Have you ever had one of those moments that throws you back to being a teenager? That’s exactly what this moment feels like, although Tinley wasn’t your typical teenager so sneaking off somewhere semi-private to have sex wasn’t something she ever partook in. Heck, she didn’t even lose her virginity until college, and even then, it wasn’t a very noteworthy experience. She definitely had no idea what she was doing, and the guy didn’t know much more. He was a self-proclaimed Casanova, and the entire incident fell quite flat—literally, the dude couldn’t keep it up to save his life—but that was her mistake in attempting to hook up with a guy who preferred smoking pot in his dorm room to actually going to class.

To be honest, every single memory of hers involving sex has pretty much been a disaster. Maybe she’s just destined for bad sex for the rest of her life. She’s gotten pretty good at having a fun time with her B.O.B., so it’s not like sex is really a necessity in her life anyway.

Marek leads the way, dragging Tinley through the dark parking garage until they end up beside his Highlander. It’s a good thing he decided to drive it today rather than his motorcycle as usual. He presses up against her, and her back hits the cold metal of the car door. He leans his head down and presses his forehead to hers. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“You’re kidding me, right? You’re trying to talk me out of this?”

“No.” He shakes his head and opens the back door of his vehicle. “I’m really hoping you don’t say no. I’m getting ready to blow my load in my pants if we don’t actually do this, but it will permanently change things between us, so I just want to make sure you’re sure. I’m not a complete dick, but fuck you’ve got me all worked up here, and I’d rather not have a repeat of blue balls again.”

“Stop trying to be the voice of reason here Marek. You’re ruining the mood. Let’s go. Rock out with your cock out and all that.” She turns around and hops in the back seat, hiding her bright red face. She can’t believe those words just left her mouth. She’s no prude, but that C-word has never left her lips before. It felt fitting for the mood, but now she feels like finding a hole to crawl into and die in. Way to go on the awkward scale, Tinley.

Marek lets out a small chuckle, but her embarrassment is quickly forgotten as he kisses his way down her face and nibbles lightly on her ear. She moans as he sucks right where her ear and neck meet and holy wow. The tingles engulf her body. He pushes her slightly, and she leans down, lying flat on his back seat. The aforementioned cock of his is rock hard and pressing against her stomach. Tinley’s mind starts to race about his size and whether or not he’ll be able to fit. It’s hard to tell through his jeans, but he doesn’t seem overly big; then again, all the guys she’s been with have definitely been on the smaller side, or so she thinks.

Getting more confident than she’s ever been before, she slides her hand down his body and cups him through the denim. Groaning, he rubs himself against her hand as he continues his trail of nips and kisses down her body. His rough, calloused hand runs along her collarbone and across her shoulder, sending chills down her spine. She continues rubbing her hand over his jeans, and he moans in her ear before biting down roughly on her shoulder.

“Marek, I want you,” she moans breathily.

He removes her hand from him and holds both arms above her head. Gruffly he tells her, “Leave those there.”

She can’t even think past the next word out of her mouth as he pulls down the front of her dress and instantly takes one of her nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the tiny nub over and over, and her breathing quickens. She’s panting heavily and never knew how intensely pleasurable having her nipples played with could be. With a pop, he releases her and sits up. He pushes her dress up over her waist, and the cold air on her skin reminds her of the panties currently tucked away in his pocket.

She starts to say something but her words come out gurgled as Marek forces her right leg out as far as it will go and dives forward. Her legs start to clench up at the thought of what she knows he’s about to do. This is, for the most part, no man’s land. The pothead attempted it when he couldn’t get himself off, but it was awkward and uncomfortable—too much saliva and not enough pleasure. That was the first time she ever faked it, but not the last.

In one swift moment, his tongue is on her, and any thought of college boy goes completely out the window. Her breathing and sighs become animalistic as he swirls his tongue around and focuses right in on her clit. Her legs start shaking from being stretched so far apart, but the familiar coil in the pit of her stomach starts up and any cramping is long forgotten.

He alternates between tongue-fucking her, thrashing away at her clit, and flat-out kissing her. The combination of rough and gentle has her screaming at the top of her lungs, and she hopes beyond anything else that he never stops. He shoves one then two fingers inside her, curving them both slightly and hitting her sweet spot inside. That’s all it takes before her orgasm is ripping through her body and the shockwaves rack her.

The intensity starts slowing down, but his attack on her body does anything but. He latches his mouth on her clit and sucks while flicking his tongue against it. Her whole body shakes as the familiar buildup starts again, and she’s totally lost herself to all comprehension. Her breathing is hard and rough, and she’s so incredibly close to that release. She’s become a greedy woman who wants nothing but orgasms over and over again.

He slides one of the fingers out of her and runs it along toward her backside. No, not happening. That’s an exit-only zone. She starts wiggling, but before she can get a word out, his finger slides right in, and she sees stars. If she thought her first orgasm was unbelievable, this one is mind-blowing. She completely lets go and lets her body take over as she feels everything. The waves continue hitting one after the other as her body greedily pulsates and sucks his fingers in deeper.

It isn’t until she hears the familiar rip of the condom wrapper that she realizes he’s moved away from her again. Her body continued riding out the waves, and she just barely came crashing back down.

“Do you know how incredibly fucking sexy you look and sound as you come? I could do that to you all day.”

All embarrassment or shyness has completely disappeared and only left a bolder Tinley as she replies, “I’d be one hundred percent okay with that. Nobody, and I mean nobody, has ever done that for me before, and definitely not like that.”

“Which part?” He lies back down and kisses her on the mouth. “Multiple orgasms or go down on you?”

“Both?”

He leans up and looks her in the eyes. “What do you mean both? Never?”

She shrugs slightly. “No guy has ever given me an orgasm before. I thought I was broken.”

“You’re definitely not broken. You’ve just been with the wrong guys.”

“I get that—ahh.”

Before she can finish her sentence, he slides right in with one swift movement and completely fills her up. It’s been so long that the sudden fullness is slightly painful at first, but as he slides out and then back in, her body adjusts to his size quickly. Their mouths come together as he moves at a slow, leisurely pace.

“So good. So fucking tight.”

She lets out a slew of gurgled moans as she lets herself feel every single place where they’re connected.

“I’m almost there. Bring your hand down between us and touch yourself.”

She starts to feel embarrassed at the thought. She’s never been comfortable with the idea of masturbating, let alone touching herself in someone else’s presence, but he pulls her hand down, and she slides her fingers against her clit. She moans out and moves her fingers faster and faster at a steady pace. She didn’t even know it was possible, but the familiar buildup starts again.

Marek grunts and asks, “Are you there?”

Tinley picks up the pace, and without even realizing it, she starts yelling, “I’m coming. I’m coming.”

Everything goes dark as she closes her eyes and lets her body take over. It goes on for what feels like minutes, hours, maybe days even, and then she starts crashing back down to earth off of the most incredible high her body has ever experienced.

Holy shit. She takes it all back and then some. If that is what she’s been missing this entire time, there is no way in hell she can go back to the misery of bad sex. Whatever that was…just wow. You read about epic sex in Cosmopolitan or romance novels, but she always assumed it was exaggerated. No boy or man has ever given her an orgasm before, let alone multiple, and if that’s how Marek performs cramped in a car, what the hell does he have in store for her when they’re actually in a bed?