One Sweet Ride

He unzipped his jeans. “Alone enough. Get those shorts off and get over here.”


It was a flurry of activity as he shifted the seat back as far as it would go while Evelyn shimmied out of her shorts and panties. She grabbed the condom packet from his hands and tore the wrapper open while he pulled his cock out and shrugged his jeans and boxer briefs down far enough to pull out his cock.

She got the condom on him, giggling as she did. “I feel like a teenager, only I never did any of this when I was a teenager.”

He grabbed her and kissed her until his balls throbbed, then licked her bottom lip.

“Babe, you missed out.”

She braced her hands on his shoulders. “Time to start rectifying that.”

She straddled him and he grasped her hips, holding on to her while she slid down on his aching cock.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, watching his shaft disappear between her sweet * lips.

“You feel good.”

She tilted her head back, her ponytail bobbing in the moonlight. He slid his hand under her shirt and pulled the cups of her bra down so he could get to her breasts while she rocked back and forth on his dick.

When she met his gaze, she leaned forward and kissed him, the kiss so blistering hot he could blow his load right now. But he held, wanting her to come. The look on her face was so beautiful as she rode him, dragging her clit over his flesh, her lips open as she breathed heavily.

She grabbed his hand and put it on her clit. “Touch me,” she whispered. “Make me come.”

God, he loved that she was so open, so expressive and eager to explore new things.

He shifted back so he could have better access and rubbed her clit, giving her the friction she needed by arching his hips upward. The sounds she made told him she was close, which was a damn good thing because it was killing him not to come.

And when she tightened around him and let out a hoarse cry, he let go, gripping her hip with one hand while he continued to rub her clit with the other, releasing and jerking as he came with her. She dug her nails into his shoulder and rode out her own orgasm until she collapsed against him, her lips pressed against his neck.

It took her a while to raise her head. Her hair was mussed, her ponytail had come undone, her lips were swollen from his kisses, and one bra strap peeked out of her tank top. She’d never looked sexier.

“Your poor, pristine car,” she said, smoothing her hand over the back of the seat.

“The car is fine,” he said, pulling her forward for a long, lingering kiss that made his cock spring to life again. When he released her, she arched a brow.

“Much as I would love round two, my hips are cramping from being in this position.”

He laughed and she crawled over to the passenger seat. They fixed their clothes and she found her ponytail holder on the floor of his side of the car.

“I probably look like I’ve been out drinking all night,” she said, taking a glance at herself in the rearview mirror.

He grabbed her hand. “You look well and truly fucked, which to me makes you look sexy as hell—and gorgeous.”

She grinned. “Good enough.”

They put their seat belts on and he started up the car. It growled to life and he put it in first, heading back toward the house.

It was late, and he knew tomorrow—the Fourth of July—would be a big day.

Tomorrow, he’d have to face his father again.

Fun time was over.

They climbed into bed and he pulled Evelyn against him.

“I had a wonderful time today,” she said as she laid her head on his chest. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Thanks for spending the day with me.”

He lay there silently while he looked outside and listened to the ocean waves. The one thing he loved the most about being here was the ocean, how it could always obliterate whatever thoughts plagued him and lull him to sleep.

Not tonight, though.

“You’re not sleeping,” Evelyn said, smoothing her hand over his chest.

He looked down at her. “If you’re noticing me not sleeping, then neither are you.”

She smiled up at him. “Something on your mind? Tomorrow, maybe?”

“Maybe.”

She sat up. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He didn’t even want to think about it. He pulled her down and smoothed his hand over her hair, content to remember the day he’d had with this remarkable woman. He refused to let thoughts of his father ruin what had been such a special day. A relaxing day. A day he’d needed, one that had really surprised the hell out of him. Evelyn continually surprised him.

“No. There’s nothing to talk about. It’s just one day.”

“Yes, it is.”

Running his hand down the silky strands of her hair had a calming effect on him.

He closed his eyes and let sleep claim him.





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