*I see you.*
Celeste looked up from her cell phone and glanced around her. She furrowed her eyebrows and then glanced back down at the phone. The little dots danced across the screen, showing that he was texting.
*White car outside the window.*
Looking outside, she saw him peering at her through the tinted glass. She smirked. He knew she frequented this coffee shop, which meant he was looking for her.
She looked back down at her phone and typed out a reply. *Care to join me for a cup?*
She knew he didn’t want to. He would have come inside if he had. He wanted her to join him.
*Care to join me for a ride?*
A ride could mean two things, and she knew he intended the pun. She drank the rest of her coffee, slipped her laptop into the case, and walked out of the coffee shop. Within seconds, she was sliding into his car.
He smiled and put the car into drive. After pulling away from the curb, he moved a hand to her thigh.
“What did you have in mind?” she asked.
His hand came back to his lap where his jacket draped. Pulling it back, he revealed his open fly, and his hard cock stood at attention.
“We’re just both happy to see you,” he murmured.
A bead of pre-cum sat on his tip, inviting her in. She leaned over and flicked her tongue across it, tasting his salty arousal. He groaned and fixed a free hand on the back of her head, holding her in place.
“Do it again.” His voice was low—dominating.
She flicked her tongue across him again before taking him into her mouth and sliding down quickly so he hit the back of her throat. His throat rumbled as a groan escaped his lips. Tightening her lips around his length, she sucked harder and pumped him quickly into her mouth. His fingers tightened in her hair and moved her along his length.
She loved the force he used with her. It only increased her need to please him. Her fingers moved to his balls and rolled them between her fingers. She felt the car accelerate slightly. Whether it was voluntary, she didn’t know. She only knew that he liked what was happening.
The car jerked to the side and then stopped. He yanked her head up by the hair, holding low to her scalp as to not hurt her.
“My turn,” he said, dangerously low.
She smirked and leaned back in her seat. He leaned over her and grabbed at the latch, dropping the back so she was lying flat. His hands immediately found her panties beneath her skirt and yanked them off of her hips before his fingers stroked her.
“You’re already soaked. You want this, don’t you?” It wasn’t so much a question as a fact.
She moaned. “More than anything.”
“Do you like it when I do this?” He buried two fingers in her and curled them. Her back arched off the seat.
“Yes. More.”
“You’re my little sex slave, aren’t you?”
She startled at his word choice, but in the end, she didn’t care. She would be his sex slave any day of the week if he continued to please her like this. She moaned in response.
“I want to hear you say it. You’re my sex slave.”
“I’m yours,” she moaned as his finger continued to stroke her, bringing her on the brink of orgasm and then retreating. She groaned, frustrated.
“You’re ready for me. I can feel it.”
She arched her hips toward his retreating fingers. “Please, keep going.”
His mouth descended upon her and she gasped as his velvety tongue licked at her bundle of nerves. Her fingers dug into his hair and gripped as he lapped at her.
She curled her toes and arched her back, gasping as he brought her right to the edge. She let out a strangled moan as her entire body shook from the orgasm tearing through her body. His fingers sank into her again and curled, making her hips buck wildly against him. Somehow he kept his mouth on her, licking, sucking. He threw her straight into a second orgasm.
“Please, I need you,” she gasped.
He didn’t wait. He crawled over the center console and spread her legs before sinking his cock into her in one fluid thrust. She cried out against the pleasure, her body wrapping around him.
He settled on top of her the best he could in the seat and thrust mercilessly into her, as if he were punishing her. Her head thrashed side to side as her body was enveloped in pleasure, his cock stroking her most tender spot.
“Fuck yes,” she yelled. She didn’t care if anyone could hear her. She needed him. Needed him to know that he was giving her the greatest pleasure she had ever felt.
“You like that?” His voice came out controlled despite the exertion he was putting himself through. His lips were still slick with her.
“I love it. I need it. Please. More.”
He gripped her legs and hiked them over his shoulders, angling into her. He dropped his cock hard into her, hitting her deep. She gasped at the sheer force, at the pleasure tearing through her.
“More,” she moaned.
He dropped into her several more times, her body clenching his as he threw her into a tailspin.
The only sounds were their bodies slapping against each other and the moans escaping their lips.
Finally, he gave a guttural groan as he spewed into her, releasing her own orgasm. He relaxed on top of her as they both caught their breath.
He pulled back and dropped a kiss to her lips, lingering there. “This time next week?”
She smirked. “See you then.”
**Read more about Celeste’s adventures on the website linked in my profile. This piece came from book 2 of the 2020 series titled From Celeste’s Lips by Celeste Rose.**
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ulalba/car_care_for_some_car_sex