Page 27 of Ignition

“God, if I knew all I had to do was shove my cock up your ass to keep you quiet, I would have done it a long time ago.”

“Fuck off,” I tried to say sharply. Instead it came out as a breathy moan. One that really did make me sound like a slut.

He smacked my ass hard, once, twice, until I was sure the skin there was red and raw like my cheek.

“I should have known you’d be so fucking soft,” he said absently, like thoughts were just tumbling from him at this point.

“Nick,” I moaned, “I-I’m close.” I could feel my balls threatening to draw up and make me spill again.

“Not yet,” he said. “Not until I’ve had my fill.”

Rut did something to Nick’s biology, because one minute Iwas facing him, our noses touching as I bounced on his cock, the next I was lifted and turned to face the front. I found purchase on the front seat, so close I was basically being pressed into it.

Whoever designed this car hadn’t really made it optimal for two alphas to fuck in the back.

A design flaw, if you asked me.

Nick pulled me back down and filled me with his cock in one swift movement. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he fucked into me relentlessly. It was like he’d taken full control over me, holding my hips and forcing me in and out at the exact speed he wanted. I’d been turned into a glorified fleshlight.

And, even though I’d never admit it, it was the hottest thing that’d ever happened to me.

The other alpha’s hand came around my middle and squeezed my cock, pumping it up and down in his fist until I couldn't stand it. What really sent me over was when his other hand came around and squeezed down on my knot, and it was as if a switch was flipped, making me cum on the spot.

Ropes of cum splashed the seat in front of me as I was wrung dry.

I had no time to relax though. No matter how hard I pushed away, needing just a moment to recoup, he kept going.

After a couple more pumps Nick had filled me to the brim, the warmth spreading down my midsection.

I thought that would signal we were done, but I was far from correct. Nick didn’t stop. Moving me into whichever position he wanted at the moment. Filling me with himself until I was sure I would burst.

The final time, I could feel him trying to push deeper, the beginnings of his knot trying to breach me.

“No,” I said clearly. “You can’t knot me.”

“Rut won’t stop,” he muttered brokenly, letting his teeth scrape against my back.

I groaned. Did I always have to take care of him?

I reached back and grabbed his knot, squeezing hard around it as he came again.

I had no idea how much time had passed before he finally fell back against the seat, letting me catch my breath.

“Jeah-sus,” I said. “You really fucked me up.” I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to walk tomorrow to be honest.

Looking out the window it seemed the rain had at least let up a bit, mellowing to a heavier drizzle.

“We can finally go home.”

I turned to Nick to scold him for ignoring me, to find he was completely passed out. Somehow, his dick was still hard, covered in both of our juices.

Just looking at it made me shutter.

I couldn’t believe we really did that. And what happened now.

More importantly, how did we leave?

I couldn’t call a tow truck to find Nick like this. And I couldn’t drive this car, definitely not on the highway.