Page 115 of First in Line

“We will!”

“Jax!” Evie mumbles.

“What? She knows exactly what’s about to happen as soon as we get home. And the whole day tomorrow.”

Once we’re out through the back door, into the small, dark alley where she parks the car, Evie says, “You can let go of me now.”

“No. I’m never letting you go again, princess.”

“The drive home will be interesting,” she notes.

I keep holding her the entire way to the car—the one I left behind—and only let her down once I’m at the driver’s door.

As soon as she finds the key and unlocks it, I open the door for her before going to throw my stuff in the trunk.

The moment I’m seated next to her, we both act on impulse and reach for one another over the console for a kiss. The onewe shared earlier was somewhat tame in comparison. Now that we’re alone in a dark, confined space, there’s nothing holding us back. And of course, kissing like this awakens in both of us needs that haven’t been fulfilled in nine long, insufferable months. It’s a long fucking time.

When she decides to come over to my side, I help her the best I can, guiding her onto my lap so she can straddle me. The kiss gets even wilder, her tongue bold against mine, her hips writhing into me like she can’t help herself.

Deciding that one of us needs to be reasonable, I push her away with a moan. “If you continue like this, it’s happening here, princess.”

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she presses herself even harder onto me, swaying her hips lasciviously. Well then. I guess we’re not even waiting to be home for this.

In unison, we reach for my belt, feverishly unbuckling it. We don’t have to talk. Words have become superfluous. We both crave the same thing, and the quiet darkness of the alley offers the perfect opportunity to get this going. Just once. Fast.

It’s not like either of us will last very long, anyway.

As soon as I’m freed, she wraps her hand around my rigid girth and strokes it with eagerness. The veiny length throbs in her delicate palm, and I swear I can feel precum already seeping out of me. I’m not coming before her. No fucking way.

I bunch up the skirt of her uniform as she tugs at the fabric of her panties, bringing it to the side. She breaks our ravenous kiss to spit on the tips of her fingers, and when she offers me her hand to do the same, I don’t need to be told twice. Entranced, I watch as she runs our mixed saliva between her legs, then whatever’s left over on the tip of my cock.

We’re lost in each other’s gaze when she aligns me with her needy little pussy. I groan her name as she lets herself down on me, so fucking tight I have to clench my teeth and focus on notcoming too fast. No matter how much she wants this, her flesh resists the sudden intrusion. She lets out a whimper, half pain, half pleasure, and lowers further, impaling herself on me.

“Fuck,” I drawl out, my breath rough and heavy. “You feel so fucking good, Evie.”

“You too …”

Her motions are eager and a little clumsy, but they’re mostly determined. It’s not like I’d fucking mind, admiring her beautiful face as she rides me.

Starved for more, I unbutton the top of her dress with shaky fingers. It doesn’t free her perfect tits completely, but enough to shove my face between them, kissing, licking, nibbling… And when I tug her bra and dress to the side, I even get to suck one of her nipples in my mouth.

“I missed you,” she moans, voice altered by pleasure.

“Me too, princess. I missed you so fucking much.”

She bounces on top of me with purpose, and my hands go to her hips to help her up and down my cock. It might have hurt her a little early on, but there’s no trace of pain left in her expression. It’s all ecstatic pleasure.

“Fuck, slow down, princess. I’ll come too fast.”

“Then take me with you,” she begs between moans.

My right hand comes between us, where I’m sliding in and out of her with every up and down. I have to tug her panties farther to the side to access her clit, but when I do… She shivers on top of me, mewling my name as my thumb strums at the little bud. The moment is raw, intense, and if someone were to see the car from afar, they’d notice the way it sways and know exactly what’s going on.

But I don’t care, and neither does she. Not when our climaxes are already nearing, so fucking close I can taste mine.

Two minutes. I think that’s all it takes for me to explode with a contained cry that resembles her name. My grip keeps herdown as my cum spurts inside her, my dick pulsing with every rope. Whatever triggers her own climax, I’m thankful for it. I’m so lost in mine, I can barely keep up with breathing.

She cries out my name, shivering on top of me, jolting with every blissful wave of pleasure that courses through her. Her walls pulse with it, milking every drop out of me. Fuck… Our orgasms are as intense as the sex was. Mine leaves me dazed and a little confused, while hers has her slouched on top of me, out of breath.