Chapter 40: "Parked"

“Where the fuck are you taking us?”
“Just trust me, take a left up here. I know where I’m going,” I said.
Brian did his little half-chuckle. “I sure the fuck hope so. You’d better not make me drive my new car off a cliff.”
“Shit, that’s JUST what I had planned,” I teased, giving him a playful smile.
Brian raised an eyebrow at me and suppressed a smile, then refocused on the windy mountain road. The road was blanketed by the pitch black of night, lit only by the full moon high above us.
“There’s an overlook right up here. Pull in,” I instructed.
Brian followed my command and pulled the Vette up just behind the guardrail. All the lights of the city dotted the horizon like little fallen stars.
I hadn’t been here in years. I sighed, my eyes widening as memories flood back. “I love it here,” I said.
“We are pre-ttyyy high up,” Brian said. His eyes moved back and forth across the horizon.
“Well, what do you think?” I gave him a little encouraging shove.
Brian sucked on his bottom lip and nodded slowly. “I think . . . I should’ve brought some poppers. Or weed.”
“Oh c’mon!” I shoved him a bit harder this time. “You don’t need drugs to appreciate this! It’s fucking beautiful!”
Brian scoffed. “Whatever you say, Princess.”
He stared through the windshield, bemused. I wasn’t surprised. But it’s not like the view was the reason I’d brought us up to this spot, anyway. I bit my lip as I stared at him, and felt the heat radiating from my sex eyes. Slowly I touched my fingertips to his knee, and began to run them up his thigh towards his crotch.
Brian’s eyebrow cocked as his gaze fell to watch what I was doing. He gave a little chuckle—almost a full one this time—showing a bit of teeth with his brief smile. “Alright, you have my attention.”
“Good,” I said in my best sultry voice. “Because the real reason I led us up here is I knew we’d be alone.”
Brian swallowed, looked over at me and blinked. His chest started heaving at the very hint of us getting it on.
I held eye contact with him as my hand traced the rest of the way up his thigh, finally reaching his massive cock. I gasped.
“You’re so hard already,” I said.
Several blinks, and a devilish smile creeping up from the corner of his mouth. “I’ve been hard ever since I watched you walk out.”
It was my chest’s turn to start heaving. The heat was already sweeping up between us, manifesting into a cocoon that was almost suffocating. The only way to find relief was to go further.
I licked my lips, ran my fingers over his ginormous bulge, being sure to stroke it as I moved, then popped open the button on his jeans. Brian’s eyes were on my hand, watching me work. Carefully I undid the zipper, slid my hand in between the folds of the fabric and found his member.
“Unf,” Brian moaned. His head settled back against the headrest, and he spread his legs a bit more as he relaxed.
I gave him a couple of strokes, allowing his full length to escape the prison of his jeans. I admired his shaft in the glow of the moonlight for a moment, then undid my seatbelt. Brian’s eyes darted over to watch me as I bent over, diving down for his cock. I held him firmly in place with one hand as my mouth enveloped his head, my tongue running along the ridge just underneath.
“Ahhh . . .” Brian moaned. I saw him clutching the edge of his seat as his cock pulsated, growing even larger. I moaned and slid further down, taking him into me.
More moans, and Brian brought his hands to my head. His thumbs stroked me affectionately as he guided my movements up and down along his shaft, working me at his preferred pace. Being hunched over sideways in the car would’ve been horribly uncomfortable if I hadn’t been sucking him off; if I hadn’t been so goddamn horny for him I was about to scream.
A couple moments later Brian guided me to a stop. “Alright, alright, hold on, that’s enough,” he said in between breaths. He lifted my face to look up at him.
I was puzzled, since he’d clearly been enjoying it. “Why?” I asked. “Why stop?”
Brian breathed through gritted teeth as he studied me, his shoulders heaving as he did so. His eyes filled with fire and intensity.
“Because I want to fuck you,” he stated. “Now.”
“Mmm.” I bit my bottom lip again and growled at him. It was all I could muster. I was so hot for him that any rational thoughts had flown out the window long ago. I rolled my back up straight to a seat again, and then it was Brian’s turn to lean over.
“Get the fuck over here,” he commanded, and wrapped his hands around my waist, guiding me over the center console, onto his lap.
“Oh!” I exclaimed. His cock was so hard and so large, and it was pointing straight up. As soon as my hips touched his, the head of his cock was already trying to bust its way through my pants. It sat nestled right at my opening. Smart little fucker.
I immediately broke into a horny shiver from the sensation of him in the perfect place. “God Brian, you weren’t kidding,” I said.
“I never joke about fucking,” Brian said. “Well, not with you, anyway.” With that he dove for my mouth, the sounds of our lips creating their own sort of growl as we devoured each other. Tongues, teeth and lips all sliding, fighting their way forward for more.
Brian’s hands slid from my waist down to my ass, and the tickling feeling of his fingers made me moan again. He was still poking me right at my entrance, and he began guiding my hips forward and back, making me hump him.
“Ohh,” I moaned as he came forward for another hard kiss. The head of his cock straining up against my pants right beneath my pussy mixed with me grinding on him was making me unbelievably wet. I’d be surprised if I wasn’t soaking through my panties.
He kept kissing me, and encouraging and guiding my hips as I humped him, but his hands slid back up over my ass to my waistband, and his thumbs hooked themselves under.
Brian kissed my cheek and then to the side of my ear. “Get these off,” he whispered, then tugged my pants all the way down off my ass, and halfway down my thighs.
I moaned and practically collapsed forward onto him, shuddering at the feeling of his hands on my legs. My body was already writhing it was so aroused. He could probably make me come without even touching me at this point.
Brian slickly ran one hand down to the side and hooked it around the seat lever, reclining us back a good bit. Now I had plenty of room to work. He kissed me again and ran his fingertips around to the front of me, teasing me with one finger running along the center of my pussy, over my underwear.
I bit my lip and breathed, my eyes shut tight, allowing myself just to feel him. Brian paused in that spot for a second and just teased my clit, with one finger, with two fingers, with firm circles with his thumb. I buried my forehead against his chest and just let him play with me. It felt incredible.
With his free hand, I heard Brian slide a condom out of his back pocket and bring it up to his mouth to rip it open with his teeth. He spit out the piece of wrapper and freed the condom. I opened my eyes just as he was about to put it on, but I grabbed his hand and stopped him. Taking the condom from him, I quickly reached down and grabbed his shaft firmly with one hand, and used the other to pull the condom down overtop him.
Brian moaned in approval, and quickly moved his hand from my clit further down to the top of my opening. He teased a finger along over the spot, even pushing the fabric up a little bit into me. My face was buried in the crook between his shoulder and neck now, my mouth hanging wide open as I breathed and moaned onto him. Each sharp inhale I took brought a waft of his amazing musk. He smelled so good, and it turned me on all the more.
After teasing me another few times, Brian hooked his finger under the fabric of my panties and pulled them to the side, exposing my opening. Not even a second later his cock was pushing up and through, burrowing its way into me. I was so goddamn wet he slid right in, the full length of him. His tip quickly gave my cervix a hello kiss, then descended a bit as he started thrusting.
“Oh fuck, Brian,” I moaned. I could barely maintain any sense of composure. This was the most primal I’d ever felt with him, and that was saying a LOT.
Brian’s hands found their place on my ass again, encouraging me to take the reins with the grinding. I gladly obliged, and rolled my spine up tall so I could study him as I went to work riding him. Up and back, up and back I gyrated, holding his cock hostage right where I wanted it. It was all too easy to guide him right to my spot, and I squeezed myself around him, begging him to stay.
Brian groaned and dug his nails into me, just enough. He alternated between watching me fuck him and looking into my eyes. When we did meet eyes my gaze held him in place, paralyzed by the sheer force of lust between us. The windows of the Vette had fogged at some point, I had no clue when.
His cock felt so goddamn good. Everything felt so goddamn good. Just sitting on top of him, him touching me, being in such an enclosed space with him was enough to drive me crazy. But then he made it even worse. He ran his hands over me, letting go of my ass and bringing them to the top of my shirt. Once again he hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled my tank top straps off my shoulders and kept going down, down, until my shirt slid to the point of exposing my breasts. He dove forward and brought his mouth over one nipple, sucking and flicking with his tongue until it was rock hard. Once that was achieved, he actually had the nerve to nibble, as if I wasn’t already in enough heat.
I was moaning so bad.
Brian kept torturing me, devouring one breast with his mouth, and grasping and teasing the other with his hand. His free hand swept back down over the rear of me and along my ass, one adventurous fingertip finding its way to that perfect spot to tease . . .
“Fuuuuuuck me,” I groaned, absolutely coating his cock with my wetness as I kept grinding him. I couldn’t stand the tension. I had to bite down on something. I just happened to reach for his neck, and apparently succeeded in finding his spot with my teeth, because Brian unlatched from my breast and sank back against the headrest again to cry out as I went to work unquestionably leaving him a mark that would be there for days.
He groaned and kept rubbing me from behind, then ran his other hand down from my chest along the front of me. He brought his thumb to my clit and worked it in a circular motion, causing me to start shaking.
My moans became desperate, sounds from an animal that almost couldn’t be human. Luckily they didn’t last long, because I came with such an intensity of an explosion of an orgasm just a moment later, and this time I really did collapse against him, my full weight supported by his body. Beside my ear Brian grunted, grabbing my hips and pumping me twice hard from underneath, and I felt him fill the condom.
Both of our mouths hung open as rapid breaths attempted to bring us the oxygen we were sorely lacking. Our eyes shut as we hung there limp, finished. Satisfied, complete.
A moment later he found the strength to cup my hips and slide me up and off of him. The feeling of his cock running along me as he left, while I was still so sensitive, nearly made me come again, my body actually quaking with the sensation. I was actually relieved I didn’t, though, because I had literally nothing left within me.
He tossed the condom out through a cracked window and tucked himself back into his pants, then gently guided my hips back down on top of him to rest. Though we were both exhausted, somehow our lips found their way back to one another’s. We made out long, hard, and deep, moaning as we did. I had my arms wrapped around behind his neck, cupping the back of his head, clinging to him as if for dear life.
I never, ever wanted to let go. It just felt too damn good.
Eventually we broke for air. I brought my head down to rest on his shoulder again as Brian stroked my back, his chest still rising and falling fairly quickly beneath me. I started giggling.
“What’s so funny?”
“Well . . . we certainly christened your new car,” I said.
Brian chuckled, in such a way that I got a legit smile out of him. Seeing that was even better than the mindblowing sex we’d just had.
Well, almost.