Page 30 of Sunflower

It didn’t take long for Callum to understand what I was trying to do. Even with the car filling with heat, it wouldn’t do us any good if we were still wearing clothes that were literally dripping with water. He helped me remove my sweater and shirt before re-wrapping the blanket around me and starting on his own clothes. I helped where I could, but mostly I was simply holding the blanket up against his shoulders so we could cocoon ourselves in as much warmth as possible.

As soon as his torso was clear of fabric, I burrowed into him, feeling his skin pebble against mine, my hands grasping one edge of the blanket surrounding us. He wrapped his shaking arms around me, trying hard not to dislodge the blanket as he rubbed his hands up and down my bare back.

Our pants were still on and still drenched, but with limited movement available to us in the front passenger seat of my car, we had no choice but to leave them on.

As much as my body was screaming at me to get them off so I could rut against him like a madman, there had to be a line drawn somewhere. Right?

“Tell m-me ab-bout what you’re s-studying,” Callum murmured, his hands still roaming my back. “D-distract us f-from the c-cold.”

I could finally feel the heat kicking in, but it was still going to take time for us to thaw out. “B-business m-management. Only s-studying it b-because Am-melia wanted us b-both to d-do it.”

Callum’s hands slowed for a moment as he took my words in. “Are y-you enjoying it?”

I snorted, a smile appearing on my face even though I still felt frozen. “N-no. B-but I d-don’t know w-what else to d-do. Th-thought I c-could k-keep studying until I f-figured it out.”

He hummed, nuzzling his cheek against the top of my head. “M-makes sense.”

“I d-don’t know how w-what I’m studying w-would f-fit into your work.” I shivered against him, still cold but thawing slowly. My skin held that cool dampness that wouldn’t completely go away until I had a bath or shower, but warmth had spread wherever my skin touched Callum’s. “I’m not m-magical like you and George.”

It was his turn to scoff. “We’re not m-magical.” His hands slowed once more.

Still burrowed into his neck, I turned my head up to look at him. “I d-don’t know. You f-feel pretty m-magical to me right n-now.”

He shifted in his seat. “Is that r-right?”

“Mm-hmm.” I squirmed in his lap, feeling his growing hardness under me. Seemed that even if we were half frozen, we continued to be horny bastards. With one hand, I reached up to cup his chin, drawing us closer so I could kiss him properly this time.

His eyes hooded as he slowly lowered his lips to mine, a tentative press to test the waters. I shuddered, but this time it wasn’t because of the cold. No, this was all about how Callum made me feel when the heat of our breaths mingled between us, the way his plush lips moved against mine, and the taste of red wine that still lingered from his meal.

I moaned, opening my mouth to his and letting my tongue delve between his lips in search of its partner. Shifting my position until I was properly straddling him, I let go of the blanket and grasped his shoulders instead. My hips rocked against his, our stiff cocks trapped in our pants, but still creating enough friction for the movement to be pleasurable.

Holding me tight around my waist with one hand and scratching his fingers against my scalp with the other, he pulled me close, so close a sheet of paper wouldn’t have been able to fit between us. He angled my head exactly where he wanted me and increased the pressure of his tongue against mine.

As I felt the blanket fall from my shoulders, I surrendered control to him, letting him lead this sensual dance between us. I writhed slowly against him, feeling his cock grow ever harder in his pants.

“Oh, fuck. I need—” I cut my words off on a groan, pulling back from him ever so slightly to pant. “I need—”

“What do you need,mo lus na gréine?” He rested his forehead against mine, still rocking against me, gripping my hips to drive me down into his every thrust up. “Tell me, and it’s yours.”

“I need…more…”I let go of his shoulders and scrambled at his button and zipper, my fingers still stiff from the cold. The noise of the unlocking metal tines filled the car, causing the desire to feel him against me with nothing between us to skyrocket.

“Oh, f-fuck,” he murmured, letting me go and reaching between us to help me undo my own pants. He opened my pantswide and carefully took my cock out with his icy fingers, pulling back a little when I hissed.

“C-cold…”

“I know. I’m sorry.” He lifted his hands, cupping them to puff his warm breath into his palms and fingers while I kept fumbling with his pants, pushing them down enough to make him lift his ass from the seat so they could sit mid-thigh. It was his turn to hiss when his bare skin met the cold leather seat.

Once he was positioned the way I wanted him, I settled back on top of him, and we both manipulated my boxer-briefs until they were sitting behind my balls. “Good enough.”

He hummed in agreement and placed his palms against my hips, guiding me up and down, back and forth, until we settled into a delectable rhythm.

I raised my hands to hold on to the headrest of the seat to give myself more leverage and then really started rocking against him. Panting, I let my forehead rest against his as we both watched our cocks slide against each other, our throbbing glans catching with every thrust.

But I still neededmore.

Keeping one hand attached to the headrest, I grabbed at one of his much warmer hands that were still gripping my hip. “Jerk us.Please.”

He grunted, and as soon as fingers circled our cocks, I moved my hand back to the headrest, locking him into the seat as I moved on top of him. He swiped at our tips to gather the copious amount of pre-cum that was glistening there and smoothed it down our shafts.

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