by Selena Kitt
I felt tears sting my eyes and looked out the passenger window so he wouldn’t see them. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “I guess maybe that you might think I was sexy.”
We didn’t talk again until John backed the car into the garage. He always backed in, so he could pull put in a hurry in the morning. Then he turned to me in the dark of the car, his voice low. “Tara, do you know what I wanted to do to you when you came downstairs in that dress?”
I shook my head, turning a little toward him.
John reached a hand out and fingered the soft, satin hem that was riding high on my thighs. “I wanted to tear it off you.”
“You did?” I asked, my eyes wide. He was looking down at where my dress ended.
“I wanted to tear it off you and take you, right there, up against the wall in the hallway.” His voice was hoarse, and I swallowed hard.
“You did?” I squeaked.
“Seeing you dancing out there with Kelly—you don’t know how sexy you are, do you?” he asked, leaning over to me, his hand running up from my knee to my thigh. His breath was warm on my face, and I could smell the 7&7’s he’d been drinking all night. My own head was still swimming with wine.
“You two rubbing up against each other, seeing your red little dress riding up and up,” he whispered, his hand pushing my dress up further as he sought higher ground on my leg. “You looked just like you do when you come, with your eyes half closed and your mouth open and your legs quivering.”
I moaned, tilting my face up to him, and then he was kissing me, his tongue forcing its way past my teeth, down my throat, as he pressed me into the door. “I wanted to fuck you right there on the dance floor,” he growled against my neck, biting and sucking at my flesh. “I wanted to fuck you both.”
I gasped, his hands groping me in the dark, everywhere at once. My dress was pushed up to my waist now, his fingers rubbing fast and hard between my legs. We kissed, our mouths meshing together as he leaned over the gearshift to get to me. When he pulled my panties aside and plunged his fingers into me, I hissed, putting one foot up onto the dashboard to give him better access.
He was trying to climb over onto me but there wasn’t enough room—not in his little Roadster. When I whispered that fact to him, he grunted, pulling his hand away from me and moving to open his door. A moment later, he was opening mine, and I was still sitting there with my panties askew, my heels off, and my dress shoved up to my waist, struggling with the seatbelt.
He leaned over me and popped the button, pulling me out of the car and crushing me to him, his tongue digging deep into my mouth. I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling his hands roaming over my ass, squeezing and lifting me, pressing my crotch to his. I could feel how hard he was through his trousers.
Then he was turning me around, pressing me over the hood of the car, shoving my dress up higher on my waist. His hands moved over my ass, my thighs, and I heard his zipper and the felt his cock pressing against my panties. He shoved those aside, his fingers finding me again, moving in and out of my wetness—and I was wet, soaking wet, my panties moist with my heat.
He didn’t bother to take them off, he just replaced his fingers with his cock, shoving himself deep inside me with a growl. I moaned, pressing my cheek to the metal, the engine still ticking as he started to fuck me, my hands out in front of me, just letting him take me. I could see the Christmas lights of the neighbor’s house across the street, a blurred red and green glow as he rocked me against the Beemer’s electric blue hood. He hadn’t even shut the garage door.
“You like that?” he whispered, grinding his pelvis into me, his cock buried so deep it almost hurt. I couldn’t catch my breath to answer, I just whimpered, but I arched my back and pressed against him in response.
He reached over me, grabbing my arms and twisting them behind my back. I gasped, wriggling and moaning, as he held my wrists with one hand, still fucking me, harder now, driving me against the cold side panel of the car. He slapped my ass with the other hand, making me squirm. The hot sting felt good in the night air.
I could see my breath, panting out in white streams toward Mr. Klein’s house across the way—and I could see Mr. Klein, walking across his living room. I wondered if he might be able to see us, and the thought was beyond exciting.
John was grunting with every thrust, his breath ragged. My panties were snug between my legs and every time he shoved into me, he pulled them up tight between my lips and effectively massaged my clit, the friction building up as he fucked me, really rapidly now, all the way into me, working hard.
“Oh God,” I cried, feeling his hand tighten around my wrists, pulling me back against him and driving deeper, deeper still, into my pussy. “John, make me come!”
I could still see Mr. Klein, and I think he was at his window, but I didn’t care. I ground myself back against John’s cock, wanting more and more, until I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. I was dizzy with wanting, feeling the ache between my legs moving toward release.
John grabbed my hip with his other hand, forcing himself hard up into me, growling and grinding, “Ahhhh God, baby, take my cum!” Feeling the first wave of him, hot and pulsing, coupled with his hips pounding against mine, forced me over, too, and I came hard, my pussy squeezing him, milking him.
“Ohhh yes, ohhhh!” I moaned, thrashing on the hood of the car, quivering beneath him.
He pulled out of me, and the cold of the night rushed in, making me shiver. He didn’t let go of my wrists, turning me around to kiss me, his mouth a little softer now, but not much, his tongue still probing deep, his bare thighs pressing me back against the car, my ass resting against the cool edge.
“Now,” he whispered, keeping me pressed against him, his hand still tight around my wrists wrapped behind my back. “Do you believe me, that I think you’re sexy?”
I smiled, feeling dizzy, wrapping my leg around him, digging my heel into the back of his thigh. “Yes,” I breathed, kissing him and holding on tight…
SELENA KITT’S OTHER WORKS
NOVELS
A Baumgartner Reunion
Babysitting the Baumgartners
Baumgartner Generations: Henry
Baumgartner Generations: Janie
Bluebeard’s Wife
Forbidden Fruit
Hussy
Heidi and the Kaiser
Letters to the Baumgartners
Naughty Bits (Revised)
The Baumgartners Plus One
The Real Mother Goose
The Song of Orpheus
The Surrender of Persephone
The Sybian Club
Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed (Revised)
Unfolding
Yank
SELENA KITT BOX SETS
The Baumgartner Box Set 1
The Baumgartner Box Set 2
Nolan Trilogy Box Set
Myths Behaving Badly Box Set
Menage Box Set
UNDER MR. NOLAN’S BED TRILOGY
Temptation
Confession
Grace
SHORT NOVELS
Blind Date
Escaping Fate
Taken (FREEBIE)
ANTHOLOGIES
Back to the Garden (Revised)
Baumgartner Shorts
Confessions
EcoErotica
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: The Complete Collection
Quickies
Shivers
Taboo: The Collection
Tickled Pink
STORIES
A Baumgartner Christmas
A Different Angle
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Alice
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Beauty
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Bluebeard
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Briar Rose
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Goldilocks
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Gretel
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Pinocchio
A Modern Wicked Fairy
Tale: Rapunzel
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Red
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Wendy
A Twisted Bard’s Tale (FREEBIE)
Advent Calendar
Connections (FREEBIE)
Daddy’s Favorites:Anna
Daddy’s Favorites: Becca
Daddy’s Favorites: Clara
Daddy’s Favorites: Christa
Daddy’s Favorites: Darla
Daddy’s Favorites: Tina
Garden of Eden
Gingerbread Man
Girls Only: College Days
Girls Only: Girl Scout Trip
Girls Only: First Time
Girls Only: Moms’ Night Out
Girls Only: New Year’s Resolution
Girls Only: Pajama Party
Girls Only: Pool Party
Girls Only: Sybian Sorority
Girls Only: The Hairdresser
I’ll Be Your Superman
Lassoing the Moon
Lost Souls
Man of the House
Meet the Baumgartners
On Cherry Hill
Power Play: Bailey and the Professor
Power Play: Donnie and the Maid
Power Play: Emily and the Priest
Power Play: Ivy and the Cop
Power Play: Jodie and the Billionaire
Power Play: Katie and the Dom
Power Play: Kelsey and the Executive
Pumpkin Eater
Sacred Spots
Second Chance
Shorn
Sibling Lust: In the Barn (FREEBIE)
Sibling Lust: In the Fold
Sibling Lust: On the Bus
Sibling Lust: Under the Stars
Starving Artist
Stay
The Dirty Show
The Flintstone Experiment
The Laundry Chute
The Ride
The Velvet Choker
AUDIO
A Baumgartner Reunion
A Different Angle
Advent Calendar
Alice (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Babysitting the Baumgartners
Back to the Garden (Revised)
Baumgartner Generations: Henry
Baumgartner Generations: Janie
Baumgartner Shorts
Beauty (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Blind Date
Bluebeard’s Wife
Briar Rose (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Confessions
Daddy’s Favorites: Anna
Daddy’s Favorites: Becca
Daddy’s Favorites: Christa
Daddy’s Favorites: Clara
Daddy’s Favorites: Darla
Daddy’s Favorites: Tina
EcoErotica
Forbidden Fruit
Gretel (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Goldilocks (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Heidi and the Kaiser
Hunting Season (with Blake Crouch)
Hussy
Letters to the Baumgartners
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales
Naughty Bits (Revised)
Power Play: Emily and the Priest
Power Play: Ivy and the Cop
Power Play: Katie and the Dom
Power Play: Kelsey and the Executive
Pumpkin Eater
Quickies
Rapunzel (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Red (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Second Chance
Shivers
Sibling Lust: Under the Stars
Starving Artist
Taboo: The Collection
Taken
The Baumgartners Plus One
The Flintstone Experiment
The Real Mother Goose
The Song of Orpheus
The Surrender of Persephone
The Sybian Club
The Velvet Choker
Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed (Revised)
Unfolding
Wendy (Modern Wicked Fairy Tales)
Yank
Audio Box Set (Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed)
Temptation
Confession
Grace
COMING SOON FROM SELENA KITT
Wolfmen (with J.A. Konrath, Blake Crouch and Stephen Leather)
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Peter and the Wolf
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: The Frog Prince
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Aladdin
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Pied Piper
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Rumpelstiltskin
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Jack and the Beanstalk
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Crazy About the Baumgartners © July 2014 by Selena Kitt
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