After lying in bed longer than we should have, we were late setting off again, so Conor has driven like a demon for the past hour and a half to try and makeup some time. We figure driving eight hours a day will get us back to New York in four days and leave us plenty of time to rest in the evening.
As we drive along the highway, I flick through the radio channels, trying to find some decent music.
“No country!” Conor warns.
“But I love country,” I pout.
“I’ve got something much better,” he says with a grin as he takes his cell from the center console and pushes a few buttons before turning up the volume. “Do you remember this?” he grins at me as the sound of Ride It by DJ Regard fills the car.
The flush creeps over my cheeks. Of course I remember it. It’s one of my favorite songs in the world and he and I danced to it one night at his club. It was so hot we were practically banging on the dance-floor.
I settle back against the seat as the thumping bass vibrates through my body and I recall in vivid, Technicolor detail Conor’s hands on my ass and his lips on my neck as he rubbed his thick cock against me. “Conor. Pull the car over!” I say sharply and he looks at me in alarm as he swerves to the side of the road.
“What?” he frowns.
Unclipping my seatbelt, I climb over onto his lap, feeling the powerful surge of heat between my thighs. I’ve only been with him for a little over twenty-four hours and he has already turned me back into a raging sex addict. I can’t get enough of him.
“Oh?” he growls at me and then presses a button to push his seat back before unclipping his own belt. I reach down and unbutton his jeans and he lifts his hips so he can pull them down slightly to allow his impressive cock enough room to spring free.
“I fucking love these sexy little denim skirts you’ve started wearing, Angel,” he chuckles as he reaches beneath my skirt and pulls my panties down my legs. I push myself up onto my knees and between us we manage to wriggle them off completely. Conor keeps hold of them and stuffs them into the pocket of his jeans. I look into his deep brown eyes and they are dark with lust. As I shift my hips closer to him, he lifts his hands to my hair, brushing it off my face before he leans forward and runs his teeth over the soft skin of my throat and sucks gently on a tender spot beneath my ear.
“Conor!” I groan loudly as I roll my hips over his cock, coating it with my slick arousal and whimpering at the friction as it rubs against my clit.
“Take it whenever you want it, Angel,” he whispers against my ear. “I’ll let you be in control just this once.”
The music fills the car and the beat pulses through my body as I reach down and take his cock in my hand before guiding it into my hot entrance. I have no time for patience or for teasing him right now because I am desperate to feel him inside me. I sink low onto him and moan loudly at the absolute relief I experience when he fills my pussy so completely.
“Fuck! Jessie,” he hisses as my walls squeeze around him. I’m on the edge already and we’re barely even moving. He slips his hands under my skirt again and grabs golds of my hips, his fingertips pressing into my soft flesh. “Show me how much you want me, Angel. I want to watch you make yourself come on my cock.”
“Conor,” I breathe as I plant my hands on his muscular shoulders and start to ride him, just like the song lyrics tell me to, as it plays over and over on repeat. Pressing my forehead against his, I bite my lip as I watch him slowly losing control while I move my hips over him, sinking deeper and deeper as his huge cock stretches me wider and my arousal coats the two of us.
“Damn, Angel, you feel so good riding me. You’re going to make me come too fast,” he grinds out the words as he tries to hold off from his impending release. His breathing comes fast and heavy and his fingers dig further into my hips as he drops his head to my neck and begins to nuzzle at that perfect, sweet spot beneath my ear that he knows drives me crazy. I throw my head back and thank God for the tinted windows in this car because I am about to come right here on the side of the highway while cars pass by.
Conor knows my body far too well, and as soon as he realizes I am on the edge too, he pulls my hips down, holding me in place while he thrusts upwards into me.
“Oh, God,” I gasp.
“You take my cock so fucking good, Jessie,” he groans as the tip of his length rubs against that place deep inside me and a few seconds later my orgasm tears through my body, and I come with a violent shudder as I shout his name. Wrapping his arms around me, he holds me tight as I grind down further onto him and a moment later, he bites down on my neck as he finds his own release.
When we have both stopped trembling, he lifts his head and looks into my eyes. “I think this is going to have to be our song now,” he chuckles softly.
“I guess it will,” I smile at him. “I will never hear it again and not think of you.”
He pulls my face to his and kisses me deeply while his cock still throbs in my pussy and I melt into him as he fucks my mouth with his skilled tongue.
“Damn, Angel,” he groans when he eventually pulls back. “I could go again in about two minutes, but I think we need to get going before a cop stops by and I have to roll down this window. And if anyone were to get a glimpse of your beautiful pussy, I would have to kill them. Cop or no cop. So, even though I was intending on keeping these panties, I’m going to give them back to you because your bare pussy is far too distracting.”
I smile as I climb off him. “Fine. I can’t be having some poor cop’s death on my conscience, can I? Besides, we need to make up time from this morning.”
He pulls up his jeans and fishes my panties from his pocket before handing them to me. “Yeah, and that was your fault too.”
“My fault?” I arch an eyebrow at him as I slide my underwear back on. “I seem to remember it was you who wouldn’t let me get out of bed.”
“Well, how the fuck am I supposed to do that when your naked ass is pressed up against me, Angel? We’ll never make it home in time if you don’t stop tempting me with this sexy body of yours.”
I can’t help but grin as I crawl back into my seat and Conor laughs as he starts up the engine.
