Page 64 of Heat Clinic

“You want to wash up after I spent all that time so nicely preparing you?” Tom asks.

My nipples harden and scratch against my lace bra.Preparing. Preparing for what?

“It was thrilling, wasn’t it, luv?” Tom undoes his seatbelt and leans over me. “The rush of being naughty. Of doing something a little forbidden and a whole lot of fun. Of taking pleasure when you want it wherever you want.”

I hesitate, knowing this is a trap, a game I don’t fully grasp the rules to, but also don’t want to stop either. I remember how he groped me in the restaurant as I was leaving, and my pulse quickens. It would be pointless to lie. I came hard and fast just now, my panties wet with the evidence of exactly how much I enjoyed it.

“It was.”

He kisses me and strokes a hand over my collarbone, his fingers dipping into the top of my dress to touch the swell of my breast. “You could have closed your legs. Taken my hand off your thigh. Told me to stop. But you didn’t.”

Tom takes my hand and guides it to his crotch while his lips tell me what he means without words. He doesn’t just kiss me—he consumes me. His cock is already hard inside his pants. I trace the edge of his head, my thumb sinking into the divot of his slit.

He bites my lip, a light nip that makes me gasp, then takes my mouth like plundered conquest as he deepens our kiss. He could have slid his tongue against my lips and asked me to open for him. Instead, he took it.

His hand on mine falls away as I stroke him on my own, feeling him get impossibly harder and longer as his dick strains against his pants.

He breaks our kiss to drag his mouth down my jaw, my collarbone, my neck. He finds my scent gland and licks it, and I whimper. Blunt beta teeth scrape over the sensitive area, and then he sucks. Each pull of his mouth throbs between my legs until my clit pulses with each sucking tug and tongue stroke.

He grabs my knee and pries my legs apart, unhooking them, then sinks his hand between my thighs again to tease my soaked slit. I rock against him, grinding my cunt into his palm as he rubs me and kisses me until I’m breathing hard and ready to come again.

And then he stops, ignoring my whimper, and unfastens my seatbelt. Tom gives me a feral grin and opens the door, then steps out of the car.

“Where are you going?”Why did you stop?

He leans back in and grabs me by the hips, tugging me toward him until I’m halfway down the seat. Unbalanced, I fall back a bit. He presses a hand to my sternum and pushes, guiding me flat on my back so I’m lying down across the back seat, my legs bent and propped on it as I try to fit in the cramped quarters.

“Only making room, luv.” Tom pulls me by my hips again until my butt hangs at the edge of the back seat, my heels pressed against my ass at the risk of dropping them to the rough ground below.

“You know you could have asked me to lie down,” I say. When he strokes my damp panties again, my protests fade. He can toss me around like a rag doll all he wants as long as he doesn’tstop.

“This is more fun.” He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, then shoves them down his thighs. He lifts the edge of his shirt out of the way and strokes his cock. “Have you ever heard of dogging, luv?”

I lean up on my elbows on the narrow seat and watch how he touches himself. How he rolls his wrist when he gets to his tip. I study the motions so I can mimic them later. “No.”

“I’m not surprised. It’s more common in the UK than in America. I’ve never done it before, but it’s always been a fantasy of mine. It’s something you need more than one person to do properly. And I enjoy doing things properly or not at all.”

He stops jerking himself and hooks his fingers into my panties and drags them down the curve of my ass. My thighs. My knees. He guides my feet through the holes and tosses them onto the floor of the car.

I’m bare, the open air cool on my wet slit as he traces his thumb over my seam the same way he thumbed his own dripping slit.

We’re in public. Anyone walking this far out who looks will see what we’re doing. They’ll see Tom standing in the open doorway with his pants shoved down to his knees, his hard cock bobbing in the air as he spreads my slick along my lips and teases my clit.

Somehow, that only makes it hotter. The thrill of being watched, of being caught, makes my pussy ache to be filled.

He lines us up, and then he sinks into me with two insistent thrusts. His head drops forward, and he sighs as he does it again. He rolls his hips, thrusting faster and deeper as he fucks me where anyone might drive past and see.

I bite my lip to hold back my noisy moans and whimpers as he sets his pace and hits the mouth of my womb with each deep thrust.

“Fuck,” Sam groans. ”I can’t see anything good.”

“You weren’t listening,” Marcus says, chuckling. “Go wait for your turn.”

“Oh, hell yeah,” Sam says. His seatbelt is off, and he’s out his door and then he slams it shut. He leans over Tom’s shoulder to watch, one arm resting on the curve of the door frame as he grins down at me until his cheek dimples.

Tom pumps in and out of me, our wet, filthy fucking noises interspersed with the sound of birds chirping in the tree above us and car doors closing. The dog’s no longer barking, but people are talking to one another from across the parking lot as they go on about their life a hundred feet away from where Tom’s fucking me.

“I love watching you try to be quiet.” Tom finds my clit and strokes, my body clenching around him as everything tightens.

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