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I look at the bag for one more second before putting it on the dashboard and climb over him, straddling him in his seat.
“Holy shit, what are you–” I silence him by capturing his lips with mine. He lets out a deep breath through his nose, as if letting go of his restraint before turning his head and licking between my lips with his tongue. I eagerly grant him entrance to my mouth, and he groans in triumph as he plunges inside while gripping my hips to pull me closer to him.
“I need you,” I moan against him while capturing his bottom lip between my teeth and giving it a small tug.
“Fuck…” he breathes out darkly as he runs a strong hand through my hair, gripping a fistful tightly. I let out a whimper while grinding against his erection. “Fucking damn it, Sweetheart, if you don’t get out of those shorts I’m cutting them off, now.” He pants and I maneuver as best as I can to slide my shorts and panties off. He is just as fast with his movements as I watch him pull his cock out, steadying it as he holds my hip and lowers me down. I watch his eyes roll back in his head while I let out a shudder at the overly full feeling.
“I need more room,” I pant as I try to get comfortable. Ash is not a small man, and his car is not really built for fucking in the driver’s seat.
He reaches down to the side of the seat and leans the back seat slightly to give me a little room. I instantly brace my hands behind me on his knees and slip my legs up his chest and rest them on his shoulders. I watch as he stares at me in absolute stunned silence, his jaw completely slack and I can’t help the smirk that pulls at my lips, knowing that I shocked him. He continues to watch intently as I bounce up and down on his hard cock while crying his name out each time I impale myself.
“Fuck.” His voice is frantic, and I feel him tensing. I tighten my core around him as I continue to ride him. “Sun-Sunday, please–I’m going to… FUCK!” I feel the hot fluid fill me as he grips my hips, holding me still on his cock.
His pleasure doesn’t seem to last long. And I see his eyes go wide and the embarrassment on his face. I flashback to our first sexual encounter, when he came and bolted. No, not this time. He didn’t let me finish our night then, and he can’t run this time.
“Sunday…” His voice sounds apologetic. “I am–”
Leaning forward and I press my lips to his. I grab his hand, and it kills me to feel him shaking. Why is he so scared? I wonder only briefly what his ex must’ve done or said to him to make him feel like coming first is wrong. I slide his hand between us to my clit and I let out a strangled moan as he circles the wet bud. I feel my walls contracting around his cock that is still inside me and I move to his ear, more determined now than ever to make sure he knows that I see him for everything he is, and I want him.
“Charming,” I whimper as I nibble on his earlobe. “You make me feel so good. You have no idea how much my body craves you. You’re the only one that can make me feel this way,” I moan and rake my teeth down his neck.
“H-holy shit,” he shudders in pleasure.
“Do you feel how wet you’ve made me?” I whine out as I suck on his neck and bite down.
“Fuck.” His shaky voice growls out. “Harder,” he pants. “Mark me, Sunshine.” I bite his neck hard, licking and sucking as I grind against his palm.
“Ash, please…” I mewl out against his neck. “Give me my release.” I stare into his eyes, and I feel him hardening again inside me as he rubs my clit. My abdomen tightens and I cry out as I feel myself tightening until I finally snap and my orgasm hits. My walls tighten around his now fully re-erected cock and holy fuck, what is he doing? He grips my hip with his hand and thrusts upwards, slamming as deep inside of me as possible again, and again, and again.
“Holy shit!” he growls out as he pulls me to him. I scream out again as one orgasm after another hits me like a rolling wave.
“A-Ash! I can’t come aga–ahhhh, holy fuck, I am!” I scream as I come again.
“Yes!” he praises as he slams me against him, gripping and grinding me against him as he orgasms again. “Fuck, Sunday!” he groans out. If I have one more orgasm, I might pass out. With my body completely spent, I remove him from inside me and move back to the passenger seat while trying to catch my breath. We stare out the windshield in silence. I think we are both in absolute fucking shock. I mean, what in the fuck just happened?
“Sunshine,” he pants out slowly.
“Yeah?” I manage between heavy breaths.
“I uhhh… I don’t think this friend thing is working out.” I can’t help the surprised laugh that escapes me.
“Yeah, Charming, no shit.”
Chapter21
Ash
“Atlas.” I look up from my tablet where I am working on a design for a client to see my best friend’s green eyes staring intently at me. “I love you, brother, but I’m going to poke you in the eye if you don’t knock off whatever this is.”
“You look different,” Atlas states, still staring. “I can’t figure out what it is.” I give him a noncommittal shrug as I go back to my sketch.
“Dunno. These are new clothes.” I gesture to my blue jeans and hoodie sweatshirt that are actually a little too warm, but the massive hickey and literal bite mark on my neck would definitely raise some questions. Fuck, last night was so good. Like, best I will ever have, and that’s saying something because car sex is more fun in theory. Not with Sunday, though. That girl folded into a pretzel and gripped my knees to fuck me, and I swear my soul left my fucking body.
I jump as I see the mass of red curls, indicating that Janie is next to me. “H-hey, Mama J.” I smile nervously, suddenly feeling like I’m in trouble. Her blue eyes narrow and her lips purse.
“What’s up, Ash?” she asks, and I know that she knows exactly what’s up. I’m a dead man.
“Nothing? You know, you have this freckle on your lip there.” I hear a drawer slam shut and I look up to see Fox glaring at me.
