Chapter Six

Nina

I don’t know what the hell got into me.

I was looking up into his pained eyes, and we were up on this deserted highway with the lights and the stars. I had his jacket around my shoulders, the leather smelled warm and musky like sex, and the air stinging my face was cold and exhilarating. I don’t fucking know. I kissed him. I kissed my tattooed bartender stepbrother. And I didn’t care anymore. Fuck perfection. Forget Dad.

I drove my lips against Eli, and his mouth was hard. It opened for me slowly, letting me in piece by piece until his tongue was in my mouth and our arms snaked around each other. It was hot enough to kindle a fire between our bodies.

His hands crept inside the leather jacket, sliding between my sweater and bare skin. I giggled at his cold fingers and then moaned softly as he squeezed my tingling breast. “Fuck,” he groaned. My hips bucked as his thumb grinded over my nipple.

I swung my thigh over Eli’s hips and straddled him, already soaking wet, barely thinking. Even the denim grinding against my wetness brought some small relief. I went for his lips again, and we kissed hungrily, but he went for my hips with his hands. His rough touch twisted over me, grinding his dick between my split thighs. I rode against him and both his hands were inside my bra and around my tits again, letting me do the grinding by myself. I was dizzy. Jolts of pleasure hit my clit with every dry hump between us.

“This is probably a bad idea,” Eli panted.

At the same time, I reached back to unclasp my bra, and Eli’s hands went to his zipper. I fished my bra out of the sweater and tossed it into the weeds. Fuck it. Eli rolled me down into the grass, pinning me.

My sweater peeled away, and his hot mouth roved over my nipple, slathering it and sucking at it. “Definitely not wearing a wire,” he breathed on my bare skin. “Unless it’s down here.” His hands jammed down into my jeans, so desperate and ragged that I didn’t think he’d immediately find my clit with expert precision. His fingers crept into my panties and split my pussy lips apart. “Oh, fuck,” Eli called out, like he was hoping something would stop him.

His fingers flicked and circled and twiddled against me so hard. My thighs spread and humped, my eyes were closed, and I was afraid to break and come all over his hand, but I wanted to. Oh, god, it was going to happen.

“Eli,” I whimpered. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Good,” he panted back. “I want to feel you pour, Nina. Pour for me.” His middle finger, hard with a callous at the tip from God knows what, worked at me until I got hot and dizzy and the snap came.

Everything went kind of orange, and orgasm crushed down between my legs. I turned my head to the side, calling out my relief and my gratitude while Eli breathed against my neck and didn’t stop.

He pushed his pants out of the way and let his cock come between us as the final strings of my orgasm faded. My eyes bulged open. I was electrified awake by the smooth, hard sensation of his cock’s skin against my wet pussy. It felt so right and so wrong at the same time, but it also sapped my will to resist. “You’ve got the Devil’s cock,” I groaned, rubbing against his tip. “We can’t, but I don’t care.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” he whispered against my ear.

Even out here, on the side of the road like a hooker, I wanted him inside me, raw and full. I didn’t even want him to pull out. I wanted to feel him spasm inside me.

“Touch me,” Eli rasped against my ear, and I gasped softly at the command. My hands went down to him and I needed both of them to fully wrap around his dick and pump. I didn’t know if I was scared or excited as I handled that thing. He was wet and slick with pre-cum. My eyes closed, and the world around us was only as big as our two bodies. I forgot we were outside. I forgot that it was cold. The whole world was panting and heat and his weight on top of me.

“I want you,” I said, sounding drugged. All my thoughts bubbled in my head.

“I want you, too,” he growled back, peeling my jeans off of my ass and slicking his head up and down my strip, sliding in my juices. “Tell me you’re ready.”

“I’m ready,” I breathed, and his length slipped inch by inch into me, filling me until my mind boggled and my walls stretched. He was too big, and I was too tight, but we were both so wet that it didn’t matter. “Oh, god… Eli. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

He hunkered down low on top of me, trapping our body heat in a crackling bubble between us, and stroked into me again and again, long and graceful. I could feel the roundness of his head inside me, feel how contoured he was, triggering so many nerve endings.

My pussy trembled and twisted around him, sucking at him, milking him. I wanted to cry. It was so good. I’d never had it like this before.

I buried my face in his throat, and he thrust as deep as a lightning bolt. Orgasm swept through me again, another hot, tingling wave rushing from my cunt up to my face, and tears stung my eyes.

So good. Oh, god…

“Here I come,” Eli growled. His face crowded close to mine, and his hands gripped my hair and tugged. “Fuck… fuck…”

“Oh, Eli,” I whimpered. His cock grew inside me and another sweet little orgasm tickled deep down in my pussy. I was sweating, everything tingled, and my pussy flexed around him as I came again.

Eli drove to the hilt and pumped, grunting softly, like the pleasure was almost pain. His thick head popped and pulsed in me, again and again and again.