Page 88 of Teach Me

As his fingers sank into me, I grunted with the feeling as he moaned, scissoring and curling them inside.

“Do you want the gentleman,” he asked, panting, “or the animal?”

I barked a laugh, then met his hooded eyes.

“I want a gentleman in public, and an animal between my thighs.”

The growl he gave was deep and animalistic as he shoved me over the console. I shrieked, but the shock didn’t last long as his hands scraped my panties down harshly and his mouth descended.

He sucked me in, biting to the point of pain, and each nibble had my hips lifting to his mouth, my hands digging into his hair and fisting.

I cried out as his tongue entered me, thrusting into me like a savage while his lips laved sloppy kisses over me.

“Oh-Owen,” I breathed, unable to entirely fill my lungs. “I need you inside me. Right now.”

He didn’t need more instruction than that. My lover, or boyfriend, or whatever we were, grabbed my hands and pulled me up until I was sprawled over his legs again and sinking onto his glorious length.

I let out a low groan as he stretched me, throwing myself back into the steering wheel.

We both jumped when the darn car burst with a honk, then we melted into giggles until the feeling of him moving in and out of me dissolved our mirth altogether.

I hugged his head to my breasts, his teeth glancing over my skin in little love bites as I fought to breathe. God, it was like I couldn’t get air into my lungs, all the while I was panting like a wild beast in heat.

My hips ground down on him, smashing my clit into his pelvis with a wet slick until shudders were wracking my body and shivering up my spine as fire burned through me. I gasped through the first waves of my orgasm, each inhale stuttered as Owen’s mouth moved up, lips blazing up my neck until he was growling out his own release into the curve of my shoulder.

With lips parted, I drew in harsh breaths and closed my eyes as the hot waves of my orgasm blew threw me, but I felt him, too, pulsing heat into me as his hands gripped my hips so hard I was sure he’d leave little polka dots when we were done.

When the raw need drained out of us, I finally realized how insane all of it was. We’d driven almost twenty minutes out of town just to have sex in his car because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

And I kind of loved that.

“Ok, you need to bring me home now,” I told him, flopping back into my seat, still out of breath.

He sat there in his seat, pants still flared and his softening manhood exposed as his fingers dug into his hair and stayed there.

“You know, Mia,” Owen said after a minute of silence while I kept searching for my panties that were nowhere to be seen. “I don’t know how, but you make all of this feel new again.”

“Is that an offhanded compliment?” I asked him with a grin, pulling on my tights without my underwear because evidently a Yeti stole it while we were too busy to notice.

He glanced over and smiled at me, his face relaxed and content.

With my lips still stretched in a stupid grin, I leaned over his lap and took him into my mouth, tasting the flavor of the two of us mixed together.

“Oh fuck!” he barked, throwing his head back into the seat behind him as I teased for just a moment.

He didn’t get completely soft, and I admired that he was trying to get up for round two.

I helped put him back into his underwear, then I zipped his slacks up. As I sat up, his head lulled toward me with a silly grin covering his lips.

“Time to take me home,” I whispered.

He let his head fall back again for a moment, then his fingers reached down to finish buttoning his pants. After that, he moved his seat forward, then started off west, back home to Columbus.

We’d barely been gone an hour when he pulled back up to my dorm building, but he looked totally different. His face was flushed, and his hair was a mighty mess from my fingers.

“Get some good rest,” he told me, reaching over to press one more kiss back onto my lips before moving away again.

“I will. You too,” I told him while I climbed out.

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