It’s been a long time. [MF]

Lucas and I had a very long break. His old girlfriend came around and my ex must have gotten the memo, so we decided to give them another chance and to cut communication until or unless it didn’t work out.

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About three months ago, we tiptoed back into talking. At first, it was just friendly conversation. Our relationships didn’t work out, but we didn’t want to nurse any formerly unhealthy dependencies on one another. Within two weeks, we were right back into the old habits. Sexting all day long, snapping explicit photos or videos in literally any spot we could… nothing was off limits. We had tried our best to keep our distance from one another, but it was pointless. He had recently bought a new car, one with lots of room inside and decent tinting. We’d always joked about “car service” where one of us would tell the other what lot we were in and how long we’d be there. If the other showed up, what happened happened. I decided I was done pleasuring myself at home, so I finally did it.

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I pulled into a lot he’d shown me a few years back. It was an area he knew very well (he’d lived there previously) and knew just where no one would bother us at certain times of the day. Pretty great luck, right? I waited for what felt like nine years. My heart was racing as I sat there waiting for him to show up. About 15 minutes later, his car rolls up a few spots away and I could hear my blood rushing in my ears. I was already slick with excitement, and maybe a little fear of doing this in public. I waited, then slipped out of my car as nonchalantly as I could manage. I jumped into the back of his car. He looked at me in the rear-view mirror at first, all I could see was his grin. He turned to me and I flushed all over… I could feel the red creeping up over my chest, to my neck and cheeks. I slowly slipped off my shoes and he cut off the engine.

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I grinned at him, not making any moves to further undress, wanting him to discover no panties under my long skirt, a lacy top under my shirt. In that moment, I felt like this was all new and that I didn’t know what I could expect from him. The second his hands found my waist and he pressed his lips to mine, however, all of that went away. It was like the warmest hug from a long-time friend who lives across the country, but it sent sparks along my spine. I ran my hands up his back and pulled him closer, hungry kisses coming one after the other, and he pulled off his pants and boxer-briefs in record time. I still didn’t move to take anything off, so he rushed to get his hands under my skirt, a soft moan exhaled as his hands found only skin there. I laughed softly, and whispered, “Surprise.” “Fuck,” he whispered back.

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He pushed me back to the next row of seats where I saw he’d laid out several blankets over a folded-down third row. I barely got up to shift my stance before he was on me. He pushed my skirt up to my waist and sank slowly between my thighs, both of us momentarily breathless until he gave a gentle little buck of his hips as he bottomed out. I dropped my head back, taking my turn to whisper “Fuck” as my hands slid out behind me. The whole outside world melted away, and he savored every slow thrust, his moans came gentle and low. I lifted my head to look at him again, biting my lip as I watched him work, overwhelmed with lust and now fighting to make it last as I felt my orgasm building.

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He paused after one deep thrust, pushing my shirt up and watching me as I peeled it off the rest of the way. He practically hissed in his breath. “So fucking hot. You get me every time.” I smirked for just a moment before he leaned in and bit my neck. Gasping, I wrapped a hand behind him and dug my nails into his shoulder blade, “Ugh” was all I could get out as my hips ground against him. He’d hit the spot and he knew it. Staying close, he put all his weight into the first several thrusts after that, and I came hard. He pulled back and growled out, “On your stomach.” I didn’t even hesitate, turning and bowing my back to raise my hips toward him, shifting them excitedly as I smiled and looked back toward him, “Like this?”

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He drove forward, burying his entire length in one motion, and I buried my face into my forearms with a heavy “Ugh, yes.” I was suddenly aware of the sounds I was making; the high, short moans, the blankets bunching in my hands as my nails dug into them, cursing, clenching my jaw as every nerve from my hair to my toes lit up. I came again, only breathless gasps and words coming out for several seconds while he rode it out with deep, slow thrusts. He pushed a hand to my back, then worked it up to wrap his fingers around one side of my throat, squeezing just hard enough to make them known before he leaned down and bit my neck again. I groaned, my hips grinding shamelessly, “Fuck” driven from my lips again, then a pleading tone took over, “Yes, oh fuck yes. More.”

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He broke from the bite, holding himself buried deep once more, and got close to my ear, “Tell me I own it. Tell me its mine.” His tone had changed and I broke out in goosebumps, gasping almost from the commanding sound alone. I shifted my hips a little, my small defiance of his total control, and replied, “It’s yours. Take it.” His only reply was “Dirty,” and I braced myself, biting the blankets in my continuing struggle to be at least a little more quiet. He wrapped his other hand at my hip and did exactly that. The thrusts of his hips became forceful, smacking up against my ass and ringing off the interior of the car while he held me down. I couldn’t hold off another orgasm and I finally took him with me. His thrusts became choppy and rough as he gasped a few times, pulling back and covering my ass in cum and then slipping back in before he finally came to a halt, landing a sharp slap on the side of my ass. I yelped, but immediately wiggled my hips, pressing back against him and pushing his back up against the second row seat, circling them and grinding for a few seconds, a defiant grin on my face.

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Breathless, I asked “I’m the dirty one?” He pressed his finger to his lips, then said, “Shhh, don’t make me take it again.” I relented and leaned forward to look for something to wipe up the mess as he pulled free. I looked around through the windows, once again becoming acutely aware that we were in public and could have either given someone a great show or gotten the cops called on us. I pulled my shirt on and pushed my skirt back down while he sat on his heels smirking at me, then slowly got dressed himself. I couldn’t resist straddling him on the seat, wrapping my arms behind his head, and sucking his face off for the next couple of minutes… not that he seemed to mind in the slightest. I pulled back finally and slid off his lap to put my shoes back on and straighten myself out. I popped open the door and looked back at my Lucas… we didn’t say a word, but we both knew this wouldn’t be the last time we’d need car service.

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