Marked

by Charisse Spiers

  My left hand instinctively moves over the console and rests on her thigh, my fingers touching the inside. "It's just a car. Don't be nervous."

  "A very expensive one."

  "Says the girl that had a Porsche."

  "In my mind that's not even a comparison."

  My hand migrates north, my fingertips close to her middle. "Drive or you do it while I finger fuck you."

  "Fuck, hold on. I'll wreck if you do that."

  She reaches down by the pedals fiddling with something, before tossing her heels in my lap. My middle finger grazes her pussy and she releases the clutch to pump the gas, spinning the wheels as the car jerks forward, slamming me back into the seat. My right arm braces in the window as I watch her shift through the gears, increasing speed quickly. She barely lets up each time she upshifts to the purr of the engine. Not only is she hot as hell, but also she knows how to drive.

  I can't take my eyes off of her. Holy fuck, watching her power shift has me hard as a fucking rock and wanting to bust a nut right here. What the hell? What am I, fifteen and looking at a Playboy magazine? My breathing is ragged as I hold myself in place, keeping my eye on the prize instead of the road. "Stop sign coming up in five minutes. Start downshifting. Stop and switch when you get there. I'm driving the rest of the way. Suddenly, I'm in a hurry."

  My finger slips inside of her pussy, sinking inside the moist mancave that belongs to me. Her legs spread instantly and then start to shake from the constant motion with the pedals as she follows instructions, slowing the car with the transmission. "Fuck, I can't think with you doing that. Stop. I don't want to wreck."

  I start to thrust, completely disregarding her request. My hand is backwards and this isn't very comfortable, but I don't give a fuck. It feels good. "Driving should come second nature. You need to be able to react under sudden changes in conditions."

  She scoots her ass forward, creating a better angle and giving me easier access. "I'm pretty sure that's changing roadway conditions, Kaston, not..." I shove two fingers deep and start contracting my fingers toward my palm, trying to make up for the weird angle of my hand. "Fuck!"

  She suddenly pops the clutch and stomps on the brake as the red stop sign makes its appearance, becoming bright from the headlights. The car halts just past the road sign, barely peeking into the road that runs atop this one, like a capital T. Her head turns with her eyes widened. I press my lips, together trying not to laugh. Her badass image is completely shattered right now with the deer in headlights look. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I told you not to do that shit."

  "If I can still capture your full attention so soon after an orgasm then my job is done, and well." A competitive, cocky grin spreads across my face.

  I remove my fingers from her pussy and pull my limbs back to my side of the car, preparing to change sides. I'm horny as hell and this is mentally becoming a worse idea every second that I want to fuck her. She narrows her eyes and playfully slaps my shoulder. "You ass! Just remember...payback is a bitch and I'm pretty damn vengeful when I want to be."

  My face becomes blank. At this moment I have a want that is now consuming my mind...

  She shifts into neutral and pulls the e-brake, before she opens the door, stepping onto the road barefoot. I match her movements and meet her at the hood of the car, both of us facing one another. She gives me a once-over before walking around me, not saying a word as she gets in the passenger side and shuts the door. What I wouldn't give to know what she's plotting...

  I get in and slightly adjust the seat. Luckily it isn't much since she's a taller girl. I waste no time, shifting and pulling out at a steady pace. "So what were you thinking...awesome road head followed by blue balls just when I'm ready to fucking blow my load in your mouth," I ask half jokingly, but expecting to catch her off guard with the correct guess.

  I should have known better...

  "As tempting as that sounds, no. Then you could finish yourself off as soon as I take my mouth off your cock, using my saliva as a fucking lubricant. Nice try, but I wasn't born yesterday."

  I grip the steering wheel tighter and aggressively upshift, increasing speed, and fighting tooth and nail not to look at her right now. My dick is straining behind my jeans, at the beginning stages of pain. I've gotten hard and soft so many times without coming in the last several hours that my cock would probably resemble that of a blowhole when I finally ejaculate. With every fucking word that comes out of her mouth, the craving to sink into her pussy becomes more prominent.

  Instead of taking her bait I keep staring straight ahead, weaving left and right with the curves of the road, focusing on the final destination. "Fuck, I love this car."

  Without thought my head turns toward her. Her tits staring me in the face almost causes me to lock it down in the middle of the road. She's unhooked her dress from behind her neck, letting the fabric fall to her belly. She isn't wearing a bra and her nipples are hard between her thumb and index fingers as she gropes them in her own hands.

  I bite my tongue and turn back toward the road, acting completely unaffected. "I'm glad," I grit out against my clamped teeth.

  Ten more fucking minutes...

  She moans, drawing my attention once more. When I look back at her she has her feet propped against the dash, spread eagle, and her hand as well as the lower part of her arm have vanished down her front, both now hidden behind the fabric of her dress. Fucking motherfucker she's touching herself. I'm fucked.

  I slow down to a coast and place my hand on her inner thigh, letting it fall toward the movement barely kept secret since her dress is sitting bunched at her hips. She slaps my hand without stopping. She's rubbing to come, not to tease. "No touching. You can only watch...and drive."

  My head veers between her and the road. Her head falls back against the headrest and her eyes close, the movement of her hand confirming she's rubbing her clit. Her moans become more natural and less for show the longer she does it. It's only been a couple of minutes but that aggression and itch to kill someone are coming back. She grabs her fucking breast again and starts pinching her nipple. "Fuck, Lux, let me in."

  She spreads her legs wider, her pussy now peeking out. Hell, it's swollen and wet, visible even under the moonlight coming through the windshield. I growl and try to touch her again. "Don't fucking touch me, Kaston," she shouts in a clipped tone. I turn back to the road, counting to calm the fuck down. She knows good and well a real man would never touch a woman without consent, taking full advantage of the power she has right now. If I pull too hard on the wheel it's either going to break or jerk, causing a wreck.

  If I didn't want to fuck her so bad I swear on everything I'd strangle her for using that tone, not stopping before her world goes black, but giving in just fast enough her heart keeps beating. That's the way she makes me feel, constantly at war with myself between Heaven and Hell. I'm in fucking Purgatory on a near constant basis. She begins to come in the seat beside me, but not because of me, and for some reason that pisses me off royally.

  I can't even watch, and I have found that watching her come is one of my favorite visuals. My chest expands and I crack my neck to each side. The car goes silent except for the sound of the engine as I turn into the final but narrow winding road. From the corner of my eye I notice when she starts wrapping her dress back around her neck, trying to redress herself. "Leave it. You're going to be bare for what you're about to get."

  She grabs my hand and places it at the highest point on her inner thigh, my fingertips beside her pussy. There is so much aggression bottled up inside of me I'm afraid to move while operating a vehicle. I'm almost to the top of the small hill, located on a manmade lake for housing, but away from the houses that surround it.

  She pulls my hand further, dipping the tip into the wet entry, but not pressing inward. She's showing me how wet she is. "Awe, don't be mad. You knew you had it coming, but don't you want to know what I was thinking about when I came...or who?"

  My jaw muscles contract, as I remain silent
, the road opening to a dead end circle overlooking the lake. "Not really."

  I stop and kill the engine, as well as the headlights. The only light is the full moon lighting up the sky and reflecting off of the water in front of us.

  "Hmmm. Well, your loss I guess. Where are we?"

  I pull my hand out of her grasp.

  "A fairly new real estate development for the wealthy. It was designed for the people that want to live outside of Atlanta without trading in any of the luxury they're use to, or prefer, like living next to other rich people. Phase II hasn't even started yet. It's probably a good place to think, or make someone scream without others hearing..."

  She clears her throat.

  "At least before all the houses sell and it's full. I’m sure then the residential teenagers will discover it for a make-out point."

  "It's kind of cool seeing the lights to the houses lit up surrounding the lake."

  She opens the door and gets out, sauntering to the front of the car. She turns to look at me as if waiting for me to accompany her. I need a minute. I need to figure out a way to expel this fucking anger. I can handle the onset, but the housing I can't. We stare at each other through the windshield, my left hand still clamped around the bottom of the steering wheel; seven o'clock.

  She rolls her eyes and refastens her dress behind her neck, before turning around and crossing her arms over her chest. My eyes rake down her body, stopping at her beautiful round ass, barely covered by her dress.

  Beautiful round ass...

  It doesn't matter how much of a vixen your girl is, or how much you even like it, because at some point you still have to enforce a little control to show her who ultimately wears the pants in the relationship, as well as reminding her who she belongs to. No matter what a woman says, she wants to feel a sense of belonging. She wants to be desired. Occasionally she wants to submit to a man's wants; otherwise she would get bored. It is my job to give her all of me, the good as well as the bad. That is the only way to ensure you keep her forever...

  Leaning far enough to reach the glove compartment, I take a condom from inside and shove it in my pocket. I grab the handle and open the door, my mind now made up. Walking up behind her, I move her hair over her shoulder, before unhooking the fabric. "What are you doing? I thought you were pouting," she says sarcastically.

  "This is the part where you only use your mouth for sounds of sex. Any and all else becomes silent. I want your full attention and cooperation. Understood?"

  I grab the bottom hem of her dress and pull it up her body, removing it in one swift motion and throwing it on the windshield. She tries to turn in my arms but I stop her. "I want you like this."

  Her body shivers beneath my touch, her breathing becoming more verbal as it thickens. I step closer behind her, rubbing my hands up the length of her sides, grazing the sides of her breasts before I trace my fingers down her arms, grasping ahold of the backside of her hands. I turn us around to face the car like she was before I got out. Leaning into her to bend her forward, I place her palms on the yellow paint, but far enough up that her entire upper half is laying on the hood of the car. "Kaston," she says looking back at me as I upright myself.

  "Cheek down on the car. We're about to role-play, but fuck high school. This is something high school kids can't even process. You agreed to play, so you're going to give up every need to have the upper hand. You're going to submit your control over yourself to me and I'm going to take it. This time you took it too far. At least when I toyed with you it was with your pleasure in mind and not mine. I haven't kept my body from you since I gave it to you. You came your way, not waiting for me, so now I'm going to do the same. I believe in equality, baby. Do you consent?"

  She breathes for a moment as I unbuckle my belt, before finally whispering, "Yes."

  I remove my shirt to get it out of the way, tossing it on top of her dress. Sliding the condom from my pocket, I place the corner between my teeth while I undo my jeans, pushing them with my briefs to my thighs. I rip the wrapper to the condom and remove it, quickly rolling it on my dick. My hand reaches for her pussy, rubbing upward toward her clit, sending her into a mind fuck; the place I need her. "Arch for me," I demand.

  Without response she does. I grab her ass cheek in my free hand, spreading it from the other even more while I rub in circles over her clit, roughly and in a fast pace. It should still be sensitive enough to get her off fairly quickly. She starts to moan, giving me a hint she's about to come. I line my cock to her pussy and press inside as she starts to orgasm, letting her coat the condom with her cum.

  She arches more dramatically as I fill her. I thrust hard a few times as I position an ass cheek in each hand, spreading them apart as far as they will go. Her skin makes a sound as it slides across the metal. "Oh, fuck, it's so deep."

  Without missing a beat, I pull out and transition the head of my cock to her asshole, quickly exerting my weight against the opening before it can slide back to her pussy. It begins to open, slowly consuming my dick until she takes all of me. No sounds escape her, but her hands are gripped on the car so tensed it looks like she's trying to claw through the metal.

  Without moving my cock, I bend forward and kiss the center of her back, giving her a minute to adjust. The muscle is so tight around my dick I won't last long. Her back finally starts to move as if she's been holding her breath. She clears her throat. "Just do it," she says with pain evident in her voice. "I can take it."

  "This won't take long."

  I stand upright and pull back slowly, allowing her cum and the lubrication on the condom to make it wet enough to continue, before thrusting in a steady rhythm. Every couple thrusts she flexes onto her tiptoes. I watch her back as she moves on the car with each thrust, curving to withstand it. Another thrust with her asshole squeezing my cock and I can feel the tug in my balls, preparing to ejaculate.

  Pulling out, I grab the rim of the condom and slide it off my cock, tossing it onto the ground, before grabbing the base of my shaft and ramming my dick into her pussy, thrusting deep one time before blowing my load inside of her. My pace of breathing accelerates. Fuck that feels good. I squeeze her hips, grinding mine against her ass, letting it all out; every last drop. When my dick stops pulsing, immediately becoming sensitive and starting to soften, I pull out and replace my jeans and briefs in the proper position at my waist, but leave them undone.

  She doesn't make any attempt to stand, so I grab her hip and arm, rolling her over onto her back. Her face is illuminated in the moonlight, showing the tear trail staining her cheeks. I lean toward her and touch one side with my thumb, but she turns her head away, trying to push my hand off. "I'm fine. Stop."

  "Look at me."

  She tries to wipe her face with her palms as she centers her head. "Kaston, I'm fine. So you fucked me in the ass. It's no big deal. No pain, no gain, right. Let me up before I put a dent in your car."

  "It's not my car, and besides that you aren't heavy enough."

  I grab her legs behind her thighs, lifting them and wrapping them around my waist, proving that denting this damn car is the last thing on my mind.

  "I swear I'm going to fucking kill you if you tell me it's stolen."

  "I already told you where it came from. I don't commit crimes; just right them. The world just doesn't understand corporal punishment."

  I lay my lips against hers, before looking back into her eyes. "You're such a fucking guy. If he isn't here that makes it yours."

  "No it doesn't."

  "Then whose it is, Kaston? Enlighten me..."

  "Yours."

  She laughs awkwardly. "No the fuck it isn't."

  "It was mine and I gave it to you. That means it is. What's the problem?"

  Her face becomes serious. "You're serious, aren't you?"

  "I didn't know it was associated with a joke so I guess I am."

  "I can't accept this car."

  "Sure you can."

  "Kaston, I will not accept this car."


  "You can and you will. The decision has already been made. I agreed to financially fund you not all that long ago, when you said that was the disclaimer to fuck you on a constant basis; my cock solely. Consider this number one."

  Her lips part, her mouth falling open.

  "I'm slightly offended. I may like nice things and go after them shamelessly, just in less orthodox ways, but I would never accept something that is sentimental to you."

  "Just take the fucking car, Lux. If I honestly thought you were a fucking gold digger it wouldn't have been even a thought in passing. It'll take me a while to tell you things, because trusting people in my world never ends well, but it's a slap across the face if you decline the offer. It's one hundred percent yours. It's not a bargaining tool. I have no use for it and you don't have a car. No normal person leaves a car like this to sit up in a garage. The memories of him are all I need, not a damn car. I'll transfer the title in your name if you'll just take it."

  My palms press onto the windshield, but close enough to the frame that it doesn't bust, to hold my weight above her as I lean in closer. "Just don't ever fucking tell me not to touch you again. I can't explain it, so don't ask me to, but whether it's sexual or not, I want you, and that includes touching. This time was me calming down. Next time I'll come unglued."

  Her feet link behind me, tightening her hold around my waist as her eyes scan mine. "Okay."

  "Every place on your body will be touched by me, fucked by me, licked by me, and belongs to me. You're becoming an obsession and a need. Don't deny me what's mine and I'll never deny you anything."

  "I understand," she whispers. My hands snake under her back and I lift her off the hood. Her arms wrap around my neck and she presses her naked body to my bare torso. "What are you doing?"