Welcome to my 35th post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, Back Seat Sex. You don’t have to use the prompt but I like the inspiration, and challenge. The prompt for this week was a little on the naughty side so you’ll have to click the image below to see the actual pic used:
Back Seat Sex
I straddled his lap, grinding against him as we kissed. We were both still fully clothed, or almost fully clothed, he’d managed to get me out of my bra. We were supposedly here to enjoy the view; they’d announced there was going to be a meteor shower and we thought the cliff top would be the perfect place to watch. And it was for about ten minutes, then we got…distracted.
We’d been kissing when he pulled me towards him, lifting me over the gear stick, so I’m straddling him. He’s kissing me hard, and I feel his hands moving under my vest, gripping my tits, squeezing them. When his hands slide around my back so he can unhook my bra, I lean back yanking down my straps, and pulling it off. I drop it on my empty seat. He’s squeezing my tits, pushing them together, and massaging them. He pinches the nipples until they’re hard and standing out against the thin cotton of my vest.
He slides one arm around my back lifting me slightly, and pulling my vest up. He drops his head to lick a nipple, sucking it into his mouth before catching it with his teeth, and pulling. Pushing my chest against his mouth I moan, reaching down between us to rub his cock through his jeans. Now his mouth is on my other breast, teasing and circling the nipple, gently sucking. He’s hard, straining against his fly, and I shift so I can grind against him again.
Which is when my ass hits the car horn. We both jump, and I know I’ll have a bruise where he’s just bitten the side of my breast. We look at each other, then my mouth twitches, and I can’t stop myself. I put my head on his shoulder as I giggle. I can feel him smiling against my hair, and I shift…hitting the horn again. This time we both start laughing, my giggles changing to full on laughter, I open his door and spill out of the car. Standing by his door leaning against it as I laugh. He follows me out, moving around me to open the back door. He slides in head first, laying along the seat, and he grins at me. I shut the driver door and step around to the back. I realise he’s taken his shoes off.
He holds his arms out, inviting me to slide in. Keeping eye contact I lean in but instead of getting in with him, I unbutton his fly. As I move the denim his cock springs up, standing to attention. I tug at his waist band and he lifts his hips, I pull his jeans down, leaving them gathered around his ankles. I step back and unzip my jeans, sliding them all the way off, and dropping them in the foot well, before I climb in the back seat with him. Lying on top of him, his cock pressed between us as we kiss, I can wiggle and feel him twitch under me. He sneaks a hand down, holding my knickers to one side so he can slip a finger between my lips, curling it to tease me.
He breaks our kiss, pushing me up as he grabs the bottom of my vest, tugging it up so he can get to my breasts. He holds onto me as he shuffles backwards, so he is half leaning on the door. Putting his mouth at the perfect angle to suck my nipples. My legs either side of his torso, his cock pressed up against his abdomen as I grind myself back and forth over it, my damp knickers rubbing us both. His mouth and finger are getting rougher, his movements becoming more uneven. He pulls his finger out of me, hooking it around my knickers, trying to move them. When he can’t shift them enough, he suddenly growls, biting my nipple, and twisting his finger. I feel the thin lace rip, as he whispers my name, his voice pleading.
I hold the back of the seat as I lift myself up, gripping his cock with my other hand guiding him in. As I slide down onto him, he moans, and moves his hand, his thumb now circling my clit, brushing over it, and making me throb. Knowing I don’t have the headroom to bounce, I tighten my pelvic floor, and rock against him, it’s a move that make me come quick. He moves his hands to my hips, supporting me and letting me control it. He moves his head back his breathing ragged, and when my third orgasm starts building, the tightening and release push him towards his own orgasm. The waves are rushing up inside of me feeling like a constant building up, and I grab his arm as I ride towards climax. When I tighten my grip, my nails digging into his skin, he leans forwards, biting my nipple, and my orgasm crashes over me. Feeling me climax pushes him over the edge, and he comes hard. He whispers my name as he pulls me down to lay on top of him, then kisses my forehead.
We’re standing outside the car, getting our clothes straightened when I look up, and there are the meteors flying across the sky like fireworks.
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