The car swerved across the lane and the truck behind honked loudly.
“Fuck!”
“Not so easy to concentrate, is it?” I said.
I’d just contributed an important lesson to his portfolio of life skills, and safety while driving. They should cover it in Drivers’ Ed.
Sebastian glanced at me then, as we passed a weed-covered, overgrown and empty lot, he pulled over suddenly.
He cut the engine and the sudden silence whispered out between us.
I felt a tremor of apprehension: I had no idea what he was going to do.
“I have a whole box of condoms.”
His voice was quiet but his eyes were blazing. I think my mouth dropped open. Another whole box? Wow!
Two long seconds ticked by as we stared at each other. I don’t know who moved first, but suddenly we were tearing at each other’s clothes.
“Back seat!” I gasped.
I clambered over the seats and felt him bite my ass through my panties. Then he forced me down onto the seat, tugging his T-shirt over his head. I ran my hands greedily over his chest and stomach, then pushed my right hand into his jeans pocket and pulled out the condom packet. It was still wrapped in cellophane so I used my teeth to rip it open. It exploded apart and condoms showered down around us.
Sebastian caught one and kneeled up, tearing the foil. I yanked down his zipper.
“Ow! Careful, Caro!”
“Sorry,” I breathed. “Let me kiss it better.”
There wasn’t much room to maneuver in the backseat but I managed to take him briefly in my mouth before he pulled back and shook his head.
“Caro, I’ll come in about three seconds if you do that – and I want to be inside you.”
“Okay, but let me have a go with the condom; you have all the fun.”
He stared at me as if he couldn’t believe what I’d said, but passed me the little piece of latex. I pinched the nipple like I’d seen him do and then carefully rolled it all the way down to the hilt. It didn’t seem to want to stay in place so I tried tugging it.
Sebastian pushed my hands away, groaning loudly.
“Fuck, Caro!”
The slippery little sucker wouldn’t stay put but Sebastian eventually wrestled it into submission, pulling it down. Seeing him touch himself like that drove me crazy.
His eyes were wild as I grabbed his jeans and dragged them down, running my hands over his firm ass-cheeks.
He groaned louder then clawed at my panties, tugging them roughly down my legs. They were still hooked over one sandal, waving like the flag of a defeated army when he plunged into me.
He buried his head in my neck and I clutched him inside and out.
“Ssh, Sebastian. Let me feel all of you.”
He drew back slowly and I clenched tightly, making him moan again.
“Yes, like that,” I breathed, running my nails over his back.
Twice more he moved inside me slowly, luxuriously, letting me enjoy the delicious sensation, watching my face as I gazed at his. Then he squeezed his eyes shut.
“I can’t! I can’t!” he moaned. “Please, Caro!”
Without waiting for my reply he started pounding into me. I felt his whole body stiffen suddenly and he cried out softly.
For a second I felt his full, crushing weight, then he propped himself up on his elbows and kissed me deeply, lovingly.
I stroked the short, soft bristles at the back of his head then ran my hands down the length of his spine.
“Sorry,” he said, at last, looking shamefaced.
“What for?” I was genuinely confused.
“Well, mostly because I wanted that to last longer for you… but for nearly making you crash, too. Although you got your own back.”
I smiled up at him. “Consider it a life lesson, Sebastian.”
He kissed me again. “I like your lessons, ma’am.”
“Don’t call me ‘ma’am’,” I grumbled at him. “That makes me feel even older.”
He silenced me with another kiss then pulled out carefully.
His face was suddenly chalky under his tan.
“What?” I said, struggling to sit up.
“I can’t find the condom!” he said, gazing at me in panic.