Chapter Twenty-Five

Lincoln

 

Every town with teenagers has a parking spot and Williamsburg was no exception. Of course, vacant overlooks don’t always stay vacant, so my goal right now was to just find somewhere private not too far away. I wanted to park before the lust faded from her eyes.

By the water, I stopped the car and leaned over the padded center storage. “Come here.”

Her pink lips parted, allowing me to taste the lingering tang of tomato sauce on her tongue. For all the times she’d say we shouldn’t when I wasn’t touching her, as soon as we made contact, her attention was just as eager as mine. Everything about her was soft in the right places and she smelled like something naturally alluring.

She’d only worn perfume to the Thompson’s party.

“Isn’t this supposed to be done in the back seat?” she asked.

“Only if you plan on doing more than kissing.”

“This big center console between us is really awkward.” Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief I hadn’t seen before.

She dropped her seat back, climbed over it, then pulled on the lever to get it out of the way. Then crooked her finger for me to join her.

A less graceful proposition at my height, but no less eagerly accomplished. “What’s your plan, Ms. Simon?”

Michaela reached for the button fastening my jeans, then the zipper. “You said I could ‘play later’. Well, it’s later.” She freed my cock, then went down on me.

Okay then.

I slouched to give her room since I was too tall to lie back on the seat.

“Love your mouth. Take all you can, baby.”

Wanting to watch, I gathered her hair into my hand and twisted it away from her face. For a woman without much experience, she caught on fast. Gone was the curious exploration. She took on the task with confidence and gusto and it wouldn’t be long before I came.

Then she surprised me by cupping my balls. I sucked in a breath.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “The opposite.”

“Oh.” She grinned, then slipped her lips over me again.

Her tongue played with the head while her fingers resumed their attention below and I felt the telltale tightening that signaled the imminent orgasm.

“Faster, sweetheart.” My grip tightened on her hair.

She didn’t complain, so I didn’t release it. Not sure I could. My head hit the door trim. The rush would soon overtake me. Controlling her nape, I nudged her into the rhythm that would get me there. Fucking her mouth was the best dessert.

“I’m—”

Not heeding or caring about my attempted warning, she drank me down until I was spent.

I caught my breath, then hauled her up to kiss her. “You’re amazing.”

“You’re easy to please.”

“No, it’s all you.” I kissed her nose. “Your turn.”

“There’s not enough room.”

“Not to go down on you, but—” I tucked my dick into my briefs, then flipped her to put her back against my chest. “—I can do this.” I slipped my fingers under her waistband.

Catching on, Michaela opened her pants and wiggled her layers down enough to give me room to reach her pussy, which was hot and wet. I grinned.

“Sucking my cock really turns you on. Dirty girl.” A brief rub of her clit made her gasp.

I tilted her head with my free hand to kiss her neck. Nibble her earlobe. Find the spot that made her moan. I bit the most sensitive part of her neck and my fingers got wetter.

“If I could get you naked, I’d be fucking you right now, sweetheart. Your pussy aches already, doesn’t it? If it was warmer, I’d demand you only wear skirts so I always had access.”

Her moans got higher and higher in pitch.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? The anticipation of never knowing when I’d touch you.”

She twisted her neck to kiss me—maul me—and the uncontrolled desperation told me she was about to come. I flicked her clit faster, her back bowed, and she wailed.

Michaela slumped against me with a satisfied smile on her lips and hazy eyes. “Parking is fun.”

I laughed. “With you, definitely. Can you climb back in front?”

She looked at the seats, then back at me. “Easier to use the door.”

“Agreed.”

“In a minute.”

“Yeah.”

She rest on me and I was in no hurry to change our position.

Something might’ve shifted today, maybe. I’d bared some of myself and she was still here—moreover, she’d actively engaged in what came after the diner.

Every inch she thawed and blossomed thrilled and encouraged me.

I only needed to be patient.

Like in this moment of stillness. Her eyes were closed, black lashes fanned out on her peaches and cream cheeks. Was she listening to my heartbeat? Her lips were flushed and swollen, the shade of red prettier on her than any lipstick, and I loved the reason for it.

I played with one particularly perfect ringlet near my finger.

“We fogged up the windows,” she said.

“We did.”

“It’s cooling off in here.” She righted her jeans, then scooted off my lap.

Interlude over.

We exited our sides, moved to the front, readjusted our chairs, and I started the engine. It would take the defroster a few seconds to clear the windshield.

It gave me a moment to think of what to do next. “We have several museums in town. We can spend the afternoon at one before preparing for your marathon.”

“Sounds nice, but I should start sorting Harry’s stuff. I can’t keep putting it off, much as I’d prefer to.”

I squeezed her hand before putting the gearshift in drive. “Let’s pick up some boxes.”