And raise that ass so it’s lifted from the seat.” Balancing with my foot against the passenger door, I slide my right leg up close to the gearshift, where one of your hands rests patiently. A finger drags across my exposed skin and pulls my right knee closer to you, opening my thighs even wider as my hips hover above the seat. “Like that,” you say, a satisfied smile on your lips. “Just like that. Good girl… Now, get to work.”

​The words I was waiting for. At your command I finally sink my fingers as deep as I can into myself. Inside I am warm, and completely filled. When I slip my fingers out they’re covered, thick and glossy, with you. I move to bring them to my mouth when your hand grabs my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. For a split second the only thing in the world is the shine of my skin as I watch us ooze down past my knuckles, the sunlight through the car windows illuminating our mix like wet strands of pearls as your grip holds my wrists suspended between the two of us.

​Keeping your eyes on the road, you turn your head and open your mouth, tongue out and searching as you move my hand closer. Sucking my fingers clean, you let out a sigh and say again the word that’s been gripping me since we left the shops: “honey.” My clit throbs and I wrench my hand from your grasp, plunging my fingers back into myself and releasing a moan. “Fuck,” I sigh into the seat as my body writhes against my own hand. “I love the way you say that.”

​Head rolling back as my fingers find my g-spot, I let my gaze drift out the backseat window. With my seat fully reclined I’m almost flat on my back, and outside the world is nothing but a blur of sky and trees. “Keep that ass in the air,” you warn, as my hips begin to grind and lower. “Don’t lower those legs, either. I want to see everything.” Smiling, I bend both knees and spread myself wider, angling my body towards you.

As I raise my hips I’m able to get myself deeper, and the sound of my fingers becomes thick and wet as your cum continues to slide out of me. “Fuck, there’s so much,” I say, as I scoop more out and onto my tongue. “You came so, so deep…” The world continues to blur by in the windows as I feel your hand on my thigh again, sliding to guide a third finger deep inside me. “Keep it up but don’t you dare cum,” you tell me, looking down as I fuck myself on the seat. “We’re going to be making a stop.”

An excited shiver runs through my body. That’s right, I remember. The long route home. I slide my free hand up my stomach and pull down the front of my dress, exposing and then teasing my breasts. As you turn your head once more to demand a taste, you make the mistake of glancing down at my body. On my back, I’m writhing, eyes blissfully closed and biting hard into my lower lip. I’ve got three fingers working in and out of me, the sound of wet suction, and I’m lost in myself. Legs wide, hips grinding, thighs slick and trembling slightly.

“Fuck,” you breathe, and it’s a struggle to look back at the road. Your voice pulls at me and I glance up at you through my lashes. “Are we there?” I ask, fingers still working slowly. “We are now,” you respond, and abruptly pull the car over. I sit up and look around. Nothing, we’re surrounded by absolutely nothing. The road is long and thin, empty in either direction. On either side of us lay equally empty fields, with a few trees scattered throughout the landscape. Wherever you’d taken us, we seemed to be completely alone.

Hearing the unclick of your seatbelt, my eyes find yours. “Taste,” you say again, and I slip my fingers out of myself and back into your mouth. You hold my gaze as you suck them clean, and then motion for me to unbuckle myself. “Get out of the car,” you command, as you exit on your side. Quickly, I move to pull my thong back on and realize I’d kicked it into the floorboard in my passion. Deciding against it, I straighten my dress and climb out of the passenger seat. You’re already at my door, waiting.

“Where are we?” I ask, as you place your hands on my shoulders and begin to rotate my body. You spin us around so that your back is leaned against the side of the car, and I’m facing you. “Just a few miles outside of town,” you answer. “Get on your knees.”

I now know enough of what’s going on to not care anymore about the rest. Eagerly, I drop to my knees in the grass and begin tearing at your belt, your pants. Part of me expects you to slap my hand away, to insist on doing it yourself, but instead you only watch me. I undo your zipper and you spring forth, already rock solid and throbbing. My eyes widen and you chuckle, placing a gentle finger under my chin. “See what you’ve done to me?” you ask through a smile, and I lick my lips at the sight of you oozing with precum. “Do you see now why I had to pull over?”

Assuming the question is rhetorical, I quickly go to work. Tugging on your pants so I can get more of you out, positioning my tongue flat against the very base of you and slowly stroking up towards the tip, using finger dips into myself to keep you slick. You let out a moan and rest a hand on the back of my head, fingers burying into my hair as you lightly thrust against my tongue. Sensing what you want I steady myself, opening my throat and placing my hands on your hips for balance. I look up and you already know, a smile breaking across your face as your head tilts back and you begin to thrust harder.

All I can feel is the grass under my knees, your palms flat against my cheeks, fingertips wrapped in strands of hair. Sliding against my tongue, you feel just like the velvet we’ve got wrapped up in the backseat and I shudder with a whole new wave of pleasure, remembering what we did in that change room. My own cum is sliding down my thighs now, pearl droplets like dew hitting the grass. You make a sound that means I almost have you, and I suck harder, tilting my head back to let you hit the very back of my throat.

I can see the surprise on your face. You weren’t expecting to cum, here, on the side of this road. You just wanted to face fuck me, hard, to show how worked up my little passenger seat show had made you. But when your eyes meet mine, you’re hit with flashes of my reflection in the change room mirror, your fingers between my teeth trying to silence me as I came, over and over. I pull you deeper into my mouth and your mind flashes again, to the throbbing, pulsing thrusts as you came so deep, filling me entirely; the way my voice sounded when I whispered your name as you pumped into me, biting my shoulder to stifle your own cries.

Back against the car, you cum for me, hard. I feel you shooting down my throat, hot and sweet, and I swallow greedily as I continue to suck, wanting and receiving every last drop. Once you stop shaking I release you, cleaning the sides of my mouth with fingers I also lick clean.

As I rise from my knees, you’re laughing. “You bad girl…” you grin, zipping your pants back up. “You knew exactly what I , and you took over anyways. Don’t you know what that’ll cost you when we get home?” I grin back and kiss you, hard. Pressing you back against the car, letting you taste all of my hard work, I slide a hand down and grip you, still slightly hard. “Oh, daddy,” I wink. “I’m absolutely looking forward to it.”

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