“We’re not teenagers.”
“Teenagers don’t have a monopoly on backseat sex.”
True. Dean and I had been together for four months. We’d had sex on the bed, the sofa, the floor, in the shower. One memorable night on the kitchen table. But never anywhere outside his apartment, my apartment, or a hotel room.
“Okay, so… what should I do?” I asked.
“Relax, for one thing.”
I looked at him. His posture was loose, his beautiful mouth curved, his eyes gentle and amused. He reached out and drew a lock of my hair between his fingers, then tucked it behind my ear.
“You’re with me,” he said.
It was such a simple, obvious statement and yet it was weighted with implications of comfort and reassurance.
The strain in my shoulders eased. If I was ever going to be comfortable enough to have sex with anyone in the backseat of a car, it was going to be Dean. Which meant this could be my only chance, although I didn’t dare consider the horrible possibility that we might one day no longer be together.
I scooted back across the seat until my thigh pressed against his, then I leaned in to kiss him. His mouth met mine in a soft, lovely kiss that made my body shimmer with light. He settled his hands on my waist and drew me closer until I was in his arms with my breasts pressing against his chest. He eased my lips apart with his tongue, stoking the burn of lust. My skin prickled with need.
I sighed and wiggled closer as his hands came up to caress my breasts. He slid his thumbs around my nipples through the fabric of my blouse, then hooked his fingers under the hem and pulled it off. Cool air brushed against my skin.
“Do we get completely naked?” I asked.
“We don’t have to.” He tugged at the waistband of my jeans. “As long as you can get these off.”
“What if a police officer finds us?”
“No one’s going to find us.” He started kissing my neck.
“How do you know?”
“We’re in the middle of nowhere.” His breath brushed against my ear, his thick hair tickling my cheek.
I shivered. “The middle of nowhere is… is where alien abductions happen.”
“Good, so worry about that instead of the police.” He palmed my breasts through my bra. “You have the most incredible breasts.”
The windows were getting steamy, but there was still enough dim light to see. I pressed my hand against his crotch and sucked in a breath at the feel of his erection. Before he could undress, I sat back and unzipped my jeans, shifting around to try and get them off. Dean finally helped, then chucked them into the front seat along with my underwear. I was left wearing nothing except my bra. My heart pounded with a combination of nerves and excitement.
“Your turn,” I said.
If we suddenly found ourselves illuminated by the beam of a police flashlight, I sure as hell wasn’t going to be the only one buck naked.
My hands shook as I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his thighs. His erection pressed against the cotton of his boxers. I reached into the fly and wrapped my hand around his smooth, hard shaft.
Dean winced with pleasure. “Ah, Liv, this won’t last long.”
Probably for the better, I thought, given the potential threat of police and aliens. Not to mention the urgency pulsing between my legs.
I shifted to try and lie back, but he stopped me and pulled my leg over his lap.
“Ride me,” he said. “It’s the easiest position back here.”
I didn’t want to know exactly how he’d discovered that fact, but then he took hold of his cock and my attention snapped to the lithe movement of his hand. My pulse beat a crazy rhythm.
“Makes me so hot to watch you do that,” I whispered. My throat was getting dry.
“Uh huh.” A wicked glint lit his eyes. “Just one of the reasons I do it.”
I rubbed my hands over his chest, tracing the muscles down to the hem of his T-shirt. He cupped his hands around my bottom and pulled me closer. I slipped my hands beneath his shirt and splayed my palms over his taut skin. Heat spread clear up my arms. I squirmed on his thighs.
He tightened his grip on my ass. I shrugged my bra straps off my shoulders and pushed it down far enough to expose my breasts. A groan rumbled from Dean’s chest, which emboldened me to spear my hands into his hair and tug him forward. Shivers rained down my spine when he flicked his tongue over one nipple, twisting the other between his fingers. The smells of sweat and leather filled my head.
“Now.” He shifted position so he was half-reclining with his head against one door and his feet wedged against the other.