by Parker, Ali
“Good,” I said loftily, reaching down under the seat to pull the lever and drag the seat forward. I tested the clutch again and nodded with approval. Then I went about the tedious process of adjusting all of his mirrors. When I was done, I shot him a sideways glance. “You’re not going to tell me how to drive a stick?”
Mason chuckled as I turned the ignition. He rolled his window down and hung one arm over the ledge, letting his wrist dangle in the cool night air. “I assume you know how to drive a manual.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “You’ve grown up with Benji. I can’t picture a universe where he’d be okay with his little sister not knowing how to drive a stick.”
“I suppose that’s sound logical.”
“I would also hope you wouldn’t ask to drive a car as nice as this if you didn’t know how to drive it.”
I grinned. “It would be cruel of me to grind the gears.”
Mason nodded. “Come on. Show me what you’ve got.”
I pushed the shifter forward and to the left as I dropped the clutch and applied the gas. I pulled away from the curb, picked up speed, and slid into second as I merged in with traffic, and then wove around a couple of cars as I brought it up to third and picked up speed. It all happened in a matter of seconds, and I could feel Mason’s eyes on me as I cut ahead of a pack of cars and really gave it some gas.
“All right,” Mason said with a grin, “I did not expect this.”
“Did you think I’d drive like a grandma?”
Mason gripped the door as I cut through a narrow opening between a taxi and a Prius. “Shit,” he said before roaring with childish laughter. Somebody flipped me the bird out of their window, and it spurred me forward. I sped ahead, geared down, and slid around a right corner. Mason was still laughing his ass off, and I couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face as I stepped down on the gas hard again. “Benji never taught you this!”
I took another corner and straightened out. The engine roared, and I tightened my grip on the wheel. “No, he did not.”
“Who the hell did?”
“Nobody,” I shrugged. “I learned to drive on a manual. My first car was a beat up old pick up truck with big ass tires and a lifted frame. Totally impractical in the city, of course.”
“Of course.”
“I traded the truck in for a Prelude when I was nineteen.”
Mason made a sound in the back of his throat. I couldn’t tell if it was bemusement or something else. “You were one of those girls. I can see it. I would have been all over you if we knew each other back then.”
“I used to try to convince Benji to race, but he’d never bite. I think he was afraid I’d beat him.”
“Back in the day? Probably?”
I smiled as we peeled down the street, whizzing by streetlights and pedestrians lingering at curbs. “I guess it was better for his sake. He was able to keep his pride by never racing me. And I wouldn't stand a chance against him now.”
I took a left, and then we were traveling down a more residential street with row houses on either side. A park appeared on the right, and darkness swallowed us up as I brought the car to a stop at the curb.
“The joy ride is over?” Mason asked.
I turned the car off and nodded. “I think if I keep going, I’d push my limits too much and make a mistake.”
“At least you know when to quit.” Mason chuckled.
I sighed and rested my head back. “It felt good, though. To go fast like that.”
Mason unclipped his seat belt. “It felt good to watch you.”
I smiled. So did he.
“Were you trying to turn me on?” he asked.
I rolled my head toward him. “No. Not deliberately.”
“Well. You did.”
I giggled. “I’m sorry. I can’t help you with that right now.”
“Sure you can,” he said. Then he patted his hands on his thighs. “Get your ass over here.”
I felt my eyes widen as I looked around. “Here?”
“Yeah. Why the hell not? I’m no good at waiting, and it’s dark. Nobody’s around. The windows are tinted. Come and sit in my lap. I can see it in your eyes.”
“See what?” I breathed.
Mason flicked open the button of his pants and then pulled down the fly. “You want it as badly as me. So come and get it.”
I peered around. He was right. Nobody was around, and if they were, they were probably in their living rooms or bedrooms watching television or curled up with a good book. It was close to ten in the evening on a Sunday. Surely, nobody in this neighborhood would realize two people were fucking in a car on their street—a car that definitely didn’t belong in this area.
My skin was hot. My body was primed for sex. My lips felt fuller and tingly, and my mouth was wet. That place below my stomach was aching with desire as I watched Mason finish undoing his pants. He pulled his cock free. He was hard and ready, and the sight of him sent my flustered body into overdrive.
My nipples strained against the inside of my dress. The fabric seemed hell-bent on teasing me, grazing my breasts as I shifted in my seat to lean over the console between us. Maybe I should have worn a bra.
When I was hovering over his lap, Mason gathered my hair up off my face. His fingertips pressed into the back of my neck, urging me down, and I ran my tongue along the base of his shaft. His grip in my hair tightened. I went to my knees in the driver’s seat and angled toward him as I wet my lips with my tongue. Ever so slowly, I took him in my mouth, sealed my lips over his cock, and worked my way all the way down his length until I couldn’t fit any more.
“Fuck,” Mason grated above me.
I liked the sound of his pleasure. His breathing quickened almost immediately, and he relaxed into the seat as I began working my mouth up and down his shaft, flicking my tongue over his velvet soft tip whenever I rose to the top.
It wasn’t long before Mason was running a hand down my spine. He gathered the skirt of my dress up over my hips and let the fabric gather around my waist, exposing my bare ass. If the windows weren’t tinted and somebody were to walk by right now they would have a great view of my hasn’t-been-seen-by-the-sun-in-six-months ass and the thin strip of my black panties.
Mason slapped my ass. Hard.
I yelped, but the sound was muffled by his cock buried in my mouth, and Mason chuckled above me as he ran two fingers beneath my panties, working his way down, between my lips, and then running them along my opening. “Somebody is ready for a good fucking,” he said.
I answered by taking all of him deep into my throat. He groaned above me and worked his fingers inside my pussy. I was so wet. As I continued sucking him off he fucked me with two fingers, sliding in and out of me and then holding them deep inside to flick them in come-hither motions.
My pussy tightened around his fingers as I got closer to my orgasm.
Mason could feel it. He continued his merciless rhythm, and I tried to withstand it, but I caved, and my legs trembled as I came. I moaned and whimpered with his cock in my mouth, and his other hand tightened in my hair and held me down. Air seemed unimportant. All I was aware of was the pleasure and the man’s cock in my mouth who was responsible for giving me that pleasure.
I worshipped his dick how he deserved. I used my tongue and my throat and my hands, and I didn’t plan on stopping, but he pulled me off, grabbed my wrists, and guided me over the console to pull me into his lap.
Mason wrapped his arms around my waist and held me to him as we kissed. His cock pressed up against my pussy. My eagerness had my panties soaked through within seconds. Mason could feel it. He smiled into our kiss and rolled his hips, grinding his cock against my panties.
“Stop,” I breathed.
“Why?”
“Just fuck me. Please.”
Mason chuckled and nibbled at my bottom lip before nudging my face to the side with his own. His stubble grazed my cheek as he kissed the side of my neck before nipping at m
y earlobe. He let me fish a condom out of his pocket.
I leaned back as he tore it open and rolled it on. My shoulder blades rested on the dashboard, and Mason pulled my panties to the side. He angled his cock toward me, and I slid forward to take him inside me.
I rocked forward. Mason gripped my thighs. Every muscle in my body strained as I rolled my hips in his lap. “Yes,” I moaned.
Mason pushed my hair off my face and crushed his lips against mine. As I started bouncing up and down on his cock, the car was shaking. There was no way we were hiding what we were doing in here. And I didn’t give a damn.
“Ride that cock, baby,” Mason growled. “Fuck.”
He pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders and then jerked the top of it down to expose my breasts. He cupped them in his hands and flicked his thumbs over my nipples as I rode him. I wrapped my arms around his neck while I rolled my hips and bounced, working up to a climax that was going to blow my mind.
He kissed my breasts and sucked on my nipples. I moaned, and so did he.
Rain started pattering on the hood as we quickened our rhythm. Mason cupped my ass and lifted me up and down on his dick.
I whimpered. I couldn't hold it back any longer. “I’m coming.” I shuddered.
Mason bucked his hips beneath me. I let out a shriek of pleasure as the orgasm I’d been keeping at bay broke over me. My legs trembled as my muscles spasmed, and I moaned his name over and over as Mason held on to me and fucked me until he was done too. As he came, he kissed my neck and worked his way to my mouth. He suckled on my tongue, and I rotated my hips in slow circles until both of us broke apart and stared into each other’s eyes.
I rested my forehead against his and sighed as he gently massaged my thighs. We sat there until our breathing returned to normal. Then I kissed him, and our tongues explored each other’s mouths as I sat in his lap with his cock still inside me.
Chapter 33
Mason
I slid the straps of Laina’s dress back up her arms before she swung her leg over and climbed back into the driver’s seat. She slumped against the back of the seat and closed her eyes. I watched her chest rise and fall and ached to be back inside her. But I had to get her home. It was late, and the rain had really started to come down. It was falling so heavily that it bounced off the hood of the car, and we could barely see farther than twenty or so feet down the street.
I zipped up my pants and patted her knee. “I’ll drive.”
She opened her eyes and smiled. “Thank you.”
We got out of the car and traded places. After she buckled herself up, I started the car and pulled out onto the street, and we headed back to my house to find the driveway empty.
“Did Rick say he was going out tonight too?” Laina asked.
I parked the car and killed the headlights. The sound of rain hitting the metal frame flooded my ears. “No. I wonder if he and Ginny are spending some quality time together.”
Laina giggled. “Who would have thought that they ever had a chance of being a thing?”
“Definitely not me. Rick is usually more into chicks like Harley.”
“Aren’t all men into chicks like Harley?” Laina asked.
She opened her door, and we hurried out of the car. She covered her head with her arms, but it was no use. The raindrops were too fat and coming down too fast. We were soaked through by the time we ducked under my front stoop.
“Not all men,” I said.
“Sorry?”
“Not all men are into women like Harley,” I said, answering her earlier question.
“Bullshit,” she said. But she was smiling. “Harley has got to be the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. And she’s fierce as hell. A total badass.”
I gave her a skeptical look as I held the front door open for her. She slipped by me and bent down to undo the ankle straps of her heels. “You’re a badass too, Laina.”
She pulled off her right shoe and moved to work on the left one. “Ha. Yeah, right. I’m nothing like Harley.”
“If I recall correctly, you punched Sid in the face and kicked Mark in the balls. I’d say that earns you the badass badge. Easily.”
Laina kicked off her second shoe and straightened up, giving me a flirty smile. “If you say so.” Her mascara had started to run in the rain. Her hair was growing wilder by the second, and I couldn't think of a time where she’d looked more beautiful. Except in the mornings when she was asleep and the sun was shining in on her. That was a view that couldn’t be beaten.
“I do say so,” I said, putting my hand in the small of her back. “Come on. Let’s get you out of that wet dress and into something warmer.”
Laina turned to me and pushed her straps off. Then she pulled the dress down and wiggled her hips before it fell to the floor around her ankles. She stepped out of it and was now in nothing but her black panties. “All done,” she cooed.
I smirked and stripped out of my wet clothes too. She watched with hungry eyes, her hips swaying as she stood in place before me. Her toes curled in the living room rug, and she glanced toward my liquor collection. “Should we have a drink?”
“Sure,” I said. “Let me fix you something. You get comfortable.”
Laina went to my sofa and draped herself across it. Her body was gorgeous, all lean lines and gentle curves. She crossed one leg over the other and shook out her wet hair over the back of the sofa as I came back to her side with a drink. I handed it to her.
“What is it?” she asked, sniffing at the edge of the glass.
“Whiskey on the rocks.”
She took a sip. “That’s strong.”
“As it should be.”
Laina continued sipping her drink and so did I. Once she had indulged in a couple small mouthfuls, she put her glass down on the coffee table. “So. Only one more race.”
I nodded. “Yep.”
She looked at me out of the corner of her eye. “Do you think you’ll win?”
“I know I will.”
She looked at her lap.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, inching closer to her on the sofa. Our bare thighs touched, and she looked up at me. Her eyes weren’t lit with desire and joy the way they had been earlier. She looked concerned.
“I’m scared for you,” she whispered.
“Why?”
Laina let out a soft laugh. “Why? Because you’re important to me, Mason. All this time we’ve spent together has been really nice, and I… I care about you. I don’t want you to get hurt. Or worse.”
I reached out and caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into my touch. When she opened her eyes again, I stared into their blue depths. “Nothing’s going to happen to me. We’ll put this behind us and spend our time doing better things.”
“Better things?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
“Yeah. Things like what we did tonight.”
“Go on dates?” she smiled.
I nodded. “Yeah. You’re important to me too, Laina. I don’t want this thing between us to stop. For any reason. I won’t jeopardize it by being reckless on Saturday. Well, any more reckless than I usually am. I want to come back to you when it’s done.”
She curled into my side. “That makes me happy.”
I stroked her thick wet hair. “Saturday is a week away, you know. That gives us plenty of time to do whatever we’d like.”
“Oh?” She looked up at me.
“Yeah.”
“Did you have something in mind?”
I grinned. “I can think of a few things.”
“Tell me.”
“I want to spend the whole week with you. Fucking. Kissing. Lying in bed all day. Making you breakfast.” I pushed her down onto the sofa and pinned her beneath me. “I want to taste that pussy of yours every day. I want to lose myself in you.”
Laina lifted her hips to press firmly up against me. She must have felt the thickness of my erection because a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “I would
like that too.”
She barely finished her sentence before I sealed my mouth over hers. She sucked in a deep breath and rolled her hips as I kissed her. Her skin was still cold against mine as she hooked one leg around my waist and an arm around my neck.
“Let’s get you warmed up,” I said.
“You’re warming me up right now.” She giggled.
I pushed up and rolled to my feet. When I offered her my hand, she accepted it, and I pulled her up too. “How about a hot shower?”
“That sounds nice. Together?”
“Of course.”
Laina followed me up the stairs. Her feet were soundless on my carpeted stairs, and I looked back over my shoulder to watch her as she moved. Her hips swayed gently from side to side, and her fingers trailed over the banister. She smiled at me as she followed and then let out a mischievous giggle when she reached out and swatted my ass.
“Watch yourself, woman,” I said when we reached the top of the stairs.
She slipped around behind me and took another swipe at my rear end. “What are you going to do about it, Street King?”
I laughed and chased her down the hall. She squealed playfully and ducked into my bedroom, where I caught her around the waist and threw her onto the bed. “Stay here. I’m going to get the water running.”
“Okay,” she said, watching me stand up. Then she let her legs fall open, and she reached down to rub herself over her panties. “I won’t go anywhere.”
“That’s cruel.”
“Is it?” she asked. Her voice was thin. Strained. I watched as she nudged her panties aside, exposing her smooth, swollen pussy as she rubbed her clit. “I’m just doing what you said. I’ll wait here.”
“Tease.”
She eased a finger into herself. Blood rushed straight from my head to my cock. What was I supposed to be doing again? Something with water. Right?
I licked my lips and stepped toward her.
Lana closed her legs and shook her head at me. Then she lifted one leg and pointed with her foot toward the bathroom. “I thought you were going to turn the shower on and get it warmed up for us.”
