Page 28 of Jockstraps & Newspapers
"About what?How good I look with your cum on my chin?"She swiped the excess off her face and popped it into her mouth.
Elliot's head swam as he ripped her back into him.Stuffing her mouth full of his tongue, tasting his bitter release and the flavors of their dinner, he rutted against her.Why did she have to be so fucking confident?So fucking sexy?He couldn't think straight when she talked, the second those lips moved and something snarky or witty or flirty fell out.Cassie giggled wickedly against his mouth.She liked it.She liked him.She liked this.His head was an angry hornet’s nest of baffled confessions.He moaned against her mouth, raspy voice and all, "You look so good covered in me."
"I'll look better draped over that trunk right there—" she cut off with a squeak as he slapped her ass, scooping her up into his arms.Her legs wrapped around him and he could have fucked her right there.Bouncing on his cock, he could lean her back and take her there, mid-air.But she had a point.Elliot used a hand to pull his pants up to his hips again just so he could walk.She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, "Sorry, I—the horny brain took over there for a second.You wanted to talk about this?About…your Heat?"
"For a journalist, you're really bad about answering questions," he teased.
She tossed her head back, cackling to herself.He brought her mouth to his, quieting her lovely, boisterous laughter.She snickered against his mouth."Sorry, we're trying to be quiet."
"Your laugh is delightful but will absolutely get us caught."He nuzzled his wet nose against hers."But, yeah, I wanted…"
He trailed off.Elliot sat her backside down onto a trunk and took a deep breath."My Heat."
"Your Heat," she whispered.
"It's—uh…okay…I'm just going to come out and say it.Cassie, I want to breed you."Her eyebrows shot up and he wheezed, arms flailing."Not like in a baby-making kind of way.No, don't worry about that, I took my stuff, I'm not making babies this heat, it's just…I…want to fuck you, like I'm going to breed you.I hope that makes sense.It's not easy to explain.But this heat means that I'm gonna be one moment rocking like a rock star, then the next, I'm holding a spear at attention and it knows what it wants, and that's you.I want it to be you.I want you to take my knot."
She grinned from ear to ear."What if I wanted that?"
His body relaxed as he exhaled."You do?"
"If it wasn't obvious, I apologize but—Elliot Bonesaw, I like you and very,very muchwant you to breed me.Knot me.Flip me over the trunk and take me, Elliot, I want it.And I'm a pretty strong headed person, so you should know once I've made up my mind, next to nothing can change it."She confidently put her hands to her hips, straightening her spine.
Elliot gripped the cold metal of the trunk, leaning over her.She smiled smugly, leaning in toward him.Their mouths brushed before she gave him the softest kiss.He melted into the bumper, the metal whining as he kissed her deeper.Elliot gasped for air, their lips touching but hot air passing between their mouths."That's my girl."
Cassie shivered, reaching up to take ahold of his horns.He kissed her over and over till he was too dizzy to think.Then, just like she asked, he peeled away from her.Elliot grabbed her by the hips and flipped her as gently as possible.She was putty in his hands as he pressed her belly first into the cold metal.Engulfed in the darkness, guided only by the feeling, he wrapped his fingers around the waistband of her pants and helped wiggle them down to her ankles.Her muffled groan sounded like someone chomping on their fist.Elliot massaged her cheeks.There was a twinge of worry that she was tender from earlier.Car sex, specifically sex in the car, for a guy as big as him and a car as cramped as hers, didn't give the best for spreading legs.However, when his fingers traced her slit, she shivered.Goosebumps prickled all over her legs.He relished the feel of her skin as he rutted against her.Spreading her lips with his fingers, he groaned at the feel of her sopping wet around his fingertips.Touching her clit, she jerked, knees kicking into the metal.He circled her bundle of nerves, feeling her rock against him feverishly.
Elliot switched his forefinger for his thumb so he could drive two digits deep into her warmth.She whimpered against her clenched hands, a muffled sound that rushed directly to his aching cock.It bounced against the restraint of his sweats.Spreading her wider, he thrust fingers in and out of her.Other than the sound of him biting his own tongue, her covering her mouth, the delightful groan of the metal as he finger-fucked her against the trunk filled the air around him.The car rocked on its flattened wheels.Her walls clamped around him and he could feel her muscles tighten like a vice grip."That's it, come for me, baby, I want to fuck you dripping wet.I can't give you this knot unless you come for me.You want this knot, right?"
"Yes," she whined into his hands.
"You want me to breed you?"His insides burned to a crisp, stomach in twisted bunches.
"Yes."Her legs trembled.Within a second, her body clamped down around him harder before he felt her flutter around him.Sweet, slick, warmth flooded around his fingers.Her body shuddered, knees knocking against the metal.
"That's my girl," he breathed, shoving his sweats off his hips once more.Circling her walls, he spread his fingers inside her before slipping his drenched digits from her.Elliot spread her cum over his tip, trailing it down his shaft."I wish I could see your pretty pussy dripping wet, but you feel so good."
He lined himself up with her entrance, sliding her toward the edge so her legs dangled.Pressing through her warmth was euphoric.His eyes rolled back in his head.Cass moaned into the trunk.Elliot reached forward, cupping her mouth with his palm.They both groaned heavily as he slid deeper into her.Her hot breath against his skin drove him wild.He reached over her right thigh, scooping up her leg till her knee was pressed against the trunk.She bit onto the meat of his palm.Her cries were muffled as he sank into her nearly to his knot.Elliot shivered.It took all his effort not to babble about how she felt like bliss, how she took him and asked for more, how good it felt to stretch her around his cock.But they'd been trying to be quiet.His hips bucked backward then forward.The sounds of her fingers scraping across the metal were covered by his rutting into her.Faster, harder; his thoughts were gone.He didn't hear the light chuckling of someone walking down the street, or the sounds of a house door closing.His cock was buried in her and she was rushing to press his hand harder against her mouth.In a moment, he caught the sound of other people walking away from the junkyard, then another, it was all quiet.Just the light sounds of the car rocking as he fucked her with abandon.
Elliot was close, so very close, he could feel the tightening of his knot to the point of aching in his core.His muscles turned to rocks.Elliot tossed his head back, gritting his teeth.His knot wasn't happening.He pushed it against her sex, but it didn't slip in.Elliot snapped in half, bent over her as he spilled into her.His knot, still outside of her, softening as he filled her to the brim.Elliot kissed her spine affectionately, letting out a dreamy sigh.
"Did…did it happen?"Her raspy whisper ran a hard shiver down his back.
"No…not yet," he breathed.
"I thought not, it didn't…it didn't feel like it did.Why didn't you?"She dropped the weight of her face against his hand.Kissing his palm before nuzzling her face against it, Cassie deflated into a post-orgasm puddle of goo.
He pulled away, rubbing her back."I wanted to, but it takes working up to."
She snorted, "Are you telling me we have to practice?"
"Yeah," he chuckled, slipping back.Elliot shivered as he fell out of her.He was more worried about getting her on her feet than putting himself back together.
"All you athletes talk about ispractice, practice, practice," she grumbled, jumping her way back into her leggings.Elliot sat back on his hooves, getting air back into his lungs.Marveling at her, he watched her dry her face on the bottom of her shirt then turn to him."Still going back to your place?"
Oh, yes, please.He scratched the back of his head.Before he could get another word out, she snatched up his waist band and dropped his soft cock into his boxers once more.She tied off his pants and put her hands on her hips."Your place, then."
He smiled.Right; headstrong Cassiopeia.He nodded, leading her around the junkyard.They snuck back out of the junkyard, and he locked it up, escaping into the night.
